Facts You Didn't Know About Harry Potter 소설 & 이야기

"Alright... The remains of a dead otter... It was still so tiny. I took a guess that it was still a newborn when it died. I did not understand the idea behind all this. But after you mentioned about spells and charms, I think I start to get the idea..." . "Yeah... But what kind of dark magic do they use in this modern world? Even using a dead animal as their tool. Sick. Sick to the head. Sick to the mind." . "That's not all, Harry... There were also yellow, rotten teeth inside there. Precisely three pieces. It was so disgusting, I literally almost puked upon discovering it all." .

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

He said nonchalantly shrugging off making Harry sigh out. Indeed, Harry's wife, Rose didn't know about Lily's kidnapping as because of her ill health she couldn't attend their engagement ceremony and Harry didn't want to stress her more so he hid it for sometime but eventually he told her everything. Harry knew Hazel, Cyrus' wife a bit and they attended her so called engagement, but he wasn't much familiar with them unlike Rose, she became extremely close to Hazel after the engagement.

Lia clarified "I would like to meet her one day" Harry paused, chuckled and shook his head "My mum?" His hands were on the kitchen counter, his weight leaning it. "My mum's dead" I froze. Harry never talked about his mum and I never saw her. I thought that was because she travelled a lot or maybe because she just doesn't live with Harry and his siblings, I never thought it was because she was dead. "Oh" Lia whispered, staring at him, trying to look into his eyes but he hid his face from her by looking down at his hands, his soft hair falling to his eyes. "I had no idea...I'm so sorry"

bullshit he was into. A whirlwind of emotions swirled in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat or two. Sure, I’d only been joking about the whole thing, but suddenly I realized that my faith was about to be tested. I ran over our strange conversation again – when he’d asked about believing in the supernatural. And cold dread settled heavily in my chest. Was he about to tell me Harry Potter was real or something like that? Because I didn’t think I was British enough to believe that…

Frost asks. Crazy Harry shrugs, and his beard quivers with the motion. “Don’t rightly know. I’ve never seen it.” I thank Harry for his time, then we leave him sitting on the ground, smoking his joint while the ducks swim leisurely nearby. Malix falls into step beside me. “Are we seriously listening to the crazy guy?” “Yes, we’re listening to the crazy guy,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not all crazy people are crazy. Sometimes, they just know things they’re not supposed to know and other humans don’t believe them. You’re a supernatural creature. You should know that.”

"Never mind, it must have slipped my mind. That’s the only explanation, since this matter is known only to Yolanda and me. But when did I tell you? Was it when I was drunk?" "Yeah, I think so," I replied, diving into my acting role. "Wow, I really need to cut back on the drinking. My behavior gets worse. Luckily, I told you and not some stranger, or they would have been terrified." "So?" "So? Oh, right, you were asking if I was desperate, right?" Harry tried to recall the moment. "Actually, I was quite desperate at the time. After your family wiped out mine, I barely escaped. I fled to an unfamiliar place, not knowing if I would run into more enemies or stronger foes. Life was tough, I had t

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

She asks. “Maybe.” I answer frankly but I still have no idea. “Honestly, I don’t personally know much about Harry because he does not say anything about himself to all of us. We know he is from London. We know he loves surfing. We didn’t know he can play the piano because he never ever touched the piano in the beach house. We didn’t know he was that great of a singer as how you claim him. We didn’t even know he is good in composing a song. We don’t even know his last name. We only know he is Harry. We hang out with him because he’s a really kind friend and he cares for us.” “How can you trust a person like that when he does not even tell you who he really is?” She asks.

(Reagan's POV) Holy crap. How can I explain this to Derek and Unknown dude what just happened? There were several options to choose from: (A) "I read a spell in Harry Potter and thought I should try it. It worked." (B) "I'm doing an experiment in Chemistry on how to pop out of thin air." (C) "I'm 25% unicorn, 25% leprechaun and 25% fairy." (in that case, would that turn me into a troll as a result, right?)