Novel & Cerita Funny Harry Potter Jokes

I kicked the chair next to me hard enough to send it sideways. "Joking around? Then why don't you put your own names and numbers out there and sell yourselves?" I looked them dead-on, one at a time. "Cut the chatter. We're going to the dean's office. Or I'm calling the police." The air fell silent for a few seconds–then they burst out laughing. Tara lifted her chin and tossed her hair. "Even if you take it to my dad, what is he going to do, Sophie? Really?"

He retorted as I smirked, "It sounds weird to my ears. Harry is just okay." "Oooh, wittle Harry is getting pissed." I teased him causing him to roll his eyes on me, I let out a loud laugh. "Stop it, Lorien. It's not even funny," he glares which just made me laugh even harder. "I'm sorry but, I find it so funny." I replied, putting my closed fists just under my eyes as I started to fake a cry, "Wittle Harold Ellis wis pissed. Buhooo." "I told you to-"

"Well I did grew old so of course ." "Then why didn't your brain grew with you ?" "Hahaha " "Pfft" They both laughed and Harren was still wandering what the hell was he doing there .

"No need to get violent dear, save that for another time, place, occasion and position if you know what I mean." "Brandon!" Heat rushes up all over my face and Brandon laughs his chest rising and falling. He cups one of my hot cheeks and laughs again. "You should stop that darling or you'll burn my shirt.." This time I don't do anything that'll make him tease me more and instead I stick with just shutting the hell up but I can't help the smile that appears on my face and I turn my head burying my face in his chest to hide it. "Now now pay attention to the movie Harry Potter is good. This is the part where Harry and Ron can't go through the wall and have to use a flying car to get to Hogwarts

Judah started the time, and they bolted off, racing from the bottles to the baskets. I think Harry and his wife would have done perfect well if Harry had not tried to adjust his trousers while his wife was still on the run. He suddenly came to a standstill, causing his wife to be pulled back with force so much that she fell on him. “Why are you all falling on each other?” Alice asked, playfully. “I think I broke my ribs.” Harry said, wriggling in pain everyone knew he was only joking with. It was not much of a fall, so it was obvious it was mere sarcasm.

I let out a laugh and it came out like a snort. “You have an adorable laugh.” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Stop lying.” Harry had always told me I sounded like a pig when I laughed. “I'm serious.” He flashed me a boyish grin. “Aren't you supposed to give me a dance or something?” I asked wondering why we were both standing. “Are you telling me how to do my job?” He raised an eyebrow and the next thing I knew he began kissing down my neck. Whoahh. I pulled away in shock.

Jack repeated mockingly, his hand clutched to his jaw as he glared at me intensely. “You know,” he stood up, “I thought you were smarter, but then you brought in someone as dumb as you are,” he pointed at Harry. “Did you think for a second that I would take my eyes off you two and not observe your schemes?” He placed his hand on my hair, tugging at it. “Let her be,” I heard Harry's wavering voice from the corner where he was held. A fit of laughter erupted. “Look who’s defending her! You can’t even stand up for yourself,” he mocked, rolling his eyes at him with disgust, irritation, and resentment.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

Then Peter suddenly became serious, with a touch of playful mystery, and began sharing an interesting story from recent events. "You know," he said, "I recently had something quite amusing happen. A kid, probably around twenty, suddenly appeared in front of me, trying to assassinate me." His tone was light, as if he were recounting a joke. Harry was taken aback for a moment, then asked with curiosity, “And then? Did you just let him go? Is that even possible?”

The more he didn't let himself see, the more Stacy wanted to see, "How did I find your guilty conscience?" Harry coughed and cleared his throat, "What is my guilty conscience?" "Since you are not guilty, let me go." Stacy stretched out his hand to push him away, and there was the underwear she bought at the mall today in the pool. Harry "..." The air was still for a few seconds. Suddenly Stacy laughed. Harry has a serious face, "What are you laughing at?" Stacy leaned on the door frame and continued to laugh while holding his stomach. Oops, this man is so cute.