Harry Potter 4 Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

― 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.

Well, he was straightforward. I ducked under his arm and went around him. I hurriedly backed away from him. I wanted to keep some distance between us and spend as little as possible time close to him. I had cancelled out my scent but I didn’t want to take any chances of him whiffing a smell of my body. Viktor turned around to face me with a smirk, “I see you are light on your feet, huh? Is that pure skill or is that magic too?” He sped towards me with a grin, “Well, it doesn’t matter what you’re on,” he paused as he threw rapid punches at me, “all I know is, I want to know what color the blood of a warlock is.”

I had to fight back making a sound as I took slow breaths, making sure to stay in the shadows, not wanting to be seen. “The idiot’s actions are too predictable for his own good. I told you to choose the right side, and thankfully, you did” Viktor said calmly “as for dealing with dark magic, I am not an idiot, sister. For now, play the game of that princess that wants to leave, object, but also submit, at least until you’ve found a way to get rid of his mate”

I asked as Troublemaker returned with a jug of water and started serving them. " * Panting* V4 * Panting* The man you replaced. " M.Kaen wheezed out between breaths. " * Panting* Nice to * Panting* Finally meet you. * Panting* V4.1" V4 says as he gestures to shake my hand. It was extremely awkward for me but I shook it anyway. Hopefully, he doesn't hold a grudge of any kind. It's not like I was the one who killed him. Hikaru walks into the room followed by two girls. One looked like a Paladin from her armor design, her ruby lips, stunning brown eyes, and milky chocolate hair would make any man speechless, but knowing that she uses holy magic, I would rather steer clear of her.

Viktor lowered his hand and frowned. "You're a powerful necromancer," Viktor mumbled. "And you're an ancient reaper," Luric replied. I stepped between the pair so they didn't get into a pissing contest. Of course Deagon had to introduce himself. Luric chuckled at Deagon's apron and choked abruptly when Deagon turned exposing his bare ass. Viktor quickly pulled Deagon to sit down on his lap causing Luric to narrow his eyes. "Are all the men in your life queer, Skye," he asked curiously. I gasped loudly seeing Viktor and Deagon smirking at each other.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

Third pov "Look Kova, Quidditch ground model" Vanessa screamed jumping like a little kid while looking at the Quidditch model in front of her. "Clam down nessa" Kova gently murmured to Vanessa who was not listening at all. Vanessa and Kova were wandering around in the harry potter mini-museum that lead the Potterhead to the main theatre where the show was about to be held in 20 minutes, the mini-museum was a surprise for all of them who were about to see the show. Vanessa was excited as hell, looking at the model, the poster, and all to which some people were giving weird looks, some was murmuring CUTE to Vanessa who was thrilled like a kid, kova was a little embarrassed

This was the belly of the beast. They reached the grand hall. It was a cathedral of Gothic excess, lit by a thousand candles that cast long, flickering shadows. Standing at the far end, in front of a fireplace large enough to roast an ox, was Viktor. He was dressed in a simple black turtleneck and slacks, looking more like a scholar than a kingpin. He was holding a glass of clear liquid, watching the snow fall outside the massive arched windows.