Chasers Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Sorry. That's not helpful right now." "No, it's accurate." He pulled out his laptop. "I'm going through the Zhao Group's corporate structure. If they're a front, there should be red flags." I watched him work, this version of Alexander I'd never known. Focused, decisive, actually listening. It was disorienting. "Found something," he said, turning the screen. "Three shell companies in the ownership chain, all registered in the Cayman Islands within six months of each other. The principal contact for all three is the same person."

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.

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I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

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“Well, that wasn’t so hard, “ But as they walked across the second floor, three witch hunters appeared with flaming swords and shields to confront the teenagers. I really need to stop saying that “June said. “Please do. It’s getting really old, “ How so? Because despite how bad the witch hunters are, the creature that sent those harpies is even worse. Who or what sense those harpies? April G asked. “Paulo, the Music Demon

The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home. “Red," she whispered. Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it." They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons. “Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

"There's nothing I can't handle, but you know the rule: no details until the challenge is over. But, between us, let's just say this one's a bit trickier than the others." "Trickier than stink bombs?" "Yup." "Is this the 'surprise Mrs. Perkins with a pet tarantula in her sandwich at lunch' kind of challenge?" he jests. "Definitely." "Alright," Alex says after a brief pause of disbelief, "but it can't top releasing those poisonous frogs in Mr. Huffman's chemistry class. I mean, come on, William and Henry had to swipe their mom's employee keys to sneak those little devils out of the zoo for you."

"Well you see, my friend's friend is searching for a paranormal investigator. Then my friend asked me if I know someone. I remember miss Jones. Didn't you work for a psychic research?" "Y-Yeah, but my boss is going on a trip. And I'm the one who'll manage the office when they're gone. For the time being we're just allowing written request." "I see, so I'm guessing that you're still conducting investigations in paranormal cases?" "We do, but doing an actual investigation is currently on hold." "And a friend's friend is kind a suspicious Harrison, are you planning something on Ariz?" Tiffany crossed her arms. "N-No! That's not true! I'm not planning anything." He said smiling sheepishly "Hones