Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Harry Potter 6 の小説・ストーリー

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

Third Person Point Of View: The prince stayed beside his princess’s bed for nights. She was yet to wake up, the doctors have said that she still needed to heal after everything that had happened to her. The prince was unaware that his love would not remember him, he was not aware that all she remembered of him was his brown eyes, and even the peace the princess tried finding in those brown eyes, were now close to nonexistent as she couldn’t see herself having any peace after what the king had done to her.

Yes her father was the king, but her mother was thought to be a low-born concubine who her father had taken, not at all being aware that she was actually a witch. Dora inherited her red vampiric eyes from her father but unknown to anyone else but her contact in the kingdom of Elfina, she could also use magic even if the capacity was somewhat little. “I need to protect myself. How else am I going to make sure that the Kingdom of Blodinek falls,” Dora thought already dreaming of ruling it in accordance with the deal she made with Elfina. Her half-brothers would be killed off, and Dora couldn’t wait. She had no sort of affection for anyone within the walls.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

It acted as camouflage also a means to attract the insider's attention. Ten minutes later, the young boy with a battered body dragged his soulless self. His eyes warily scanned his surroundings and seemed to spot the conspicuous healing potion's bottle. The prince fiddled with the bottle and contemplated something as his brows furrowed. Due to his hideous appearance and coupled up with his bruised face, Sixth cannot guess the prince's emotion. Later, the boy went inside with the bottle tightly gripped within his palm.

I smiled at him, the grin wicked and stretched across my face. “Too late Prince.” I lashed my energy towards him, sparks filling the air as it cracked across the room like a whip. It wouldn’t be enough to kill him like I did his guard, but enough to hurt, and that’s all I wanted right now. I needed blood. I watched as lighting hit him in the center of his chest, and sent him flying against the wall. He slammed into the surface, crumpling to the ground. I sucked in heavy breaths, exhausted from over extending my magic. I could feel my skin crawling, heating up from the overload like an overcharged battery. I leaned back to close my eyes for a second, when a loud cough sounded through the room

The one in front spoke, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I was afraid they could hear it. The warrior lifted his hand and immediately, servants entered behind them carrying large wooden chests. “These are gifts sent by Prince Draven for his bride.” He said. My eyes widened as they lifted the lids. Lisa gasped, even mother took a step back. Inside the chests were bars of gold, jewels, rubies the size of eggs, strings of flawless black pearls, and golden artifacts that looked older than our entire kingdom. Everything practically screamed how wealthy and powerful their master was. But it didn't feel like a beautiful gesture.