Harry Potter Booklist Novels & Stories

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

I have caught you and now you cannot get away, you will suffer just as I have. Suddenly Flavius's voice calls from the other room. "Ellie come here, I think I've found somethin,” he says. I rush out and meet Flavius and Daniel in the front room. They are standing shoulder to shoulder; Flavius is holding a small leather-bound journal in his hands. The journal is beaten and torn from what I can only assume is from years of use. "What have you found?" I question, walking closer. "It’s the commander's journals, there are forty-eight of them, some dating all the way back to when he was a child," Daniel says.

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

I said, holding her wrist so that I could assist her and prevent her from tripping, but she forcefully tugged her hands out of my grasp, making the contents of her purse spill out onto the floor. The items were scattered all around, making the floor look messy. Alexa bent down and clumsily began to gather the items on the floor. I followed suit and began to help her gather the items, but she glared at me. “What do you want? You didn't give candy, and now you want to take my things from me,” she said, sulking. I laughed at her drunken words. Did she know what candy she was talking about? I ignored her and saw a book that seemed to have skidded off and was lying further away from the scattered

Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series. “Ivan Carlos,” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the name of the author. There was something about it that intrigued me. I glanced back at the shelf and realized I was in the section where most of Ivan Carlos’s books were displayed. I grabbed another one, this one with a blue and brown paper cover. Since I could only afford three books, I skimmed through, selected my third choice from another author, and went to find Chloe. “Are you done with yours?” I asked, eyeing the stack in her hands. She was holding four books, three by J.K. Rowling and one by Jo Watson. “Hey, that’s cheating

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

He was indeed foolish. “That child is the key to ‘The Heart of Magic.’ If you kill her, you will lose The heart of magic forever.” Aslan’s words kept ringing in my ears long after he left. ‘The Heart of Magic’ was the most coveted stone in the world. Rumors have it that this stone can grant immense power to the holder. The only problem was that it is hidden on The Enchanted Island. The only way to reach there was through a portal. Since the baby was the key to the portal, I had to wait until I had obtained the stone before killing it.

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

"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.