Harry Potter And The Final Straw 소설 & 이야기

From it came a wave of power that turned air to ash, ripping through armor and shadow alike. I joined her, not as a protector, but as her equal, her mate, her storm twin. For every enemy that came, ten more fell. Blood painted the stones, but we did not waver. We were cleansing this place of its lies. And then, in the final moment of clarity before chaos returned, Harry made his last, desperate command. "Kill them both!" he screamed, madness dripping from every syllable. His voice echoed through the arena like a curse, triggering the last wave of killers he had held in reserve. I looked at Samantha. She looked at me. We nodded. If this was the end, we would meet i

They must have sensed my vulnerability since their movements were rough and careless. My suitcase burst open and old clothes scattered everywhere. Among the mess, two cherished photo frames tumbled out. One held a family portrait from when Wynnie and I got engaged. The other was a photo frame of the late orphanage director who had raised me—the only person who had ever shown me kindness. However, before I could even react, Jeff, quick as a flash, stomped down. His expensive custom-made shoes shattered the fragile glass with a sharp crack.

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.

"These straws decide life and death. The short straw represents the younger son. The long straw represents the older son. If one breaks, it means that soul has been destroyed." Now the long straw that represented me had broken. Amanda quickly picked it up. Her hands were shaking. She looked helplessly at Carla and Mick. "If the straw broke, does that mean Harry's soul..." "That's impossible!" Carla immediately cut her off. Even though fear filled her heart, she desperately tried to comfort herself. "Everything has been fine for all these years. How could something suddenly..." She took a deep breath. But she couldn't finish the sentence. Standing at the doorway, Simon had seen everything. Hi

She was scalded by boiling water and locked in a room full of broken glass, her hair cut off. When Ella complained to the Alpha King, Leon ended up imprisoned for intentional injury. Once he was released, his mind was clearly fractured. He drank excessively at home, self-destructing. I recalled one late night when he called me, mumbling that he understood my feelings. During the day, he often went to a moat, searching for a ring he could never find again. The Alpha he had beaten before wasn’t defenseless. He later hired rogue wolves to disable one of Leon’s hands, leaving Leon as a crippled Alpha.

It was empty, and only the desk remained. The divorce papers were beside the old phone with my name, "Scarlett Emberlyn", signed at the bottom. "Ha! So she thinks she's grown a backbone?" His cold laugh came out strangled, while his rage flared hotter by the second. He furiously kicked the desk drawer, and the locked compartment flew open with a crack, revealing an old diary inside. He grabbed it on reflex and was ready to hurl it into the trash can, but the words on the cover made him pause. He started flipping through the entries.

"Oh? Look at you, getting smart now, huh? Even learned how to write an IOU?" "It's fine if you don't want to sign." I pointed at the balcony. "I'll jump from there right now. You won't get a single penny and will end up in a mess." Carl stared at me, as if weighing the truth behind my words. Maybe it was the cold emptiness in my eyes that finally scared him, or maybe he'd just figured out that pushing me to the edge wasn't worth more than an IOU. He sneered and grabbed a pen. "Fine, we'll divorce. But the interest is going to be what I say."

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

As the words fell, he raised a hand to signal his bodyguards to seize me, and several muzzles edged a step closer, trained on my skull. Karina stood to the side, satisfaction written on her face. Eli stood at the door of the box across the way, an indescribable panic churning in his eyes. My hand tightened slightly around the gun, and just as I made to raise it and strike back, every light in the entire castle went out at once. Only a single cold-white spotlight above the auction stage rose slowly to life, falling on the main entrance to the hall. A tall, upright silhouette walked in at an unhurried pace.

he retorted, turning on his heel and striding out. "I'll never come back!" I said loud enough for him to hear. The door slams behind him. I walk back to the bed, to sit, sobs wracking my body. That's his final straw, I promise myself through the pain.