Harry Potter Castle Drawing Novels & Stories

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

He nodded in my direction. The large gate was thrown open without Versant touching it. Did he use magic or something? I heard witches could cast spells. The castle was a great white building that stood magnificently. Its large pillars were made of what I suspected to be pure gold. The surroundings were filled with bright green trees and grasses, and a stream followed by the side. “You'd get jaw cramps if you keep your mouth open like that”, Versant said, laughing. I hadn't realised my mouth was hanging open.

"How is your suit not glittery?" "Magic," he said. "I put a preservation spell on it." I wrinkled my nose and opened the card. "Kind of takes away the fun of glitter." Inside, there was a drawing of people. I recognized myself easily. She always drew me the same way, but this time, she'd put streaks of silver glitter in my hair. The figure that was supposed to be Charles had a beard and a crown. Richard was little more than a blob, but there was Eason there and Esme, too. Margaret had to be the one in a robe, and Seraphina had a witch hat on.

said Flower. Rain gave her paper and pencil and let Flower draw. "I took a look at what the doors and windows and locks looked like. There are a few doors I think could be opened with a hairpin or wire. I could also use a screwdriver to loosen a few screws on the shutters," said Sky. "Me too drew a diagram of the interior and exterior of this castle, as far as I know, but there's the biggest problem we were facing now, that we have to face, we cannot find an exit to escape," added Rain.

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

he completes for me in a smug tone, and I roll my eyes. "It's really, really good," I say, but it seems like that isn't what he wants to hear since he snatches the drawing from my hand, scoffing and walking away. What a miscreant. "Okay, Daniel. Come show me yours." I say, and my boy comes closer to me with a shy expression. He hands me the paper, and my jaw drops. It's a wolf. Not just any wolf; it's Harry's wolf. The black fur, the hugeness, the eyes.

May calls out loud and clear. “Who?” I questioned inquisitively. “Harry Scott.” May responds. “Oh my goodness. “Claudine chants almost sounding excited but freaking out. “Oh my Lord it is Harry! Look at that, the resemblance is super uncanny!” “What are you talking about?” I asked confusedly. “I don’t understand what you guys are saying.” “The portrait that you drew is Harry. He is carrying a surfboard on a beach.” May states. I gaped, “What? I didn’t. I swear.”

I asked, looking at the coffee machine like it was a holy shrine. He picked up the paper and proudly thrust it into my face. It was a masterpiece of aggressive brown scribbles. "It’s you and Harry, Mummy! He’s covered in poo, and you have poo all over your hands, and I put a peg on your nose for you too! Look, the peg is blue, your favourite!" I stared at the drawing. It was disturbingly accurate. "How... artistic. That’s definitely not going on the fridge." I smoothed his hair down. "What do you want for breakfast, Henry?"

“Good. Draw me a map of the forest.” “A what?” I spent the next ten minutes explaining what a map was. Forests don’t have much use for them, apparently. The sand under my feet began to shift and lines appeared. It slowly took shape. “Where are the frogs right now?” A circle appeared. “And the castle?” Four oblongs appeared. “And the giant snake? Where’s he?” Not really relevant, but I just wanted a heads up. A squiggly line appeared some way away. “Okay. Now, draw me a blueprint of the castle, all the rooms under the soil.”

He tells me helpfully. "Yes but these are my babies. They are going to be angels." I tease him. He scoffs but follows me back to where my papers are sitting. He begins to look at all of the drawings that I have already completed. One shows just a vague outline of the outside. One shows the entire blueprint with minimal detail of the whole castle. The rest have more details but of much smaller areas of the castle.