Bowtruckles Harry Potter Novels & Stories

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

They wanted him to break it then show him who is who in this war. Harold could feel the barrier shake. He knew he was almost successful. He scoffed in his mind then let out a maniacal guffaw. "SUMMER! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING MUTT! TODAY I WILL ROAST YOU AND HAVE YOU FOR DINNER!" Harold bellowed and he could really taste his victory. With more zest and agility, he started releasing the bolts in quick succession. In a few minutes, he felt the barrier crumble. He directed his broom, wand clutched tightly, lips pursed, blood rushing in excitement and apprehension, he rode into the Luminous Pack grounds. He almost patted himself on the shoulder for a job well done. Before he could venture any furthe

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

“They got here before we did, they must’ve had a tip that we were coming and cleared out the place. Although we were able to get our hands on something they forgot to clear out this-“ he waved one of the guys over and he rushed to us with a small dirty box. He unlocked it and pushed it opened, it looked like it hadn’t been used on the outside for many years and then on the inner it was a casing with tiny bottles tagged with labels. “What are these?” Henry asked squinting down to take a better look at the box. “Wolfsbane.” “I don’t understand, why is it in small tubes like this?” Henry’s questions aligned with mine as I stared. It wasn’t a surprise that they had it but something didn’t add up

Now it's my turn to stay by Joanne's side. Old Madam Atherton ran out of her strength soon. She handed the walking stick to Lucas and let him beat Harry up. Lucas was in a dilemma. Only then did Edwin calmly look at Old Madam Atherton. "It's enough." Old Madam Atherton glared at Harry and still felt angry. She picked up a glass bottle on the table and hit Harry's head with it hard. With a loud sound, Harry's head was broken and bleeding. Blood flowed down Harry's forehead. He cried out in pain. This time, it hurt indeed.

"A living one? Is it that terrifying level 5 Blue-headed Golden-eyed Beast out there?" "Come on. Inspect the goods and pay the rewards." Chu Xun grabbed old Harry and dragged him towards the door. Old Harry's legs gave way. He wanted to exert his strength to break free, but he was surprised to find that his power was suppressed and he could not use it at all.

*Boom* Professor Huckleberry lightly stepped aside to avoid Jack’s blow. His eyes narrowed into slits as he pulled his arms backwards and drew upon the power of the stars. He was human, and he acknowledged that. Unlike beastmen who were blessed by the stars, he had to perform all kinds of inhuman experiments on his body to possess this power; but that didn’t mean that he didn’t deserve it.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.