Novelas y relatos de Blaise Slytherin

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Percival replied and motioned for him to sit down. Zeda gasped. He's the prince of the mage kingdom? Adrian glanced at her as he sat down beside her, the air immediately filled with the comforting sweetness of his vanilla scent. She stared at his gorgeous face, his beautiful silver eyes, pointed nose, and chiseled jaw standing out. "I was telling her about the tutoring plan before you walked in," Mr. Percival explained. "I see," Adrian replied, with a quick glance at her. "Zeda, this is Prince Adrian. He's the prince of the mage kingdom, and he'll be your personal tutor," Mr. Percival introduced. "Adrian, this is Zeda, your personal student and responsibility from now on."

“Enough!” Every eye turned to the high platform. The Elder’s gaze cut like steel. His voice thundered like a storm. “Clara—you’ve hidden long enough. But you cannot deceive me. Your blood is not Sinclair’s. You belong to Ravenclaw!”

Toy cars littered the front path in a rough circle around an overturned milk crate. A rust-stained bedsheet hung diagonally across the walkway, tied between a tree and the fence like a makeshift barricade. Beneath it crouched a small boy with a plastic ice-cream container jammed over his head like a helmet. He pointed a wooden stick at my chest. “Are you a Slytherin?” he asked, speaking through a heavy lisp. “Sorry?” “You can only come in if you’re from Gryffindor.” Freckles dusted his nose like toasted crumbs.

I end up crossing my arms. Lennox tilts his head, eyeing me up and down. "Blanca wanted me to. She didn't think I belonged in Gryffindor." Apparently, this time he got Ravenclaw. My mom freaked out, and now she's ordering him some Ravenclaw scarves to complement the Gryffindor paraphernalia she bought him years ago. I nod. "Cool." I unbutton one of the buttons on my collar, my bowtie already undone.

“Because that man is not only from the royal vampire bloodline but he is a hybrid. A warlock precisely! The Son of the trio witches to whom the Queen of witchcraft gifted the precious weapons.” Allison, who was about to put her fork into the pasta, stilled, listening to him. She raised her eyes to him who was already gauging her reaction calculatively. It means he was the son of the third witch after whom Thana went for her hunt. So Klyde also took after her mother, he has witch genes just like Allison. But something confused her. “So Thana went to look for his mother?” Allison asked, feigning ignorance.

His eyes scan the room and a few on the board look away, bowing their heads in respect. “Alpha, I wasn’t questioning your judgment,” Clancy interrupts, “I’m simply…” “Apple is my only Luna!” Sly roars. “I will not accept another. She is MINE!” Frantically, Sly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it to the side, revealing the gleaming gold mark in the shape of my teeth on his neck. A few in the crowd gasp openly as he turns his body slowly to make sure everyone gets a good look. “Alpha-level…” some of them whisper. “She’s more than wolf enough…”

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.