Dumbledore Happiness Can Be Found Novels & Stories

Darren's heart leaped in his chest, his eyes searching the wizard's face for any sign of hope or despair. The wizard's voice resonated with a sense of accomplishment as he spoke, his words laced with a hint of enigmatic wisdom. "I have found the source of her affliction," he proclaimed, his voice echoing through the corridor. "There is hope, but the path ahead is treacherous." Darren's breath caught in his throat, his body frozen in a mixture of relief and trepidation. He stepped forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Tell me, wizard, what must we do?"

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.

That his sworn brother was still somewhere in this world… waiting for him to find him and bring him back. “Maybe…” Harry drummed the table as he agreed in a doleful tone as he too thought of the possibility that he didn’t want to accept. “What do we know so far?” Orseus clapped his hands diverting everyone’s attention as he saw his father and the others drifting into a melancholic mood. Lazarus brought a blackboard from the corner and placed in on a stand at one end of the room and was about to move it to the center on his own when Bernard stepped forward to help with his classic amiable smile.

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.”

For the first time, I felt really proud of myself. "Oh goddness, I still can't believe that you were able to do that." Glinda says happily as we carry our books to leave the classroom. "Neither did I." I utter, still surprised at the whole thing. "...Maybe after all, your being good at witchery, has to do with a little more push and encouragement. I am so happy for you Hermione! Finally." Glinda does her flappy dance. I let out a laugh "You really suck at dancing Glinda"

Drown in unhappiness forever… "I told you he loved you," chided Mia, victory clouding her light blue eyes. Suddenly, a male voice surfaced, "Who loves who?" We both looked up and found Edison standing before us. The radiant sunlight caught his sandy-blond hair, making him seem like an angelic warrior. His hazel eyes glanced between us in curiosity before he crossed his arms over his chest. I hastily folded the dress and crumpled the note, throwing everything inside the gift box. Mia and I then bombarded Edison with distracting smiles.

ELIJAH I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual. He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger. "I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.

I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.