Harry Potter Book Nine Novels & Stories

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ZADOK'S POV I was lost in a bottle, my phone face down on the coffee table, when it started buzzing in a circle. I picked it up expecting another email from work, that was mostly the only kind of notification I had been getting on my phone since... "Whitmore Heiress Suffers Psychotic Breakdown at the Altar." My glass paused halfway to my mouth as I digested the headline. It could have been any Whitmore and it was really none of my business. I was just about to toss my phone aside when my eyes fell on the image beneath the headline.

The heavy textbooks slipped from my grip, crashing to the carpeted floor with a loud, echoing thud. ​The voices in the alcove instantly went dead silent. ​I bent down frantically, my eyes stinging with hot, burning tears of pure shame as I tried to gather the books. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted to run back to the empty loft and never show my face on this campus again. ​Suddenly, another pair of hands reached down into the dim light of the aisle, steadily picking up the heaviest volume before I could reach it. ​I looked up through a blur of tears.

"The First Wolf said pure intentions are required to enter this cave. Liesel's intentions are anything but pure. She can't come here. She can't claim his power. But she can destroy everything else." They left the cave quickly, the ancient magic shimmering behind them as the entrance sealed itself with stone. By the time they reached the forest floor, the sun was rising, painting the Black Forest in shades of gold and amber. It should have been beautiful. But Elif could not enjoy it. Her mind was already racing ahead, planning, calculating, worrying.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

’ thought Darryl optimistically. Just when he was about to leave, he noticed that one of the tiles on the floor is different from the rest. He knocked on it—clearly hollowed out. He lifted the tile, and to his surprise, he saw a brown paper wrapping around something. He uncovered the item and was shocked to find a secret manual. On the cover of the manual wrote: Ascension of the Nine Dragons. ‘F*ck, what book is this? The title sounds impressive’ thought Darryl.

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

"Didn't you see my message earlier? The words I said still stand." "I saw it," I replied, a little puzzled. Hayden froze, a flicker of panic flashing across his eyes. His face tightened, anxiety creeping into his expression. "Then, why are you still..." I couldn't help laughing. "Hayden, didn't you purposely take the supreme blessing fortune stick away, saying only Selena could draw it? And now... what is this? Do you regret it? Or are you just bored that I'm not chasing you anymore and want to play with me some more?"