Harry Potter And The Flying Car Novels & Stories

The carriage loomed ahead like a relic from a storybook—sleek and metallic, with intricate engravings glowing faintly in the early morning light. Its structure was unlike anything I had ever seen. No horses were tethered to it, yet it rested firmly on the ground, humming faintly with energy. “This is your ride?” I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief. “You’ve never seen magic engineering before?” Lydia asked, an amused glint in her eyes. “Not like this.” My gaze traced the gleaming lines along the carriage, the faint blue aura emanating from its underside. “It moves without horses?”

The animals began to struggle without getting out of place, their wings beat as if they were confined in an invisible box. I stared at my friend and saw her nose dripping with blood, her white eyes flickering and the magic seemed to lose strength, as some of the crows began to flee. "She can’t take it!" I yelled at the two of them quietly in the front seat. " Alice arrives! You’ll die if you keep this up." The noise of something heavy jumping over the car made me scream, but I was the only one, they seemed to know what was about to happen. Flora stood on top of the car and jumped, picking up momentum to capture the ravens confined in Alice’s magic.

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

While I waited for Draco to show up, I busied myself with checking out the fleet of cars in my underground garage. "My collection has gotten boring." I muttered to myself. It was time to get rid of these cars and get new ones. Might as well also get a new chopper while at it. "You look unimpressed." Draco's voice behind me drew me out of my contemplation. I turned to see a wide grin on his face as he approached me from the door. "I am unimpressed. I need new cars. And a new chopper too." He snorted and gestured to the fleet before us. "You've hardly ridden in half of them. And how will you fly a chopper when you're supposed to be the poor husband of a rich heiress?"

Alpha Harry pounced on Lord Potter, but he flipped him over, pushing him with a large amount of force into a tree that snapped a lot of branches, shattering the windscreen of the cars parked around it. “Don’t fucking test me, Alpha Harry...” Lord Potter growled, stretching out his arms, revealing how sharp his claws were. Alpha Harry smirked as he jumped on a car before twisting his opponent’s mind, making it look like he was going to attack from the left, but instead he attacked from the right, and Lord Potter didn’t see it coming. Alpha Harry clawed his face with his right hand and dragged himself by his feet. He turned Lord Potter over his head and threw him back into the same tree behind

Kai handed a document over to Harry respectfully. Harry took it and casually flipped through it. The surveillance camera had only captured a blurry and vague image of the car passing by at the foot of Mount Zen, but the totem of a pair of phoenixes on the car which glowed in the dark was extremely conspicuous. “Heh.” Harry let out a laugh. This laugh was filled with inexplicable coldness, with indistinguishable joy and anger, and it was oppressing. “So, it turns out to be the Harlowe family from the capital city.”