Harry Potter Argus Filch Novels & Stories

she murmured to her massive war-beast, who snorted from his stall. She walked down the row, checking the latches. She reached the end, near the rear exit. She stopped. A scent hit her. Blood. And something… bitter. Like acrid herbs. Philia frowned. She moved silently to the last stall. There was a bundle of rags on the floor. No, not rags. A person. Philia kicked the door open. "Get up," she commanded. The figure didn't move. Philia stepped closer. She recognized the brown servant's dress. She recognized the dark hair.

The fact that Philip forced him to bow to that insignificant fly made him want to kill them. No matter how much both of them wanted to destroy something, Phil tried as much as he could to make Coal see reason. They had to wait. Coal wanted to roar again but before he could, they heard a howl that Phil would recognise anywhere even without being told who it was. He knew that voice. His heart knew. "That's Star. Did Hari come looking for us?" Phil asked Coal and using magic, he warped space and within seconds, he found himself before Hari.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

When he doesn't want to answer the questions of the people there or every time they just want to do it, they will intentionally let him fall on the tank that has full of wolfsbane. "Aren't you not going to speak? You're not mute so why aren't you talking? Would you really rather just die?" ‘How I loved that idea. Only if I could die.' That thought ran through Hawthorne's mind a lot of times. But looks like he will just disappoint them. He only looked up when he smelled and felt the familiar presence of the man there. The man he had also been waiting for a few days to appear finally show himself to him. "I'll take care of everything now," Argus ordered the people there and they immediately ob

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

There and then, she knew that a new bond had been formed. •• For non-potterheads, Fluffy is a three-headed dog that guards the trap door leading to the sorcerer's stone. And if you've only watched the movies and haven't either of the books, WYD?🙄😒 If you have neither read nor watched the HP Movies, we can't be friends 😒 Anyway, back to the new ship 😈 Musnoor, Limnoor, Limhud? 😂 Tables are about to be shooked, 😈 who's ready?

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

All of them within range had felt the magic, and the feeling of it was written across their faces in different combinations of the same essential ingredients, unease, fascination, the particular wariness of people who have just encountered something they do not have a category for. A werewolf with magic. I understood the reaction. I had spent long enough being the thing people didn’t have a category for to recognize it on sight. “Perhaps Lady Sage would prefer somewhere private.” Argos materialized at my right side with the timing of someone who had been watching carefully and had chosen his moment well. He was good at that, appearing when he was needed without making his watching visible. I

There is another mission. Sebastian joined the same team on the fight. As the time passes, his observation has helped those troops fighting against Hodor’s forces. They are fighting the same kind of monsters and the job is losing its excitement. What they are only doing is controlling and securing those who are weak from the monsters that could do them harm. “Tell me,” Argus called for his attention. He walks with one hand on his pocket and the other hand is holding the handle of the sword while it lays on top of his shoulder.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.