Novel & Cerita Dumbledore 1st

“Dude, calm down!” “Don’t tell me to calm down, Levi!” Merlin snapped which made Levi the Envious raised his hands while shrugging his shoulders. The necromancer continued. “It’s the headmaster…” Matilda was the first one to jump at Merlin when the latter stopped from whatever he was about to say. “Fucking say it!” Maleficent and the others waited for Merlin’s news although Maleficent had already an inkling from what was happening. “…He’s dead.”

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

The moment they downed it, that’s only the moment when the introductions began. The more extravagant one started. “I’m Alexis. Alexis Demir. 2nd year chemist. And I’m assuming you’re my roommate? Because if not, that would’ve been really a weird way to be labelled by the freshmen as the guy who makes everyone drunk.” “I’m Albert. Albert Meyer.” That was the exact scene how Margaret imagined how the two weird Al’s met each other based on the brief storytelling’s of her previous beau. And for some reason, that was the movie scene in her head that got played while she met GD at the room of his abiding.

He replies before walking away. Damon places two plates on the table, a well-cooked steak in each. “Don’t mind him, Alice.” He says, breaking the silence. “Who was he?” “My friend. A really close friend,” I nod, “Is he also a werewolf?” “Born and raised.” He replies. “Well, he seems . . . nice.” He chuckles, “He’s not nice.” “I mean, I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me,” “Jared’s not really fond with strangers. Once you get to know him well, he’s a lot different than you might think,” He replies before taking a bite of his food.

a voice, scolded me in a mediocre tone, and the voice, I’m all too familiar with it. I turn my head to face the voice, and the first thing I see is a pink-colored phone shoved to my face again, with the video of me sprinting down the hallways, trying to escape a figure of what’s look to be like Stephen, but they edited they it and replaced his head with a dragon’s head, who’s roaring out fire from its mouth, “This is overly exaggerated, it hasn’t even been up to thirty minutes” I squint my eyes, trying to get a better view of the clip.

They were so intent on solving a problem from their advanced magic class that they didn't hear Jake walking behind their table. "Alfred the First was the originator of the half-transformation. He harnessed his power during the full moon and was able to learn how to manipulate specific body parts in order to partially transform," Jake said, pointing down at Sam's paper and answering the question they couldn't find the answer to.

At first, the image before him was blurry and dark but soon, the image became clear to him and his face was covered in a shock expression. Mena stared at the man before her and her lips stretched into a smile, "Welcome King Arthur" she acknowledged, her eyes filled with nothing but tears of nostalgia.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Agnes looked expectantly at the wise witch doctor, eager to hear the tale of the first student he had taught magic. Baba Tunde chuckled softly, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he reminisced about the past. “Ah, the first student I ever taught magic was quite a character,” he began with a warm smile. “His name was Juma, and he was a young man with a mischievous spirit and boundless curiosity.” Agnes leaned in closer, intrigued to hear the story of Juma.

The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage. “Wait,” I called out. “Before you do anything bloody, can we let this kid go?” They all burst into racuous laughter that had my body burning up from rage or embarrassment. I honestly could not tell which either. Right now, either I die or not, Tina was my priority. “It’s sad I will not be able to see the look on your father’s face when he sees my message regarding you,” the fake Dumbledore said. “Oh, what the hell? We’ve won.”