Novel & Cerita Cedric Harry Potter

Carwyn Levi's whole body froze. Bad guy… In Harry's heart, he always had the image of a kind uncle, whenever something happened, Harry would run to find him first, this time too. But this uncle that Harry adores the most is the one who secretly kidnapped his mother... If Harry knew the truth, what would he think of this uncle? Bad guy? Bad guy? Or are the scary kidnappers often appearing on TV series? Carwyn Levi began to feel afraid, afraid that his image in Harry's heart would be destroyed.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

Cedrick stood silently as he folded his arms around his chest, subtly hinting to the old man what a selfish person he was. "I'm your grandfather! How dare you talk to me like that!" yelled Draco. He picked up a paperweight on the table angrily, wanting to smash it at Cedrick's face. Suddenly realizing that the paperweight was actually made of gold, he quickly calmed himself down and put down the paperweight on the table. Cedrick was not bothered, completely ignoring Draco's wrath. "I will persuade Old Madam Atherton for you." Feeling satisfied, Draco replied, "Good."

A short boy with a tiny nose, big ears looking like ladles used by the children to pour soup in plates when they ate. This Christoph was a student who never managed to answer even the simplest question asked by his professor. No matter what he was asked, he couldn’t speak, out of timidity, for sure, because in tests or practical checks no one would beat him. Not once did he excel at making the best potions. "How did you manage to get the chameleon colour, Christoph?" asked Professor Harmony at one of the Potions and Elixirs classes. "No student got it so perfect at such a young age."

"How can you only get a score of zero, Kirey? Fortunately, Mr. Dani corrected his words earlier. If everything is repeated, I'm sure you will receive another curse!" I looked at Harry who was driving after their class ended 15 minutes ago. Mr. Dani, our general course lecturer, shared the results of our exams. And guess what? I got rank one from the bottom. Harry immediately pulled me out of the classroom before much of the cursing I heard from them. And all I'm doing right now is staring at Harry disinterestedly, and not knowing him. I still had time to ask Harry for some more candy. "It's not that I don't want to answer that question!" I finally started to speak up. At least I have to defe

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

London, England. 2012. In a room in the old castle, a young girl was lying naked on a bed. The dim light from the candles lit up her beautiful unconscious body. The door to the room opened and a man with short black hair walked in. His name was Cedric Valerius. He was the second son of The Vampire King. Cedric stood by the girl staring at her lustfully, starting from her face, slowly down to her breasts and stopping at her pussy.

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.