Harry Potter And The Flying Car Novels & Stories

“You will stay there, until you're stable.” “Stable?” I repeated, while frowning. “I’m not sick,” He didn't say anything, he kept on going. I had no choice than to follow him out, I had nowhere to go, and I can't stay in a place filled with weird creatures. As we reached the door, the door opened automatically. The car itself was absolutely breathtaking, it was transparent but solid, just like a crystal. When I stepped inside the seat molded perfectly to my body. Then, the car rose from the ground without a single sound, my eyes widened as the academy building shrank between us. And, the city was glowing underneath a silver blue sky, the buildings were floating as we moved.

I would hate to be tied here longer than I need to. Across the empty hall, double doors stood high and proud, made of brass that had intricate designs and carvings embedded into it; I saw a man and a woman in questionable positions, so raw I had to look away to stop the blush that was spreading all the way to the back of my neck. A great raven was in flight cawing down as some men burned in a fire. I saw majestic horses and men riding them, descending from the sky and in the chaos beneath their hooves. The carvings told a story; one I had no time to decipher because Wrath threw open the door and all the chatter behind it ceased.

The flowers grew out of the soil into a large clearing with many village houses. She was amazed by how different and beautiful everything was. But then she noticed that there was something strange about the whole picture. "Hey, look ahead!" Pawn Clara cued Bishop Eloise to see something flying in front of her. Another Pecan-Zorro-yew was flying through the clouds on his way out of town. Between clouds and winds, it looked like a flying pumpkin. Not exactly an orange pumpkin, but the one which is transformed into a Cinderella carriage led by horses.

Meanwhile, Audrey felt at a loss of what to do when she saw how the reaction of Sabel and her cat Nero, matched and so to save herself from this awkwardness she looked outside of the window and said "Let's get going!" One by one, the carriages lined the street in long succession. These beautiful carriages blinded the eyes of the observer with their extravagance as they paraded it outside the gate and as though they were afraid that someone might miss how wealthy they were, they decorated their carriages with colorful gems that came with all sizes. Each of the carriages was also attached to a magical flying beast. These beasts have a body of an eagle in its front and a hind half of a horse, c

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

'' shouted Harry and immediately took the car keys. ''Dad, just use the motorbike, the roads are jammed…'' said Fanny. ''But, it's Sunday.'' ''Anticipate Dad…'' Fanny said with a suppressed voice. ''You're right, Aefar, I'm coming with you,'' said Harry. ''Um,'' nodded Aefar. Fanny stayed at home with the Wolf duo, while the men, all living on their motorbikes, went hand in hand. Harry was the only one who hitched a ride on Aefar because he hadn't ridden a motorbike in a long time.

I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look. Back in my world, we only use carriages. The only ones that are permitted to run them are those who have the magic of speed. Hence, the horse will be rendered power and strength. That makes the transportation more convenient. It’s quick and easy, but I haven’t realized that until I came here. The truth, those who need to ride carriages are already considered unlucky, since they’re the ones who weren’t given enough knowledge to learn more about magic. Because all of us, with enough guidance, can be taught how to fly.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

And when you say him, you say you know exactly who this person is? "Yes, we do know who is using the Book of Spells." "Who is…" Just then, from out of nowhere, one very terrified woman comes running up to the car and furiously starts pounding against the window. Behind her is a creature that I have not seen in over a hundred years; I am aware of their existence. He is clearly chasing her for the very thing he craves the most. I never was quite sure if they were living around these parts of London. So before my poor beloved is scared beyond belief, Edward brings the car alive and slam the pedal to the floor; we off to a roaring start towards the safety of our home.

My eyes widened as I walked to him. “I got rid of the Maybach and the driver…” “What is this?” I cut him off as I pointed to the car standing just a few steps from him. “A car,” he said, like he was confused. I rolled my eyes and bit the inside of my mouth. “I thought it was some kind of UFO.” I pointed to it again. “Where did you get this?” There was nothing wrong with sedans, but they didn’t fit the persona of something the Harrington heir would ever drive.