Dumbledore Asked Calmly Novels & Stories

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.”

“I just wanted to ask you a few questions regarding Malfoy. What is your relationship with him?” “Why should I answer a question from a destroyer like you. You better go, because you won't get anything here." “Sir, please answer his question. And regarding your broken door, we'll replace it later," said Calistha softly. "I don't have any relationship with Malfoy." "Don't run out of my patience with this disgusting attitude of yours old man!" cursed Aiden harshly. Calistha immediately gripped his hand firmly and gave a pleading look to the man to be quiet. This time let her face the annoying old man because she felt that violence was useless to make the old man speak.

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.

He rushed to us. "Lord Althamus please calm down."I said to him as he looked paranoid. Alexander offered him a glass of water which he drank in a go and then Alexander helped him to sit first . "Now tell us Lord Althamus what made you visit us in urgency?"Alex asked him. My attention was also focused on him.

I replied, not sure of where this was going. “There were reports that your hands glowed, could you describe how it happened in your own words?” Albus asked. “All I know is that I got tired of getting my butt kicked and I got serious, then my hands lit up,” I said with a shrug. “What emotions were you feeling when it happened?” Albus asked. “I was kind of pissed off, to be honest,” I replied. A look passed between the chancellor and the dean. What were they thinking? “How close are you with Lycan Frostwood?” Albus asked.

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?”

Ronan snarled, whirling on him, his eyes flashing dangerously. Albus didn't flinch. "Please don't let her go, Sir. Especially not into the hands of Mr. Ghalow."

Clearly, she was not happy having an onlooker paying attention to their little public display of affection. All the cells inside my body screamed, telling me to turn around and walked away. Truly I was about to hear them out and leave when Hunter turned around and caught the sight of me first, penetrating me with his gorgeous dark eyes. His face looked as if he was bearing a great amount of pain when he finally greeted me. "Mey." I faked a smile and greeted him back. "Hunter." * * *"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

It felt and smelled so familiar though he was unable to be sure where it was from as it seemed to have been put through some kind of alchemic process, what’s quite bothersome to him was that it brought him the feeling of both calm and worry which was so confusing which irritated him. Putting on his coat he turns to his adviser with a straight look on his face. “Has the headmaster finished with what I asked for?” Lord Slog let out a forced laugh, giving him a bow but remaining silent. It has been days since the prince asked the head wizard to confirm something and up until now, the old man has not shown himself. “Is that truly necessary, my lord? Haven’t the witches already proven their worth

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!