Fancy Harry Potter Books Novels & Stories

June’s POV “You need to go out more, Harry. You just can’t keep hiding inside forever, the weather is so nice and you can’t afford to waste such a good day indoor” This is actually the tenth time I’ll be asking Harry to go out and stop staying indoor all day with me reading him boring books like medical books. Even though those books might end up being helpful to me, that’s if I decide to go back to medical school. I still find those books boring.

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

He went in front of the giant round door and when he made a push, the door opened like a revolving coin as he enters the room the door closes at the same time. What came to his view are a pile of books. The room was ginormous and majestic. He went straight to the center of the room and it took about fifty steps before he reach the center. He made a 360 degrees turn looking around. It felt like a library but there is only one study table at the far end of the room right under the humongous window that illuminates different shades of color under the ray of the sun. He noticed that the table has been piling with thick dust. No wonder the headmaster said there has been no student under this hous

She didn't know who he was then, but she had noticed him, and she had wondered what was it about him that made him stand out from all the other people. He was too mature for his age, too cool and calm. "We have a lot of time to learn more, okay? I can find you some books to read." Dad said with a soft sigh. "They have books for this?" Her eyes widened. "Yes, and it is not the ones you can find it in the library, either. Ok, some of them you can find it in the library, but others... the spell books, the book of potions... everything is a family treasure. It would pass from one witch to the other, for generations. These are like heirloom for witches. Quite precious." Dad explained, finally eas