Novel & Cerita Female Harry Potter

She complains again. “Uh oh. I might be immune to Harry’s Incubus charms, mostly because he isn’t actually interested in me like that, but I doubt that Cam is. In this state I’m willing to bet Harry has very little control over his Incubi magic. Based on how red she is, I suspect Cam is getting the full blast of it. I decide to take pity on her.

he told her. Queen Hazar smiled and waved to the girl with green highlights. “This is Karya. She’s a dryad or forest nymph, if you will,” she said and Lily couldn’t help but wonder how much weirder her world was going to get. The girl nodded and stepped up to her. “S’up hybrid,” she said with a quirky smile and Lily smiled.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead Don't proceed of not up to ??? Mary Ass, the 29-year-old heiress to a family of witches and warlocks, had always been a spoiled brat. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth and magic at her fingertips, she had never wanted for anything in her life. But lately, she had been feeling… unsatisfied. Her magic could get her anything she wanted, but it couldn’t make her feel alive.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

It turned out the person was the Holy Maiden of Yorkshire Palace, Ynes Larkin. Alex became instantly distressed when he saw Ynes appearing all of a sudden. Hermione’s eyes, on the other hand, sparkled, and a gossipy look kindled her face. “Huh? Pervert?

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I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

I had been busy thinking of them, how I felt about them, what my thoughts were of the whole situation and more importantly, I hadn't been able to keep my mind off the sorceress. What had Quinn called her? I sighed. I didn't even know what to call the sorceress. He had said that she was a genderless dark wizard who could switch forms. It sent a shudder to me to know that someone could be a male or a female anytime they wished without going through an operation.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”