Harry Potter And Sorting Hat Novels & Stories

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.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

“And congratulations on surviving.” Surviving? Was he expecting them to die? What a weird thing to say to students! “As you know, the sorting is a tradition of this prestigious school. It ensures you remain aligned with the right house, based on your bloodline, potential, and it'll prepare you for your eventual awakening,” he trailed off, his eyes on each student. I wondered if he was looking for someone in particular, as his eyes kept shifting until our eyes locked. I froze. It was brief. Then he looked away. I released my breath as he continued.

She remember telling him how she preferred gathering small toys than the big fluffy ones. Her eyes stared at the box filled with the small dolls of her favourite movie characters, Harry Potter. There was a time she used to share with him how she will do anything to collect dolls of the characters of this movie. She noticed the only character she shared how much she loved, she had a weird hate and love relationship with this one character and there were dolls of his.

Shaking, I lift my head from Laila’s shoulders, not knowing what to do. “Oh, June,” she murmurs, shaking her head, staring into my eyes. “This is horrible – I keep forgetting, because it’s fine when it’s just us – but the reality of this –“ I open my mouth to agree, to repeat back everything she says, but no words come out. She stares at me with concern, her hands finding my cheeks, but we’re both distracted when Death begins to speak again. “The next sorting will occur now,” Death snaps, impatience and anger coloring his voice.

Her friend told her that she knew about the invisible cloak from a famous book called 'Harry Potter. Harry Potter was a famous book and movie back on Earth in the 21st century. She doesn't know how her friend find about a book that came from the 21st century, however, she got interested by the cloak. If she bought this, she would show it to her friend if they meet someday. “You got interested in it, Soheila?” Hector asked when he saw that Soheila stood up. Soheila looks at him and said, “Yes, I'm super duper interested in that item.” She smiled brightly after saying that.