Caretaker Hogwarts Novels & Stories

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

"You are a tall fella, aren't you? So what's your name?" Lord Ravenclaw asked the half-giant wizard. "Rubeus Hagrid, your Lordship, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." "Mr. Hagrid, so tell me, who is Aragog and why do you say it was not the attacker?" "Just Hagrid, please. Aragog is an acromantula, he lives deep in the forest now. And he never attacked anyone in the castle." The Bloody Baron added to Hagrid's tale just after.

Rosh replied with a smile and can't wait to see Raia. "Well, I am happy for you yet I am still worried." Chevy replied. "Don't worry Chevy, I can handle my love life, how about you? Did you find your luna?" Rosh asked. "Not yet." Chevy said. "I am wishing you good luck Chevy in your love life." Rosh replied. "Thanks buddy." Chevy replied. _________________________________ Hedwig was furious about the last incident that no one wants to believe his deduction about the beast targeting the humans. "I am sure that some horrifying beast is out there targeting us!" Hedwig said, panicking.

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

I looked behind me and saw Mr Phenyo coming towards us. “Miss Mokoena ” he said in a calm voice. “Sir!” my heart pounded normally but my hands were trembling. “I am sure you’ve heard about the memorial service of a former agent of the GOH Jan Botha, who was also a close friend of mine at some point.” I remembered that i did infact see a notice plugged on the wall leading to the laboratory,where Ben spent most of his time creating new weapon's and everything technical. I wanted to go there as well.

Arlo POV Later that day, Arlo was assigned to the stables. The scent of hay and horse sweat was familiar, comforting even, though the work was hard and hands always rough. He liked the steadiness of the horses, the rhythm of feeding, cleaning, and brushing. The horses didn’t judge. They didn’t care who he was. That evening, he wasn’t alone. Julien, one of the groom’s sons, had sneaked in with him. It had started as teasing, as all things did with someone his age. But soon, Arlo’s pulse had raced for reasons he didn’t yet understand.

“You weren’t smart enough to see that I look like my mother” “And you weren’t smart enough to notice that the staff in my hands were not the Wizard’s staff” “I noticed the staff. I just thought that Hemon was confused when he said the staff had a black gem, instead of green” “Oh... The keeper of the lair” “You remember the keeper?” “I remember him. Though I disliked his habits”

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.

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.