Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone Book Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

Only the stone remained. "It's over." --- End of Chapter 179

My mind is not at rest , knowing that Rosemary is alone and is cold. After excusing myself , I walk through the maze like garden. It place is truly magnificent – the flowers , the white stones that are decorated on each pathways , the little lamps that outline the pathways for people at night ; it is imply amazing. I make my way to the water fountain , to find that she is no longer there. Though the palace is safe , I can not help but get a bad feeling. Something catches my eyes , droplets of blood painted onto the white stones. I follow the droplets till my eyes lay on a frightful sight.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

"My little Stefan, you are such a clever boy. Thank you, I think I will just do that." Before I burst out in tears, I follow Edward outside. The very hole that we stood over with the Windchaser boys where we burned the bodies of the Ancients is the same hole where Edward tosses every single page of the Book of Spells. It only takes him one flick of his hand, and it is set alight. We stand and watch as every corner of every page is burned to asses.

Tom recited along with his recollections as he immediately opened his eyes wide. "The book. Fighting against itself and having its own consciousness, it's time to dig! ' He immediately started ravaging through the book seeing other mysterious drafts and out-of-the-normal sketches of some unpopular places before he returned to page fifty-five. He started reading, what he was reading on that page wasn't what he read on that same page yesterday, instead he was seeing a whole different print. Chapter Six The Plan "You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to mislead… "

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

"Huh? How did you know that?" "Instinct," he replied casually. #to be continued in Chapter 21.2 - Bloody Grail