Harry Potter Book Teeth Novels & Stories

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.

I held my bag, staring at the clock, of course I could always just leave school and disappear, focus on more important things I should be doing rather than this, I just had to exercise patience. I brought out my book from my bag, and my pen, silently scribbling in it, but it wasn't a textbook, the leather-bound purple cover of my grimiore with a triqueta insignia on the cover stared back at me, worn and familiar. I exhaled slowly, calming the pulse of magic humming beneath my skin, my pen moved on instinct, sketching the triquetra along the margins. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ruth stared at her present, speechless. "Also, there's more! It can grow its hair and change them to red, black or green in color. Its teeth can change to black as well. Look, auntie, I just pressed on it and the skeleton dummy's hair became red, the teeth are red, too. Look at it, Aunt Ruth, it's really pretty," the little chatterbox explained.

Not a while she joined him when she sounded so stupid now. "We still have to watch your stupid harry potter and all the those useless crap pointers." he said later while Daeira was woken up from being mesmerized by how good he looked in a happy face. ***

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.

Another hand was raised in a second. “Go on,” Prof Odessa nudged. “Spell books are heavy to carry around. Does that mean they have to take it everywhere to do magic?” “Well,” Prof Odessa cleared her throat, closing her teaching box with everything she had brought out earlier completely in. “Due to advanced magic, you could shrink a spell book and turn it into a metal necklace.” My memory went back to that night with Kamari. She had touched that small silver book necklace around her neck before she pushed the table towards me. Was she perhaps a siphon? The other girl who had blocked my view of Kai had that exact necklace too, the black-colored version.

Akira who was still trying to catch her breath raised her index finger, she caught her breath and replied, “that spell did not only reveal things about me.” The next bend they took brought them to the reading table where they met rune who was already seated with a large volume of books piled up before him in threes and fives. He was not happy with what he was seeing, “where's the books you went to get?” He asked. “Here…” Orion answered as he tossed the copy of Harry Potter he held to Rune. “theres no way that you're serious about this, a children's book?” He asked. “A children's book that is loved by adults….”

Harry looks over my shoulder at him, "They get eaten by night goblins." Toby is at the tender age of four, and he believes in anything and everything. His eyes turn as round as saucers, lower lips trembling, "Night goblins?" Harry nods seriously, "Nasty little creatures. They like to chew your toes like candy. But they only think little boys who lie taste like candy." I elbow my younger brother, muttering, "Stop giving him nightmares." Toby immediately buries his face in my shoulder, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I ate the candy! I don't want the night goblins to eat my toes!"

“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.

“Do you have the spell book?” Hazel nodded and reached for the spell book lying on the floor. She handed it to Halle, who snatched it from her hands and immediately flipped through the pages. The room was dead silent as Halle searched the book, her eyes scanning the ancient text until she paused. Her brow furrowed, and then her expression darkened. “The page…” Halle’s voice was low, laced with fury. “It’s been torn out.” “What?” Hazel leaned closer, her eyes widening as she saw that the page with the spell she had cast was indeed missing and ripped clean from the book.