Harry Potter Age In First Book Novels & Stories

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

“You know, like in Harry Potter? What Voldemort did.” “Never read it,” I said. Maurice’s mouth fell open, and his glasses slid right down to the tip of his nose. Claire leaned out from his other side. “You never read Harry Potter? Any of them?” “No. Well, I tried the first one. Thought it was long-winded and poorly written.” They were both staring me down. They’d followed my instructions and trusted my judgement when lives were on the line, but now I had gone too far.

Harry said unfortunately. As he said this he recollected the past… Whenever he was only 9 years of age, he was accustomed to drawing, he generally drew after class. Whenever he came to their home he saw his granddad in the nursery, he quickly moved toward him and he showed it to his granddad. "Granddad, you look what I did! Harry said, running and giving the paper he was conveying to his Grandfather. "Look." And he took the paper he was giving out.

Harry said irritably, "We're obviously the ones who saw it first! Shouldn't everything be on a first-come, first-served basis?" "Whose kid is this? If I like it, then it's mine!" the woman snapped. Harry might have handsome features, but the childishness he portrayed made it obvious that he was only around 18 years old. The rich woman was already 45 years old this year. If she were any younger, she might just be attracted to Harry's type. It was a shame that only men in their 20s knew how to please others! This was why Harry was spared from the traumatic ordeal of being harassed by this older woman.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

Picked up his library card and went to the librarian. "Ahh, Harry? You want to borrow another book?" Greeted Lis, a girl aged 25 years and 2 years older than Harry immediately stood up as she looked at Harry who was walking towards her. It was no secret that the librarian liked Harry so much, that even Harry himself was confused about how the girl knew him. Harry was uncomfortable dealing with him but forsake of Kirey. Harry was willing to face Lis for the books that Kirey had borrowed. The reason he came to this library was also to be able to lend Kirey a lot of books.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.