Novel & Cerita Gaunts Harry Potter

At once, a pair of cold, steely eyes turned to look at him. Harry instantly felt all the hackles rising on his skin. He got such a fright that he nearly fell to the floor in paralysis. He had seen the only occupant inside the hut, and she was an old lady. She was all skin and bones, and her eyes were so deeply sunken into her skull that she looked almost like an actual skeleton. "Who are you?" she asked darkly after glancing at him. Harry's goosebumps had appeared all over his body. He gulped hard and put on a brave front.

However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes. “Hailey Rane, I think you’re quite useless. Don’t you know how to put on a good show? Since you like slacking off so much, then you can just stay with the crocodiles.”

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

From behind the red curtains of the center stage, a grand wizard appeared. The man was gaunt with sunken eyes that were compounded like a fly, his mouth a thin lipless slit in his head. He had no noticeable ears or nose, and his skin was a corpse-like gray. I didn't have to see his hands to know that they were three-figured instead of five and had thin wing-like membranes attached to the wrist to allow him to glide. The wizard saddled up close to the edge, the sound of many chitinous feet clacking under the long hem of his robes. Waiting for his orders.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

she said, gesturing at me to follow her. Harriet was an old witch, although I had never asked how old she was. She had long grey hair that she always tied up in a cute granny's bun, and mesmerizing green eyes surrounded by tiny wrinkles, which only added warmth to her expression. Whenever I saw her, she kept wearing long black or dark-brown gowns, and I teased her that I would once buy her a pointy hat to complete her look, resembling a fairytale witch.

But Hugo was trapped, the creature now advanced towards him. Wendy was locked in an old stale smelling store room. Her captor was none other than Gaxgs himself. With just one look at Gaxgs the first time in the adjoining room and Wendy had screamed. Gaxgs face had yellow eyes and no nose, the back of his head was covered with very long squid or octopus like tentacles: They were similar to very long dreadlocks that fell down behind his shoulders, almost nearly touching the floor. But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move!

In every way he was the mirror image of our father, and only grew more so with every year that passed, though his braid had a long way to go until it reached the length of our father’s. Concentrate. I turned my attention to the gauntlet. The gauntlet was a torture device that could only have come from the darkest minds of the darkest of Fae Courts. It was a wooden structure raised as high from the ground as Rue and Tarragon were tall, which, considering they had inherited our father’s height, was HIGH. Especially for me, who had somehow missed every drop of dragon blood, and therefore also lacked the dragon height.