Alfred Enoch Harry Potter Novels & Stories

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Living amongst the people for the last two hundred years he watched them evolve,but one thing was still the same,'money equalled power. Although he was a gifted wizzard,he could not manifest money and now he was low on precious money. He didn't want to go back into the ways of tricking people into giving him money. Although he knew that hypothetically, he was tricking Gregory for double of what he had initially asked. He often thought about it but always decided against it. He would have only used his magic when needed. As he stayed amongst the human beings,day by day his magic would start to fade and Oz knew that oneday when that happens,he would finally settle down,age and die like one of

Even if he looks at the door. He was chanting some spells and blue and green lights were formed in between his palms. And soon the room was filled with smoke. Because of the smoke I couldn't see anything clearly. Once the smoke subsided, I again looked in the room. But there was no one. Wait they were here just a few seconds before. Though at that time I couldn't see them clearly but at least I could see them blurry. But where are they now?

I thought to myself. I will keep it safe, America. I flinched when I heard an eerie voice and looked around but there was no one. I look back at Harry who is looking at me confusedly, “Are you alright?” He questions. “Y-Yeah…. Did you hear someone talk other than us?” I asked. He shakes his head, “No. Why?” “I thought I heard the enchantress.” Harry smiles before he arm paddles towards me, “Maybe she’s just watching us and guarding us.”

And he swallowed it whole. But looking at him now, I know arguing would be like screaming at a hurricane. He doesn’t want the truth. He wants justification. “So you’re going to kidnap Enrique, too?” I ask carefully. Harry flicks his hand dismissively and turns toward the brute by the door — the bald one with the beard and the IQ of a brick. The man suddenly finds the floor very interesting. Clearly avoiding eye contact. “My S.T.U.P.I.D men,” he growls harshly, “Grabbed the W.R.O.N.G fucking twin!” The words crack like a whip.

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

As the game was about to start, Harry suddenly nudged him which Alastor pointedly chose to ignore Another nudge. He grunted, “Not now, Harry.” He was nudged again. Alastor raised his head to the heavens and wearily closed his eyes, briefly counting ten to one before opening them again to glare at his friend, “What the fuck is it now?” His friend grinned, “Hey Al, are you into redheads? I just noticed this kind of weird fire nymph ogling at you–” Alastor smacked him. “Don't be like that!” Harry protested, rubbing his forehead which had reddened a bit, “This is for the good of the pack! You needed an heir or something for the future, right?”