Harry Potter 1 Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 18 “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ― J.M. Barrie, Dean's P.O.V I wanted it to act cool, but i never learned how to chill, when I have always been cold inside. Fire scorches across my back as I twist away from the witch's claws. Her venom is particularly potent, slowing my reactions and dimming my vision. "On your right!" Joe leaps for her, sword swinging, but she disappears in a black plume and cackles with glee.

We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads. I sit with a bowl of popcorn in my hand and our drink while he starts the movie. I forgot the straws so i get up but harry grabs my wrist and stops me. "Where are you going ,claire?" he asks. "To get the straws for the drink." I say and roll my eyes. "There's no need for straws" He says. "Then how will we drink it? . I mean there is only one glass but if you want to share -" I am halfway done with my words but harry stops me midway by placing his finger on my lips and shushing me.

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

he asked again, grabbing my attention. “What if I win? What will I get from this?” I asked back. He sat back comfortably and looked at me intently as if I amused him. He then shrugged his shoulders “Your call. Do anything you want with me; I don’t really care” he said *** Like what I was saying, these guys presence is enough to make the atmosphere in such a low spirit. I wonder if this was what Harry Potter felt when there were dementors around him? And it sucks to think that my thoughts are a mess right now especially when I am usually the one who can’t be swayed by a mere presence.

the book opened again to that exact page, and I screamed a little. “I’m going to prove it to you,” I said to the book like I was talking to an actual person. I read one of the spells, stretched my hands towards the shelves.” Phasmatos Motus Liber! Bring me the book I want. Phasmatos Motus Liber! Bring me the book I want.” I said it again, but nothing happened. “See, I told….” I was cut off with a book flying towards me and landing in my hands.

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H