Dumbledore Idk 소설 & 이야기

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

I gathered what was left of my clothes from the floor where we’d discarded it and put it on. “Leaving?” he questioned, voice laced with disappointment. “I need to go check on Layla. She should be awake anytime from now.” I said, then walked up to his side of his bed, “There’s something I want to talk to you about first.” “I’m all ears.” “What do you know about a man named Darth?” He sat up, “I’ve never been unfortunate enough to actually meet him. But I know he’s a powerful sorcerer who most likely has gone mad. Good thing he likes to stay hidden—far away from our kind.”

"Nothing more. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mix much that time. But Professor Dumbledore can help you, he was the transfiguration's teacher that time." All heads turned to the said man. And he blanched. He seemed to squirm under everyone's gazes, mainly Erik's. "Talk. What do you know about Tom Riddle?" Erik imperiously said to Dumbledore. He started fidgeting but didn't talk. Erik noticed it and started to release his magic pressure with the 'old boy' as the target and center of it. Erik then slowly and dangerously talked.

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.

“Ida, who in the castle would’ve been strong enough to cast a binding spell on you? It would have to be someone with extensive knowledge of magic and who would have been in total control of their energy.” I furrowed my brows, deep in thought. “My father was a strong wielder and my magic teacher as well; those are the two that come to mind. But they’re both dead,” I said, scratching my head in frustration. “Otis died protecting me when Osprey’s army invaded the castle library.”

An ancient, long-bearded man was sitting cross-legged in front of him and was levitating a few feet relative to him. (With all the white, it was hard to confirm if he was really floating in space.) “Dumbledore?” Ecto asked the first thing that entered his mind. “I do not know who that is,” the old man said. His rather fierce eyes were still trained on Ecto. “Oh, I am sorry I screamed, sir. It is just that… I am lost. Could you please tell me where we are?”

said Lycus Lewis, smiling with relief. "Who?" Draco asked. "Albus White, The Wise White Dragon." "What? Albus?" exclaimed Draco in surprise. The ceramic cup that was in Draco's hand came loose and smashed to pieces on the floor. Draco's heart was pounding wildly because of the choking mix of emotions. “Are you sure? Albus?" asked Astrid, incredulous at what she heard. "Yes, Albus," answered Lycus Lewis as he looked Draco straight in the eye.