Novel & Cerita Harry Potter 394

Trenton gulped, and even his breathing had deepened. Harry smiled and said, “We obtained three balls!” “Three balls?” Everybody was baffled, not knowing what Harry meant. An elder from a second-class aristocratic family pondered about it and said, “Would consuming these three balls allow us to break through and achieve the fighting prowess of the ultimate god-level then?” “Oh my god… One ball for each dangerous area? Does this mean there are four others who have the opportunity to break through into the ultimate god-level?” theorized another old lady.

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

Arthur was a monster, and he loved no one. “Not 98, not 99,” Harry says, wicked glee etched in his features. “You’re going to pick up every one of those, all 100. Make sure you count.” There’s no ‘or else’ as if the ultimatum is too horrible to say aloud. Ariadne wants to stand her ground, but the wolf inside knows she’s lost the fight. The Omega shrinks away, tensing and waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Harry promptly leaves without a word.

I need to start jogging again in the morning. "Stand aside." He waves his hand backwards and we take a few steps back. Branson closes his eyes and starts murmuring something. A spell, maybe. Just then, the wall starts moving and Tessa clutches my arm. The wall slowly slides away to the left, revealing another door. "Fuck!" Alex's jaw drops. "J. K. Rowling surely came across this place and then wrote Harry Potter." He chuckles and I nudge him with my elbow. "Let's go." Branson says and opens the door. Tessa's hold gets tighter on my arm and I praise Moon Goddess for not giving her sharp nails.

Moving to the left I watched as his eyes followed me, but he made no move to stop. Jasper’s reverie was broken by the same guy he was with the day we watched Harry Potter, calling his name, seeing as his attention was no longer on me, I hurriedly packed my stuff and made my way out of the gym, but not without catching his eyes straying to me before I made it out the door.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Three years after I was dead, Andrew Lorne and his mother, Dorothy Evans, came to the countryside to take me back. The moment the heavily rusted iron gates creaked open and the weed-choked yard came into view, their expressions soured. "That jinx, Jovana! Look at what she's done to our family residence," Dorothy grumbled, furiously yanking away the blades of grass in her way as she stormed inside. Her eyes burned with fury as she hollered, "Where is she? She doesn't even bother to clean the house! It took us a great deal to come all the way here, yet she doesn't even want to show up!

My ceremony is later today, and I need the ingredients to sit for a while if I want to be able to cast the spell tonight. A car pulls up, and I start to tap my foot. The car door opens, and he walks out. Always with a hoodie on and the hood on his head; I swear I get so tired of this cloak-and-dagger shit. “What the fuck took you so long?” He doesn’t come close but tosses the bag, which lands a few feet from me. “Here’s your stuff, now lose my number.”

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Kara came last, her violet eyes narrowed, her silver hair pulled back from her face. The half-blood collapsed at Elif's feet. He was young, barely more than a boy, his dark skin streaked with dirt and dried blood. His left arm hung at a strange angle, broken and untreated. His breath came in ragged gasps. "Help him," Elif said.