Dumbledore Asked Calmly Novels & Stories

I wasn’t ready to start asking or even answering questions right now but then, how do I plan clearing the air if I keep up like this. “So..” “Who…” Dumbledore mumbled almost same time as I tried to speak, making me chuckle as I paused. “Ermm, you can go on.” I muttered as I raised my head, directly looking him. “Uhm, it isn’t right that way. You can go first??” I responded as I smiled. “Nahh, you go first. Mine isn’t that necessary.” He budged further as he rubbed his hair downwards. “Okay, if you insist!!” I muffled.

Ezli seethes “Sorry. I just feel sympathy, that’s all.” I murmur "...So now that we are starting our final exams tomorrow, what do you all suggest that we do after breakfast?" Ketura asks A wizard draped in black suddenly appears in the hall, startling everyone "Greetings, Mr. Crofus." He bows, as his beards to touch the floor

An ancient, long-bearded man was sitting cross-legged in front of him and was levitating a few feet relative to him. (With all the white, it was hard to confirm if he was really floating in space.) “Dumbledore?” Ecto asked the first thing that entered his mind. “I do not know who that is,” the old man said. His rather fierce eyes were still trained on Ecto. “Oh, I am sorry I screamed, sir. It is just that… I am lost. Could you please tell me where we are?”

Harry Potter faced serious drama at the age of fourteen in Goblet of Fire. - He's right. - Damien agreed. - But what I mean is that you have my permission. - I looked at Damien without understanding, but all he did was smile. David continued. - Damien answered my questions wisely, so I think he deserves a chance. - Answered questions? - And wisely. - Damien stressed. - That's weird. - I looked at them both with a sudden urge to laugh. It's all right. - David smiled. - I'm a bald boy, but I'm smart. You can trust me, Ell.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

The Soothsayer’s unexpected humor caught me off guard, but it eased the tension in my stomach. The Soothsayer shrugged and then placed the soda cans on the ground. “I asked my apprentice, Albus, to get these drinks because I knew the two of you were coming,” he said, gesturing toward the fire in the center. “I’ve been waiting for a while now.” Kylan narrowed his eyes. “You know a lot, don’t you?” “I do.” “The boy who let us into the tent the last time we met,” I said cautiously, figuring he was open for questions, “is that Albus? Your apprentice?”

Stathis was lying in front of her fainted and the whole corridor of students was gazing at their direction in shock and fear . "What the bloody hell was this now ." muttered Damon . " I need time to think ...do you have eneough power to compel all of them ." asked Cynthia looking at the students nervously . " I guess but why can't we let them know what's going on in thwir school ." said Damon . " Come on Damon they won't be able to handle all this stuff , not everyone has enough nerve ." said Cynthia . " From nerve i remebered ...why aren't you a gryffindor ..you can be a slytherin too ...bloody hell you have characterstics of the houses ." said Damon going off topic .

Isabella had no plan—or courage—to implement the latter. "I want to ask a lot of questions but I don't think you will answer them." "Go on," Ralph said. "I will, to the best of my ability, clarify things that are unclear to you." They slowed down. Mainly because the kitchen had come into view and they would be unable to discuss when they got there. "It's about Alpha Damon. Albus indicated that he is sick. What kind of sickness?" A long silence made her look at the male beside her.

he said, his voice calm, direct, leaving no room for argument. Bellatrix paused, blinked at the two hands in front of her, then slowly raised her gaze to their faces, her brows knitting into a frown. “What do you both think you’re doing?” she asked flatly, her tone laced with something akin to confusion, or perhaps disbelief. Damien however, remained unfazed and offered another boyish grin. “Helping you up. You know, like friends do.”

Carefully, he placed my leg back on the floor and handed me the ice bags. Getting on his feet, he said, “For now, help me to place these books.” Pacing to the trolley, he was about to grab the books, and suddenly Riddle asked, “Are you leaving school?” Hearing him, Aster came to a halt and turned to him. I could see his face covered with solemnness. “I am asking you something, Aster. Speak out,” he insisted. “Tell me are you leaving?” Stiffly, he nodded. “But why? Why all of a sudden? Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Riddle asked, burning in rage.