Dumbledore Clapping Novels & Stories

Dalon came back from the shop eating the chocolate bar and that idiot couldn’t stop laughing when he saw me laying on the ground. “I’m sorry..” He chuckles wiping of a tear, “but wow, you managed to fall with that speed too..” He continues to laugh. “Stop laughing!” I whine, “help me get up!” “Guess your clumsy habits will stick with you forever..” He laughs giving me a hand to help me stand up. “Oh.. Don’t I know it” I mumble to myself. “Did you get me anything?” “Uh no?” He shrugs. “You forgot to buy me a chocolate bar!?” I hit his shoulder, “your mean..”

, "The wand will take the blood!" "Lift the spell!" Suppressing the pain, Edmund shouted at Algood, "Unless you really have no loyalty to your archbishop!" "No! Don't lift the spell!" Ann shouted at Algood, but with only a split second of hesitation, Algood rose his hand and light came out. "Noooooooo!!!!"

There was something unguarded about her expression—something that made the moment feel more real than the ceremony itself. Next to her, Dr. Harry had dropped the supervillain pose. That alone was enough to mark the occasion as unusual. His hands were moving in a slow, deliberate clap, his head tilted slightly forward, as though acknowledging something he had expected all along. Coach Greg looked like he might actually burst. He wasn’t just smiling anymore—he was grinning, teeth and all, clapping with the kind of enthusiasm that would’ve embarrassed anyone else. If he’d had a whistle, he would’ve used it.

He blunted, clapping his hands in the process as he announced his presence; beckoning the students. Phidel instinctively rubbed Claire ’s back– her lips curving into an assuring smile as they both jolted to their full length. “You guys should go ahead,” Phidelia uttered, pressing her palms on the bench as she watched Phidel and Claire. “I’ll just wait here and watch you guys play.” She added.

Reaching near Shen Yi, Tofu did a big jump while Shen Yi bended a little bit to catch her and raise her holding through her waist on top. One second passed Two second passed Three second passed Suddenly a single clap resounded in the auditorium, which woke up all the audience following which a loud cheering was soon heard. Everyone including Mother Jiang, Father Jiang, Mother Li, Father Li and even Shen Yihan who never showed any expression on his face were standing and clapping for both the children's

I tuck them into my sleeves, hoping no one notices. Professor Dale claps once, and the wolves shift back, panting and smiling, some with tears in their eyes. That part always gets to me—the way their eyes light up, like they’ve finally found themselves. The crowd cheers louder, clapping and stamping feet. I join them, forcing a smile. But something still feels wrong. That strange weight presses on my chest again, like a storm about to break. Then Professor Dale says something that makes the hairs on my arms stand.

Maybe argue that I wasn’t good enough or strong enough to be Luna. But instead… he clapped. Just once. A loud, clear clap. He held still, then clapped again. Slower. Stronger. I stared at him, frozen. Then I noticed a few others rising from their seats. At first, only a handful. Then more. Warriors. Elders. Even some of the kitchen staff. They all began clapping too. It wasn’t thunderous, but it grew louder with every passing second. Hands came together in rhythm. A few smiles appeared here and there. A few heads nodded in agreement. A quiet warmth started to spread in the room.

This time it was more solid than before, and aimed at his abdomen. I heard the air in his lungs come out almost in a burst, and saw his eyes bulge bigger than before, turning whiter. I saw the power Elder Jacob had over him fade from his eyes, and I slowly watched him roll over in a slump, to the ground below. As soon as his body touched the ground, the crowd froze. And as solid as a block of ice; then from a tiny section in the mass of people, I heard a clap. I squinted confused, hearing two more; then three, before slowly, and steadily, hundreds of hands began clapping, followed swiftly by cheers that erupted like a volcano.

I wonder what they promised her. I hear a clap unlike the thunder from earlier. This one seems closer. I hear it again, a slow clap forming as Cal stands appearing from the bushes. The spell stops as Odette, Tobin and Ataz all turn to look at him. “What are you doing here, Cal?” Odette snaps, her mixed blue and brown eyes glinting in the dark.

His glasses tilted crookedly across his face, one arm slipping free from his ear as his body staggered half a step back, his balance betraying him under the sheer force of the blow. His mouth opened, but no sound followed, his mind lagged helplessly behind, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Shock consumed him, raw and unfiltered, leaving him frozen in place. But Clara did not stop paying any more attention to him. Her arm moved again with the same terrifying precision, fluid and merciless, carrying no hesitation, no doubt, only intent. SLAP!! Another face. Another stunned teacher recoils. And a third... and a fourth. SLAP!! SLAP!!!