Chapter 1 Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone Novels & Stories

How on Earth could he survive in the wild woods for three days and night if wasn't physically prepared? Harold grabbed a moist, oxblood handkerchief that had become a rag off a small shelf and ran it over the book he had in his hands instinctively. When the book's cover was squeaky clean, he placed it on top of another and sighed again, this time because he was mentally drained than physically. “What do I do now?” Harold asked his Geography lecturer softly, not knowing what his response will be. He picked up another book and curiously stared at its name, Anthony Jarvis’ ‘Greenland’. He grabbed the same moist rag and performed the same action he had the last time like a spell-bounded fellow,

Chapter 9: "Careful, there," a low, deep voice rumbled above me and the boy straightened up so I could finally see something more than just hair. He was holding up all of the books that were about to land on my head with an amused smile - but most importantly, he had the most beautiful pair of intense gray eyes. He held my gaze for a fleeting moment then proceeded to place the books back onto the shelf, all except for the Harry Potter book. He chuckled, "I think this is what you risked your head for," and handed me the precious book.

The five were called the head of Potion Department, Healing Department, Defense Department, Production Department and Learning Department. "Additional to that basic knowledge is the skill to create balls of four elements," Yamiko continued. "That was what you are learning from Pierre. You started with fire, since it was the easiest one to conceptualize in your mind." I see. "Why is it basic?" I'm curious as to why everyone of them could do that. Because for me, I couldn't even imagine that I could produce one. "That is the only thing we can do with the four elements," he replicated. It confused me more. I could not cognize what he meant by that.

“Keep a hold of me, and do not let go. Trust me.” “F-k,” Harry closed his eyes and let Thaelen pull him into the stone. It was cold and dark within the stone, like plunging into the ocean. He could feel the ripples of it around him, dragging at his feet as he took each step, and tugging at his clothing. He knew instinctively that if he stopped, he would entomb them both within the rock. He kept his grip on Harry tight and drew in a breath only when he felt the stone part around him.

Willow woke up in the morning,rubbing her eyes she looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was already six o clock and she knew she would definitely be late if she did not hurry up. She had totally forgotten about last night until she saw the ring on her finger. Willow cursed under her breath. She wished it was a dream. Jumping in and out of the shower, she dressed in a jeans and t shirt,pulling on a pair of sneakers and her white coat. She grabbed her books,looking at her watch as she locked the door behind her.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

There were cobwebs everywhere, and I was not shocked because no one was in a hurry to learn that. Setting my satchel down on a nearby table, I pulled out the spell book and flipped to the chapter on protection. The symbols and instructions stared back at me looking very foreign. I ran my fingers over the pages, tracing the intricate designs as I whispered the first few words of the spell. I felt the air charge around me and for the first time in days, I felt a flicker of hope.

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, my body is the vessel of the undead i am a secret that is left to be solved," Gao yu start muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. What is wrong with him so many student said as they noticed the weird atmosphere that was rising more and more. Actually when professor Snapes started the incantation Gao yu felt himself drawn to a seperate world that he found increasingly familiar. Walking deeper into the world Gao yu who did not know that he was already reciting an incantation keep walking as so many memories of his childhood continued flashing by.