Elliot Francis Harry Potter 소설 & 이야기

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

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you."

While they were talking, a sudden commotion came from in front of them. Elliot and Harry were both attracted by the commotion and looked towards the door. “Is it… Milan from the Elise Group?” Director Harry standing beside him said in surprise: “I haven’t heard of today’s party, this crocodile lord also appeared.” After speaking, he turned his head and asked Elliot: “Director Elliot, do you know Elise Group…” At this time, Harry turned his head to look at Elliot, Elliot didn’t pay attention to him, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked straight to the door.

“You’re already fucked up. If you added alcohol in the mix, I’m afraid even I won’t survive the explosion that will surely follow.” I ignore him and order a neat shot. Just then, I suddenly realize that Harry isn’t just my friend, but a womanizer in his own right. Surely, he would know what Elara’s actions mean so far, right? I turn to him, hopeful that he would be able to solve this puzzle for me. “Why do you think Elara’s being so cold towards me?” I don’t think what I asked was something too outrageous. But seeing the way Harry chokes on his drink and then starts coughing like a madman, I’m forced to think again.

I asked loudly, still looking frustrated. "Your....never mind." Harry said, diverting his eyes back to his eggs. And yet again, his eyes couldn't get off my ass. "Fuck El, I can see your ass." He spat out. He almost looked like he was burning up. He tried to focus back to what he was doing but I was distracting him with all this. "What?" I said feeling a lot more frustrated. "Seriously, your ass." He said again. I thought he was teasing me again so I had to clear my doubt by raising my hands up in the air and checking if my buttocks were actually visible.

Matilda asked worriedly seeing the shocked face of Hazel. “Hazel? Answer me?” Hazel snapped out of shock and whispered, “my husband.....” _____________ Harry opened the door to his house and saw few tall looking men outside. “Yes? How may I help you?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “Where is young mr. Xavier?” One bulky looking man asked. Harry frowned in confusion, “who? Young mr? Are you talking about my little nephew? What’s your deal with him?” “We are here on order of Mr. Ferris to bring his son to him.” They spoke firmly with determination.

Harry screams running toward the kitchen. "Wait ,what do you mean?" " come in the kitchen and See for yourself" he says so i go to the kitchen and see harry holding two pieces of bread in his hand . Scratch that , he is holding two pieces of burnt bread. I go and check the other two pieces but they are in the same condition . I take toast in my hand , showing him and then shrug. I wait for harry to frown or get angry because i just ruined his breakfast but instead he looks like he is trying to hold his laugh .

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”