Dumbledore Asked Calmly Page Novels & Stories

The next morning, Lilia heard footsteps approaching her cell. She was awake all night and didn't sleep a wink, she studied each spell one page after the other and now, she knew all the content of the book. As the footsteps drew closer, Lilia quickly knew that more than two people were approaching, she stood up, raised her gown and tugged the book into her gown in a position where she wouldn't suspect a thing.

Alice “Argh!!’ She screamed. "Alice calm down this is you, you are the one controlling it take deep breaths it is your emotions that are reflecting come on, Alice hold it in and command it to close. now Alice!" Alice stood still taking her hands towards the book she commanded it to close immediately the book closed it pages and the room returned to stillbess once again. " what just happened" Alice replied shakily

“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.

but Dorin was already walking towards the long table where the examination panel were busy checking notes with each other. “Excuse me,” he asked the panel, “but what would I need to do to get a half scholarship instead?” “I beg your pardon?” Professor Raevers asked coldly. “Sorry, my nephew is just a little tired,” Professor Althea quickly pulled him aside. “he exerted himself with all that magic...” “Actually, I feel quite refreshed after that charge—“ “We’ll be going our way now...” his aunt hurriedly pushed Dorin away. “Wait, Professor Althea,” called Professor Morell. “We would like to have a word with you.”

He looked like a lost soul and I wondered what was on his mind. I let out a deep sigh. How I wished I was a Legilimens! (= a person who practices legilimency; the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings | for you muggles). Unfortunately, I was not one so now I could only have these questions inside my head left unanswered. * * * "Curiosity is not a sin…. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity… yes, indeed." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

_Aurora’s POV_ “Are you done?” Damien’s voice rang out in the room, and my eyes snapped to him. Was I done? He looked calm, too calm. His fingers rapped against the wooden table softly, the beat filling the quiet room. My lips parted, but nothing came out. Suddenly the room felt smaller than it was before. “I asked a question. Are. You. Done?” He repeated, his voice louder than before. “Yes sir,” I said quietly, my fingers digging into my palm as I swallowed hard.

He asks me. I tsk at him. “No, no, no, Merlin, I'm the one asking the questions.” “Did you ask Dylan to procure something for you? More specifically, pages from a very ancient grimoire?” I asked him. “I don't know what you're talking about man.” He tells me. “I told you, no lies.” I tell him and I slam my leg hard on his foot and he screams out in pain, I'm very sure his foot is shattered.

I said, my voice thin as I swallowed deeply, knowing damn well that I don't heal fast. "Yeah, but healing doesn't help much if you're dead, Maeve," Nyla said, grabbing my clothes and huddling closer. Around me I could see Dalia's eyes popping wide as she looked like she was regretting her decisions. Kaida's hold on her must be the only thing stopping her from bolting. The murmurs started as some students looked terrified out of their minds while others looked calm.

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.