Harry Potter And The Tumbling Towers の小説・ストーリー

Pulling the sixth book, I hear the wall click to the left of me. I take my time, walking slowly down the spiral staircase. It’s so incredibly dark at first, but as you grow nearer to the bottom, a natural light breaks through the darkness. The magic in my body can feel the change in atmosphere. It’s like a living thing, snaking through my body. Coming alive as we walk into the one space that is safe.

He hoped it was not permanent. Leighton ran out of vials and began to use magic, the spark of it like the fizzle of magnesium as he held one hand before him to repel the spells thrown his way back on the witch who cast it. The effect was dramatic, with witches collapsing left and right of him. Another of the shelf towers collapsed beneath Ember and Toby’s combined efforts, and Toby crowed proud of his efforts just before he jerked as a spell hit him, and he plummeted to the ground, unconscious, hitting the bitumen with enough force that Samuel winced.

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

Evident that Tilla was not likely to retreat without a fight, the two guards glanced at each other in a moment of silent deliberation, before finally moving aside. Holding her chin high in a manner that was befitting of a daughter of the Phynia Thorne, Tilla slid past the sentries that had allowed her entry into the round central chamber of the tower. Not bothering to look back at the guards as she took a firm stance upon the gilded metal platform in the center of the chamber. The dense disc engraved with a desert rose that had entangled itself vehemently around an enraged eagle, quivering beneath her feet. Tilla felt it eventually lurch from the ground and carry her up the tall central shaf

I chanted fiercely with her hands stretched out, I needed this spell to work flawlessly my child’s life depended on it, at first it seemed like the effort I was putting in was not enough, with tears in my eyes, I tried to concentrate, I knew this was the only way, the wind blew across the woods intensely carrying dead leaves from trees and tree branches, the wind blew in a circular like motion, once again my eyes changed colors from blue to gold but this time it lasted a while longer, the basket began to float on water like a well constructed canon but with super engines as it swiftly went out sight in less than no time, this spell weakened me so much I fell to her knees weakened by the spel

The tower began to collapse, but something was unusual. Instead of collapsing straight down, it seemed to crumble in a spiraling pattern as if being pulled into the depths below. The ground beneath it cracked open, revealing a swirling vortex of dark energy. "What is that?" Hazel exclaimed, her voice barely audible amidst the commotion. "It's some sort of portal," I gasped, my eyes widening in both awe and terror. "Markus must have used his dark magic to create it."

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

And she had to admit that that ten seconds almost took her life. Taking a deep breath, she patted the dirt off her skirt and went out to the challenger’s clone with a morbid expression. Z was yet again acquainted with the short, squat tower topped by a wide gently sloping octagonal roof. But unlike the first time she’d seen it two months ago, the headmaster’s quarter had a doorway. As far as her memory could go, it’s supposed to be a doorless room until the headmaster decided to open it. And even then, the door would close right after they walked past it.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”