Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone Book Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

I find it strange that there are no notes or marked pages. I pick up the second book and am surprised that there are notes, but not in my hand. The handwriting is that of a man and seems old. Curiously, I follow the directions for the hand motions and see a pink smoke illuminating from my hand. Concentrating on a medical terminology book on a shelf, I call it to me, then stop it before it reaches me. “Page 75,” the book opens to the page, and I hear the words in my head. “Stop,” I say, then, “Page 283.” The pages turn, and then I hear the words again. “Stop, go back.” The book goes back to its place on the shelf. My attention then goes back to the spell book. Everything is handwritten and it

Even if the best case scenario was I remain the same, at least I might be able to center myself long enough to not have my magic explode out of me like some kind of cannon. I set the book down on the coffee table before taking my seat on the floor in front of it. The first few pages are introductions to the author and whatever other nonsense I immediately bypass. I don't need to read through twenty pages of some author—whose more than likely dead by now—droning on about the importance of magic balance and blah blah. Flipping to somewhere in the middle,I immediately saw a diagram of a pentagram. "Ohhh…" I mumble to myself and trace my finger over it.

Don't push yourself if you can't, she said. "I understand," I replied. "Now, let's begin," my guardian said, opening the book to the first chapter. "The first spell you'll learn is for divination. It will allow you to see into the future and gain insight into the events that are yet to come." Really… is that possible my mouth was left hanging open

He stood up straight with the books secured under his sweaty armpits and spread a crumpled, extra large map that looked like it had been picked out of a waste bin, as he bent his head over, with eyes searching for where his Geography class was being held. “Having trouble?” Harold's breath ceased, his throats went drier than the Sahara in less than three seconds, and he felt his stomach squeeze gently on one side as he turned round to see who had spoken. A girl, with hair darker than a squid's ink, skin as uncouth as decaying cheese and thick-rimmed spectacles hugging her thin face, stood on the left side of the hallway comfortable in her skin with a feeling of content swelling from her. A t

With the aid of my thumb and my index fingers, I picked out the book, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I walked to the windows and parted both curtains sideways, giving up space for sunlight and fresh air. I plopped onto my bed, my back against the ceiling and I placed my elbows on a pillow and the book in front of my face, just in place for a nice time with myself and the author. As I read through lines, my eyes brightened with delight and my mind wandered far away into the world of fantasy. I After I was done with the first page, I flipped to the second when I heard a tingling sound in the kitchen. It sounded like heavy kitchen equipment like a stainless steel bowl had hit the gro

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

“What’s the first class?” “Foundational Arcane Theory. It’s for all first-years,” she replied, not looking up from her journal. “Professor Albright teaches it. He’s… thorough.” I nodded, grabbing the simple black uniform that had been left for me on a chair. It was similar to the leather outfit Faustina had given me, but made of a softer, more practical fabric. As I dressed, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. Foundational Arcane Theory. How was I supposed to get through a magic class when I couldn’t even light a candle with my mind anymore?

I felt an urge to start browsing the library again and after looking at the many books, one stood out the most titled 'the celestial stone, ' I opened up the books and went and sat back on the bean bag chair flipping the first page and it was all about the introduction and who the celestial stone was I fliped the second page and it talked about how she's born every after five hundred years. I got immense in the knowledged and learnt a lot about myself. It turns out, I don't need to train in order to grow my powers but I just need to focus on the object I want and I would be good to go. I got so immersed in the book that I lost track of time until ---- "Victoria!" I heard someone calling my

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

Erik, then, continued. "So, Mr. Potter, can you, please, tell us in your words what happened that took your friends and you into that little adventure?" Erik then waited patiently for the boy to start his tale. Mr. Potter managed to calm down, then took a deep breath and asked. "From the beginning?" "From the beginning." Erik replied to the boy, who took another deep breath and started to talk. "It all started a week before my eleventh birthday…" ((insert here the narrative of the book 'Larry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' from chapter 3, until after his talk with Dumbledore in the infirmary))