Dumbledore Bashing Novelas e Histórias

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.

"Everyone knows Darth Vader is the prime minister of England who declared war on the wizards of Oz because they stole his golden ring! It's rudimentary politics, Declan!" "Rudimentary politics!" Declan laughed so hard he had to double over, clutching his stomach. "Oh, God, please don't let Sloane hear you say that, she'll try to audit the wizards of Oz for tax evasion. You mix up historical fiction like an aggressive, high-society dictionary that got thrown into a blender." "Laugh all you want, you giant Neanderthal," I muttered, though the burning fury in my chest had miraculously settled into a dull, manageable hum.

Don't tell him they were wrong about his kind! 'No... He had to be bluffing!' he thought to himself. “Now let’s try that again," Albus spoke. "Over the past few years, did you do the rite exactly as I told you to do? Or did you make some changes that shouldn’t have been made?”

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this affected by the potion? I should have adjusted the concoction if I knew it was this potent…” She sighed. “Anyway, look for me later. I’ll give you a new potion to counteract the effects of this one…” Albus was still growling at her quietly, but she stroked his head in an affectionate manner. “I know this is just the potion that’s acting up against you, so I am going to forgive this ill behavior today, but Tristan, please always remember…” he cupped my snout as she whispered her words. “Dahlia is part of those who’ve hurt us! You must never, under any circumstances, pity the ones we ought to hurt! They don’t deserve our mercy, just as much as they did not

Philip and Albus were the same; they were top talents with impressive strength. But at the end of the day, they had little to no experience. After seeing Amber slapped in the face, the two stepped forward, wanting to talk reason. “Amber has nothing to do with this, sir. You shouldn’t just blame the innocent…” Slap, slap! The butler slapped the two top talents with the back of his palm without a care in the world. “You little b*stards!” “How dare you talk back at me when you’re killing M’lady?!”

"I didn't see how that would have helped, Amelia." "You… You didn't see how knowing that the true name of someone preaching pureblood bigotry was not a pureblood name would have helped? For Merlin's sake, I can name just about half dozen of old pureblood families that would have not given him their support if they knew his true name. Just the losses of life alone could have been greatly reduced, you old fool!" Director Bones yelled with righteous fury at the 'old boy'. Dumbledore's face was very pale after hearing that. It all seemed to click for him, and he sagged in the armchair like a puppet that had his strings cut.

The people living in the area gave testimonies of the lecturer being the owner of the house about 10 years ago, and his wife and children didn't seem like they were lying. That was how the mayor and his family had rather been the ones to beg and seek forgiveness from Morgan Wright on top of a defamation lawsuit. The man was too scary. Even the military was unable to find any traces of his illegal activities. Why would I allow Alexa to be associated with someone as sinister as that?

I caught sight of Davina and Albus having a tense discussion with Jamal. I understood that it was a bad look on the Chancellor because this abomination happened right under his nose and in his school. I looked at Yulia who seemed lost and distraught at the gory sight before her. I could literally feel the emotional turmoil she was currently going through. “It would seem that someone is boldly trying to reenact the war we tried so very hard to stop and prevent,” Albus said as he joined me in watching the bodies. “There is not going to be any war, wizard, this is all a distraction,” I replied coldly.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.