Harry Potter Book Drawings Novels & Stories

"I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind." "And when I opened the filthy, cracked book, I came across the most interesting drawing on the inner cover: a human with horns protruding from its head, glowing eyes, and claws. The caption to thi

If someone else said it, it might seem clichéd, but coming from him, it worked. Harvey approached Maisie with her book in his hands. She was surprised when he showed her his drawing book. The drawings were beautiful, with muted colors and smooth touches—exactly her preferred style. "I've read your book," he said. "I designed these scenes following your book. What do you think? I can make edits if needed." Lily added, "I also contacted another illustrator, Toph Hamerton, from Centrolis. He did a test drawing for a few chapters. You can compare to see which one you prefer."

Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile "Huekkk....!" Kirey pretended to vomit when she heard those words. She then looked at Lis who just chuckle not like looking at her who pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, this time Harry seemed to be holding something in his body. He just looked at Kirey and told the girl to be quiet. After the book Harry had brought with him had been inputted, Harry left his card there. "This is your finished book, don't be late to return it, and don't tell others that I gave you special privileges!" Lis held Harry's hand again as she handed him the book. But Harry immediately took the book and ran wildly from the library.

The sorcerer said freely but when he raised his head Declan was no longer there. He stared at the entrance and blinked his gray lashes. "He couldn't even say Thanks, that rude brat" He scoffed and faced his book. He was reading it but the pages of his book was blank. A drawing suddenly showed up and he blinked severally. A drawing of the moon, DESTROYED. "What is this" He stood. He walked towards the table in the room and placed the book on it. He closed his eyes raising his hands. And a few seconds later he opened them back, but they were pure white this time.

“Yeah, we are almost —” “What's this?!” Trisha exclaimed, cutting Harold off with her excitement-filled voice. The feeble beam from her flashlight shone on the walls of the cave and on it were inscriptions of some sort! “Step back,” Harold ordered as he shone his much brighter light at the wall. The three lurched to the other end of the wall and were able to see what was on the wall better. There were drawings—in red (which Wilkes suspected was blood) and black. The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon.

“For example, your ‘heal’ spell is level 1—“ Armadale flipped the page and showed the first spell that Jeremiah recorded in that book, “you can see how simple this diagram is, right? It's only in a shape of a heart, but if you compare it to the purify spell—“ the book flipped open automatically to the ninth page, “you can see that the purification spell diagram is really complex, it's not only a leaf drawn there but also some ornamentation drawn around the leaf, right?” Jeremiah hazel's eyes squinted as he compared the diagram carefully; he flipped the first page and the ninth page several times until he could fully understand Armadale’s explanation. “I see, so instead of writing it down, yo

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

I began to hear whispers. “He doesn’t,” I heard another. “He’s only pitying the poor thing. A handsome person like him could never fall for someone as ugly as her.” Hurt by their words, I immediately walked from the cafeteria, fighting back tears. Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, stopped me in the hallway. She wanted me to help her after school to organize some books.

His Grandpa gestured at what he said and stroked his head once more. Harry additionally cheerfully showed his attracting to his dad when he went into the library room. He saw his bustling perusing archives while smoking, he gradually moved toward him and gave over the made drawing. "That's what is?" her dad asked, scowling. "My drawing Dad." And he gave his Dad the paper. He took a gander at it; it was a family clasping hands while strolling through the park. He promptly folded Harry's paper with his drawing and tossed it at him.

(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.