Harry Potter Aged นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Despite their different appearances, there was one fact that he couldn’t stop laughing at. As their appearance was opposite to each other, their age was also opposite. According to Lord Shadow (she received the information after scouting the area with Sabrina that one particular night) the wizards were mostly in their early 40s at best. Yet, their appearance was like 100-year-old men and women. “Ho ho!” Hashim placed his hands behind his back like he was a wise old man. “Young kids nowadays have no respect.” He said arrogantly. The wizard flinched. His weary and old eyes fluttered at him in both confusion and denial.

“So you don't get to see the rain and snow quite often?” I nodded. “So don't you guys like age?” “Depends on how long you lived and your ancestor's genes. For example, if you've lived a hundred thousand years and your ancestors had wrinkly faces you might start aging but that is extremely rare as there are a lot of potions that can make a witch look fresh again.” Kelly sighed, “So you guys don't age?” “We do age on special circumstances-” “-How old are you?” “Ten thousand and one years old.”

I am happy to possess that part in her life. We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter. At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age. She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment. Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.

I hope not. “Well, I certainly know where to find witches… but there aren’t any werewolves around this part of town… am I right?” She smiled at me. She’s playing tricks with you Hermione. Don’t listen! I did not answer her. My silence meant a lot of things, but I was going to leave it to her to figure it out. She stared at me for a minute then walked to where I was seated. She squatted right before me and it was then that I could see that she did not age pass late 40s early 50s. this lady was supposed to look very old but no.

"How old are you?" Henry chuckled. He knew it was only a matter of time before she asked him that. He drew her close and faced her so he could see her expression. "A hundred and seventy five." Aurora's eyes widened so much that it seemed they would pop out of their sockets. "Years old?" She exclaimed. "That... that would make you... a hundred and fifty seven years older than me." Henry wasn't expecting that and he burst out in laughter. "Oh my love, you're absolutely amusing."

Watching him huddle up and focus on the screen reminded me that he was just eighteen years old, prompting me to remember my original plan for him to enjoy his youth. "What's your next plan?" I asked. "Well... Plans have changed, nothing scheduled. Any suggestions?" Harry replied. "I do have one, just not sure if you'll be okay with it." I opened the nearby travel guide and found the place I had in mind, pointing it out to him. "I love it.” Harry exclaimed. "Really into third-wheeling, huh?" I teased. "Never thought a third wheel could also be a pack mule? And I am..." "Different status, right, big bro?" I interrupted playfully.

His fingers remained slack, unresponsive. The gown they’d dressed him in was too big for his thin frame, hanging off him like a shroud, like a ghost of the vibrant boy he once was. His hair, usually so full of life, lay limp over his forehead, hiding the faint, crescent-shaped scar he got when he fell off his bike at seven, trying to impress me with a wheelie. I used to tease him about it endlessly, calling him “Harry Potter” and kissing the little mark like it would somehow protect him from all future harm. Now, I’d give anything, everything, to hear him laugh again, to see that mischievous glint in his soft brown eyes that always made my heart swell with pride and love.

Kelly entered the hall with a foreign man at her side. The moment they stepped in, the crowd swarmed around them. "My goodness! Isn't that Harry Wells? The one they call Maestro Warner's rightful successor!" "Harry Wells? You mean the child prodigy who stunned the world at five years old?" "Ahhh! Harry Wells is my idol! He's only thirty-five and already at the pinnacle of his career. By the time he reaches Maestro Warner's age, his status will be untouchable!"

He had met his high school friends and basketball teammates and hanged out in the bar from time to time. Although he was just sixteen, his former classmates were older than him for four years. So, the guards in the bar thought he had the same age as him since they showed the same IDs. "This is one of the advantages of being genius. You can go to the bar without telling your real age, right Vince?" Harry chuckled as he placed his hand on Vince's shoulder. "Not just that, I can drink brandy either!" he sneered. They were inside a private room. While the waiters were putting down their orders, Rupert, asked about something.