Harry Potter Book Nine Novels & Stories

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

" I'm just trying to tell you this bland brain diet that this talisman can listen to you when it's not with me" " How?"Hope roll her eyes dropping the talisman into her palm. "Whenever you use it you'll say "Nine times nine lives hath lived the cat. And ninety night are nine by ten Nine ounces from nine pounds of fat Nine times hath pecked the Dorking hen So nine time nine I'll call to thee Ninth of those nine,come thou to me" " What's that gibberish?is it a spell?" " Yes, it's a spell and when you recite this thrice a blue hovel,I mean a big round cave like hole will appear then you need to step into it the minute you do you're going to be anywhere i am"

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

"Time to come home." **END OF CHAPTER NINE**

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Sylara's POV I was locked in the Reflection Chamber, and my allergic reaction grew increasingly severe. I was just on the verge of collapsing when something suddenly stirred on the floor in the corner of the chamber, and a few stone slabs were slowly pried open from underneath, exposing a dark, pitch-black hole. Wren crawled out from the opening. She was covered in dust as she held a small porcelain vial tightly in her hand. She rushed to my side, supported my weak body, and frantically twisted open the cap of the vial.

It was frighteningly tempting. I twisted off the cap and poured the pills into my hand, swallowing them dry, along with the lingering metallic taste of blood in my mouth. My throat burned as I forced them down, but an odd, unsettling calm spread through my chest. I slid down to the floor and pressed my back against the cold cabinet. I didn't know how long I had been sitting there when the door finally opened. Dad stood in the doorway with an empty glass in his hand. He had probably come for water, but the moment he saw me, he forgot all about it.

Chapter 9: "Careful, there," a low, deep voice rumbled above me and the boy straightened up so I could finally see something more than just hair. He was holding up all of the books that were about to land on my head with an amused smile - but most importantly, he had the most beautiful pair of intense gray eyes. He held my gaze for a fleeting moment then proceeded to place the books back onto the shelf, all except for the Harry Potter book. He chuckled, "I think this is what you risked your head for," and handed me the precious book.

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.