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

he pushes it towards me, “It’s merely a book. I want you to open it to a page, any page, and see what you notice.” I give him an uncertain sideways glance before squeezing my eyes shut as I blindly flip through the pages of the book. After a few seconds, I stop, my finger hovering over a page about halfway through. Opening my eyes a crack, I watch as Gideon tilts his head to get a better view of the page. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “Of all the pages in this book, you turn to that one.” I open my eyes the rest of the way and look down. There is a picture of a person sitting in a ring of crystals. I don’t even need to read the title at the top to know what it says.

His brown hair fell into his face, and for a moment I imagined the black-and-red vision from my dream—the twisted version of him, one I desperately hoped wasn’t inevitable. Snow knocked on the wooden door, her knuckles rapping with a deliberate rhythm that seemed almost ceremonial. The sound echoed through the trees, bouncing back at us like a drumbeat of fate. The air was heavy with anticipation, and even the forest seemed to hold its breath. The door creaked open, revealing a figure hunched over a cluttered desk, ink-stained hands moving over a massive tome. Candlelight flickered across the room, casting long shadows that danced along the stone walls. He—or rather, the First Wizard—didn’t

“But what they feared most… was never lost. It only slept.” The candlelight dimmed to a cold blue as her fingers traced the faded ink. Symbols began to glow faintly upon the parchment — words not written but summoned. The air trembled, and then— —the chamber dissolved. --- The world shifted. Stone turned to sand, and the hum of magic grew into a roar. The air was dry, thick with incense and fire. Beneath a crimson sky, three colossal pyramids rose from the desert, their tips burning with a black flame.

Should I start from before me or after my birth? I closed my eyes, letting the pulsing of the rune lead me, my fingers brushing on the dusty shelf as I moved. Suddenly the pulsing felt stronger than before as I stood in front of a shelf. Black Stone Coven. Robin had mentioned them. I grabbed the book, the weight almost crumbling in my hand. I didn't get to move far, I just settled by the shelf, opening the first page. It wasn’t what I needed, even when I didn’t know what I needed, that way I kept on reading hoping that I would find something, anything that would tell me more.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

"The First Wolf said pure intentions are required to enter this cave. Liesel's intentions are anything but pure. She can't come here. She can't claim his power. But she can destroy everything else." They left the cave quickly, the ancient magic shimmering behind them as the entrance sealed itself with stone. By the time they reached the forest floor, the sun was rising, painting the Black Forest in shades of gold and amber. It should have been beautiful. But Elif could not enjoy it. Her mind was already racing ahead, planning, calculating, worrying.

Seraphine gasped, her breath hitching as the world around her shattered like fragile glass. Brilliant light poured from her eyes, searing and blinding. Her lungs clawed for air, and the vision, vivid and chaotic, tore itself from her mind in a tempest of heat and static, leaving her gasping in the dim, shadowy hall of the Headmaster’s chamber. She stumbled back, nearly losing her footing. The cold floor pulsed beneath her palms, humming softly with the remnants of magic that lingered in the air, a tangible echo of what she had just experienced.

They may be punctuation errors and other minor grammar errors in the book but be assured that the author is working hard to correct them (please note in the comments section if you find any, to help the author correct it immediately). The number of coins used to unlock locked chapters is not constant, this is because the number of words each chapter contains vary as well. The number of words a chapter has depends on the plots and scenes that are needed in the chapter. A chapter may have as little as 900 words or as high as 4000+ words, so they are locked with very few coins or relatively many coins. Lastly, do note that this is not a horror book, but they are traces of horror in it (dependin

to have the chance to hug the father she lost so long ago. “In this first chapter of the diary, you’ll only spend time with me. You can ask me anything and I’ll also ask you questions, to see what your level of knowledge is, and to guide you to the destination that any young wizard must reach: true knowledge. We can talk about anything.” The girl thought a little, then asked: “How do I manage to see you, hear you and feel you ... and everything seems so true?”

"Fine. But don't think for one second I buy on all this good girl facade. I know who you are and I'm not going to fall for it." Fall for what? Evy has a hard time wrapping her head around what she said. "I still need to teach you so open your book and I want you to read the whole page from chapters 1 - 10 and then we'll begin our lecture. I don't want any complaints. I'll answer questions during my lecture." Santina proceeds to stand up and leave her alone in the room by herself. Evy read the title of the book. 'Theoretical Basis for Spellcasting' written by Herald the Grey.