Gilderoy Lockhart Novels & Stories

We stood on a high podium before them and he raised my hand up and said. “Crescent Moon Pack! I present to you Eleanor, my mate and now the Luna of this pack...” A murmuring broke out in the gathering. Then one of the elders raised his hand to speak. Arthur let him speak. “Arthur, there is a rumor going around of your mate being a human, is this true?” The murmurings erupted again.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Then he looked at the children. “This is what happens when you only talk to the person living next to you down here, and you don’t mind what the people out there have to say.” “But who are you talking to, Mr. Smart?” asked Penny Glasgow. “How come with whom? With Lionel Squisshy.” The gnome rushed to what looked like his desk. He cleared his throat and said to the children: “Hello, I'm Professor Lionel Squisshy and I teach you within the Creation Workshop, how to create your own magic wand.”

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

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.

Sapping walks in. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t miss our new wonderful teacher teaching the oath and care of magical creatures.”, he says happily. She just shakes her head before speaking again, “Then we have Mr. Sapping teaching potions and our last teacher is Miss Phoenix teaching oath and care of magical creatures.” “She’s a student here!” “I’m not being taught by a human!” “Yeah!” The cafeteria gets louder where a few students and Jess are covering their ears. Holding back my anger as they continue to yell.

Professor Hyle said-" Now you must return to your class, and shall not discuss these things with anyone else." I nodded and left. When I reached my class I saw the class had already been started by Professor Mecoy I asked-" May I come in professor?" She looked at me and nodded-" Yes, Yes come in Miss. Macduff. Please find yourself a seat as we have already started the class. I found Jenny and Junnie had saved me a seat. I went to them and sat beside them. Jenny asked in a low whisper-" What happened?" I replied with a low tone-" Grandma came, principal Dunston and professor Hyle were also there, they said I should not use the Golden wand instead I should use a normal wand. They have hidden i

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

I turned sharply. A man… no, something more than a man, stood in the doorway. He had a presence that made the room shrink. His long, indigo robe shimmered with moving patterns… runes, glyphs, alive and glowing across the fabric. His eyes were violet, too bright, too deep, and his silver-streaked hair fell to his shoulders like threads of moonlight. “Who are you?” I asked, barely able to speak. He smiled slightly. “I’m Professor Rhyel. A teacher from the School of Ardent Magic.”