Harry Potter Builds A School Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I asked him instead of answering his question. "Harry told me about it." Benedict's unequivocal response caused me to look at him with horror. I was hoping that he would say that he was just joking but then by the looks on his face, it looks like Benedict is serious. I can't help but feel a little bit worried for Benedict knowing that he talks to Harry. I'm sure he knows that Harry is a gangster and if in some unfortunate event, Harry got his interest in Benedict then that would be the end of his happy life in senior high. I'm not exaggerating but rumors are circulating around the school that if Harry got an interest in someone, he never stops making that someone's life miserable.

It does not mean that we can trust her completely but it does mean that we can hopefully use her to sway Aurora back to our side. The witches are all waiting for me to rejoin them with Scarlett. They are now beginning to build the walls but they are doing it slowly to make sure that they are just right. We have plenty of time to make sure that the entire school is perfect so we might as well start with that part. Elle looks up when I walk out of the house and rushes to meet me. Most likely afraid of me walking that far once again.

Drake says, trying to keep a straight face. “My son showed me the movies, and what can I say, I’m hooked. I even took the Quiz on Potter and it turns out I’m a Slytherin. Who would have thunk it?” Grace replies. “That explains so much.” Lydia mumbled under her breath, “If you loved the movies, you should read the books. They’re amazing, and they left out one of my favorite characters, Peeves. And I just feel like they didn’t portray Ginny very well in the movies. Like not only is she beautiful, but she’s also extremely smart, and an incredible dueler. She had a crush on Harry when they first met at the train station, and she’s been in love with him since he rescued her from the Basilisks, bu

He whispered. "Who doesn't? I heard that if a school is destroyed then all students will graduate." "Well, that seems interesting." Romeo chuckled beside me as he played with the pasta on his plate. I pointed at him while looking at Xander. "See? He gets it." "We are not making an experiment that can potentially destroy the school!" "Shh!" I grabbed a loaf of bread from his plate and shoved it into his mouth in order to shut him up. "You want people to find out about our plan before we can even execute it!?" I asked nervously and looked around us once again.

"This is not high school anymore." "Oh you've not seen anything, Saira." Harry spoke up. "He was way worse in high school. One time he made a boy eat dog poop." "What?!" Her eyes widened in shock. "Seriously?". She narrowed her eyes at him. "So you were a bully in high school? Man, you should be glad I didn't go to that school or else I'd have taught you a lesson. I don't like bullies." "I've been meaning to ask which school you attended." He ignored the rest of what she said. "Thank you blabbermouth." He glared at Harry.

We had grown close over the years, and I would miss his mischievous grin and his pranks. Hiddleston High was more than just a school – it was a hub for supernatural creatures to learn, grow, and thrive. The faculty comprised experienced mentors, each with their own unique power, who guided students in mastering their powers and developing the necessary skills for survival in a world filled with magic and mystery. "Oh, Mommy, do you really have to go?" I asked, disheartenedly. I stood by the door as I watched my mother hurriedly pack a number of beautiful and high-end clothes into a small suitcase.

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.

I echoed the words I heard her say a million times, smiling slightly. “You’re very insightful, I think we’re going to be great friends.” Susie grinned, grasping my arm and lacing it with hers, “Now, I heard one of the guys at school speaking about a Harry Potter movie marathon at the main packhouse today, would you care to join us?” “I love Harry Potter.” I nodded eagerly. “Forget it, we’re not going to be great friends- we’re going to be best friends,” Susie announced and my heart skipped a beat. “Who’s your favourite character?” She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

As I stood outside the school, taking in the sight of the old, stone buildings and towering spires, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The school looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its ancient architecture and mysterious aura. It reminded me of Hogwarts in the Harry Potter series. Quite large for a small community if I must say, unless they accepted intakes from other communities. As a matter of fact, I think they do. I can remember Peter saying distinctively last night that the school was one of the best in the witches society, or realm. Whichever.