Harry Potter And The Dark Wizard 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.

His words make me shiver but I don't say a word, wanting him to continue. "That's where the witches came in. They cursed all valerians to only have human offspring, making them weak and easy to kill. They were slaughtered by the thousands and there hasn't been one since." He smiles and I don't like it. "That is until you, of course. Now if only we knew who sired you..." "I-“

Watching the rise and fall of his chest followed by the sound of pages turning, had her blissfully nodding off before she knew it. The sensation of falling had ahold of her and a blinding light obstructed her vision as her freefall seemed endless. Limbs frantically flailed about, the strange pressure in her abdomen from the rush was making her sick, and her breathing hitched. Dizzy and disoriented, she found herself in front of her apartment building when she finally landed, her world coming to a stop at a snail's pace. Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting.

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.

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

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.

"I want you to help me give it to them." Asher's heart gave an involuntary flip. "Present?" Sarah's red lips lifted into an evil grin. Pulling her clutch from its place on the table beside her she began to rummage through it until she found what she needed. She held a tiny packet filled with white powder out flashing it to a confused looking Asher. "Do you know what this is Asher?" She asked now. Asher slowly shook his head feigning ignorance. He had a vague idea, but he didn't want to say as he tried to give Sarah the benefit of the doubt. After all this was real life not some ridiculous TV drama. People didn't actually plot to drug people to get their way, right?

I thought he wasn’t going to answer but at last he lifted his head and looked at me. “I have super speed, but you already know that one”, he paused. “Yeah, I saw you that day when you left the parking lot.” “Yeah. I can gilt, predict the future and also shoot ice from my body through my hands”, he said. “Gilt?” “Umm, gilt is disappearing from one point and appearing on the other”, he explained. “You mean, you can disappear from here and appear on that corner across the room?” I asked with surprise. He chuckled and said, “Yep, that’s how I roll. You want a demonstration?”

She wiped it harshly, still glaring at her father. Looking down at her, a burning sensation raged in his stomach. He loathed weakness and even more so if it manifested in a Sylvania. “Now, show me the headmaster’s head.” “George first.” He raised one brow. “No. Let’s do it together.” “Alright!” They both raised their hands, a bluish string unknotting from it. Then with a small explosion, followed by a puff of black smoke, the headmaster’s body appeared right in front of Dark and George on Z’s lap. Both were unconscious.

" Lavender felt bad for her. It seems like their mother was a beautiful witch. One who will make her children pay for giving birth to them and bringing them up. Before she could open her mouth to talk, she Had the oven timer get off. The two rushed to turn off the oven. The aromatic fragrance from their end products lightened the mood in the kitchen. The two smiled at each other as they continued on to decorating their cakes and adding toppings to their brownies.