Harry Potter Book Chest Novels & Stories

'How long have you been here and how did you know I'd come here? 'We know, there would come a time when you will want answers and it isn't as though this is the first time you are coming here!' he said. 'Please be seated', he said waving her to a seat. Alexa did not feel inclined to seat. She looked around her for the first time. Really looked around and found objects - funny objects, a crustal ball on a table in the middle of the room, some old books on a shelf and lots of bottles, which she assumed contained potions of various kinds as expected of witches ... and wizards of the one before her is to be considered.

Step by step, I moved deeper in. The tunnel narrowed, then suddenly opened up into a massive chamber. I paused at the threshold, blinking at the unexpected sight. The space was wide, almost circular, with a strange, humming silence that pressed against my ears. In the center stood something that didn’t fit. A book pedestal. Stone. Ancient-looking. I moved toward it, drawn to the object resting atop it like it belonged to someone very, very dangerous. The book was bound in black leather, worn and cracked. A single horn—no, two—were carved on the front, protruding slightly like twisted bone. It didn’t have a title. No markings except those horns.

At his back, Imuthis cheering him with a grin in his face. (I'll seriously slaughter you if something happens!) Reaching the middle of the dark cavern, the chest at the top of the table pillar is in his very front. The Chest is slightly clean, maybe the cleanest he has ever seen since he fell in that hole. Slowly stretching his right hand to the metal chest his hand slowly opens the silver chest. He tries to open it however it didn't budge. (Huh? This is weird. Hey, what are your thoughts about this?)

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

Heart racing, she yanked the rug aside and uncovered a small wooden door. She knelt down and opened the wooden door and her gaze fell on a carved chest buried. Heart hammering, she dragged it out. The latch unclicked beneath her fingers. Inside the chest lay a tome. Its cover pulsed faintly with golden runes, the words Book of Spells glowing as if alive. Arielle’s lips parted in awe. “This is it.” She tried to open it, but it was locked by some unseen powers. Forces. She dared not to press further.

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

I said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

She nodded and peered into the chest again. "Is that all the chest holds? Is there nothing else in the chest?" She asked me and I shook my head. My hand went into the chest again and I rummaged through. There was nothing in it again. "There is nothing in it again. Let us leave." I muttered. I was standing on my feet and I helped her stand on her feet too. She was holding the book and clutching it to her chest while I was holding the wand... the chest did not get shut as it had come open on its own and that was the last thing to bother me. Of course, it would come close on its own as it had come open.

Chocolate runs over to her and she pets him. "Come sit," she says and I take the plant over to her. I cautiously sit down in front of her and cross my legs. "There is a place in Chicago that sells spell books, relics, and ingredients for potions. I went there yesterday when you were at school." "Okay, so what's with giving me the dead plant?" "Oh I want you to bring that back to life," she says nonchalantly and Chocolate springs up from her lap and runs away.

Grabbing some cheese and lunch meat and tossed it to Chester. Thomas popped open the bottle of beer as he made his way toward his desk. He flopped into his chair in exhaustion as he scanned his desk. Thomas had books of magic, old and new. He had old charms from his grandmother and two major pieces that came from his mother’s collection that was set up in his bookcase.