Fortuna Major Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

The fortune teller shook his head. "No. It has already gone too far. Take this case with the Redknapps. Why did you force Harry to take Simon’s punishment? That was physical harm, not related to intelligence at all." Carla couldn't argue back. Her face turned pale. She didn't even realize why she instinctively chose Harry to suffer. Amanda broke down crying. Mick stood beside her, just as lost and guilty. The fortune teller let out a long sigh. "I can control who wakes up and who sleeps. That is why I gave you these enchanted straws. But I cannot control a person's despair.

He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Aunt– I mean, Ms. Reed! This isn’t mine! It was in his–” He pointed straight at me, his voice rising with desperation. “It was in Edward’s pencil case! I saw him put it in there myself! How did it end up in my pocket?” The floating comments refreshed again in front of my eyes. [What the hell? What’s going on? I’m sure I saw Hugh put it in the guy’s pencil case!] [Does this bookworm know magic or something? How is he so fast?]

Claire grabbed the cup, added foam in a vague heart shape, and hurried toward table three. She was three steps away when her shoe caught on absolutely nothing. Time slowed. The cup flew in a graceful arc. And the entire contents of one large caramel macchiato landed directly on the crisp white shirt of the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. "Oh my God." He stood abruptly, coffee dripping down his chest, frozen between shock and disbelief. Tall - easily over six feet - with dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes so blue they reminded her of ocean photos in magazines she couldn't afford.

Too bad for him this was all he was going to get of my goods. I pointed my index finger in his face, and he shot me a confused glance just as I hit him with a zap of magic that rendered him unconscious. His large body crumpled to the floor. Before his guard could utter a sound, I struck him down—dead. I didn’t need him telling anyone who took his boss. Then I bolted over to the door to secure it, making sure no one could enter until I was finished kidnapping Hexfort. Using a levitation spell, I floated his body to hover it in the air. After a quick search, I confiscated his wand. Besides that he was unarmed.

“This is... interesting. What is it supposed to be?” The man’s eyes lit up. “Ah, that’s a protection charm made from the bones of a black cat. Guaranteed to ward off evil spirits! The bones were ethically sourced, of course.” I quickly set it back down, trying not to grimace at the thought. “Right. Thanks.” We spent a bit more time exploring the shop before heading back out into the foggy street. As we walked, a sign caught my eye: ‘Madame Zara’s Fortunes’.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

He was my drug, and I needed my fix. The class filled up quickly and it was almost time for the bell to ring when I felt the hairs on my arms stand up and I immediately knew what this magnificent feeling was. I raised my head and met Zak’s gaze as he strolled to his seat. His face looked fully healed, leaving me puzzled. It should have taken him a lot longer to heal than just two days, especially with a hit like that. My heart went crazy as I wondered if he had an ability like me? Could he heal instantly too? Could this be the reason why I feel so drawn to him?