Fantastic Beast Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Buster chose to answer the first half of Edmund's words: "Are you sure you are not looking into this matter just so you can stay in town without admiting you won't give up Miss Hayes?" He only got a death stare from Edmund. "Damon Friedrich!" Buster added in a haste, "He's a professor at the local community college. A nobody, to be honest. And we couldn't find any relationship he might have with magic." "So, a scapegoat." Edmund nodded, "As expected. But isn't it more interesting now?" "Which part of this whole matter is exactly interesting?" Buster asked in a polite sarcastical tone.

Besides, if magic was real, why couldn't this guy be a psychic? 'And maybe I'll grow a tail and swim away,' she thought dreamily. 'If only.' She felt her smile grow wider with every step Damien took in her direction. When he stopped in front of her and took the leash from Psychic Boy, Damien looked at her like she'd gone crazy. "I don't remember you ever smiling this much," he commented. He had a point. "Uh, well, you make me happy," Belle explained. "The spell has turned her into your dog," Psychic Boy offered an alternative theory. "If she had a tail it would be wagging. She whines all day when you're gone. Obeys your every command."

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

’ ‘It’s none of his business, Matty. ‘Look, I don’t want to sound over-anxious, but you’re going to need someone on your side—’ ‘Not him,’ she snapped back. ‘Is there anyone else?’ ‘You don’t understand—’ ‘I understand the situation perfectly. Dan Dymoke is the devil himself. The one whose name must never be spoken. Anyone would think the pair of you had had a passionate affair or something—’ ‘No!’ Then, because she knew she’d overreacted, ‘We only met once

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

I elbowed Vira's arm, the girl just gave me a grin. "I heard you're going to research at the Ramberg, is that true?" I nodded, then looked at Harry who sighed. "What's wrong? You don't have to come with me Harry, just take care of your doctoral lectures. So you can graduate quickly and be of use to humans!" "you’re always the same! I'm just worried about you and Edward, you know the village is a bit dangerous and still famous for a lot of mystical things there. Here, read it for a moment!"

those big stone sculptures, Tzutzurk's hounds. But the frisky beasts kept jumping around until Tzurtzurk called them and they ran to him, waiting for their master’s directions. “It’s better to have as many guards as possible, especially in such times,” the professor thought. Then twisting his wand he wiped all those images and went about his business. And once again he showed everyone there was nothing this great wizard could skip. This was exciting and dangerous too. If he could know everything that happened in the Elmbridge School of Magic, someone else could also know it too for sure ...

I say, stressing the 'sir'. It is a big wonder, that a warlock is head over the entire school… "Feisty. That I like." Principal Eldor smirks, bringing out his wand. My legs instinctively move backwards, he burst into laughter. "...oh, my my. Little Hermione is scared. I didn't think I'll get to see the day where the Phoenix is scared." He jeers, laughing loudly. Phoenix. Phoenix?!! "How did you...You just called me..." "Phoenix? Oh yes, who wouldn't know?" He smirks, appearing in a flash before me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing, only a gasp escapes my mouth.

It seems like he realized that it was better to conserve his strength rather than arguing with me. “You don’t know what he is, do you?” he asked when he noticed how worried I was staring into the forest. A part of me wanted to run towards it and find him. “It doesn’t matter what he is.” It doesn’t matter. He saved me. “I don’t think you understand how dangerous he is,” he continued. “Being with him is a double edged sword.” My eyes still didn’t leave the woods in hopes of seeing his silhouette or any sort of movement. “You need to run while you still have the chance to, miss. He is not someone who can love and feel. That man is a monster.”

This was a dirty scheme and sadly, it was Darwin’s scheme. I paused after doing all evaluation I could do and I finally rested on conclusion that after he gains everything he so desire now, he will likely break all ties with him. That sounded good to me. He will be getting played but what if he doesn’t break ties with him after all?? Only the negative side of the thought made me feel like puking. “Hello beautiful??” Dumbledore mumbled as he brought his head low to see what I looked like. “Is he expecting to see a deity?? Or a pretty lady without flaws??” I chuckled as I pushed my face away, making it impossible for him to see what I looked like.