Harry Potter Ch 2 Novels & Stories

She slowly steps inside, no trace of Merfoy even his shadow. “Hello? Merfoy? Why is it so dark in here?” she said lowering her voice. She suddenly heard a loud thud in the right corner, it was from the bookshelf. It was so dark that she can’t see a single thing. She step into a book and picked it up. “Is this Merfoy’s magic book?” she thought as she opened it, it suddenly produced a light that struck her eyes and lit the corner where she is standing. The pages moved on their own as it suddenly stops, she read what was written on the page.

_ Ooooh, electricity," Till hissed. I am disappointed. I was expecting torches to light up or little fairies trapped on the walls to produce light. It is very twenty-first century! "Remember, they don't believe in magic," Harry replied playfully. The Alpha, dressed in his Council battle attire, was having difficulty moving through the maze. The ceiling was so low that he had to bend in half. After many minutes of walking, he found himself in the middle of what appeared to be a public square. Harry looked around, searching for a soul among the cold, carved stones. A clearing of a throat made him look down, and he had to press his lips together to keep from laughing when he saw an elderly dwar

He only prayed he would be wrong today. Halle took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she raised her hands to the sky. Her voice rang out, strong, chanting the incantation that would bring the portal into focus. The ground beneath them began to hum with energy, and the air grew colder, swirling around them like an invisible storm. Hazel’s heart pounded as she felt the magic pulsing through her veins. She gripped the talisman tighter, her mind focusing on the spell. The portal flickered into view, a shimmering rift in the fabric of reality. Dark, swirling mist leaked from its edges, and a low, eerie hum filled the air. Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the gaping void befor

I find myself whispering softly as I roll on the floor and lie face down, struggling to use my hands to bring myself up to my feet, but it just feels so impossible presently. I slowly look up to look at the terrifying image of all the wizards and witches surrounding Serena's body on the ground. They keep her at a particular spot, and one of them takes out a strange kind of chalk, drawing inscriptions all around her body, and within the next few minutes, they all stand in various positions in a strange kind of way surrounding her as they connect their hands and gaze upwards into the sky, chanting a strange count of language that makes the entire Earth begin to tremble.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

†**************************************† • 𝘽𝙝𝙖𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙙 𝙂𝙞𝙩𝙖: 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙝𝙮𝙖 𝙔𝙤𝙜𝙖, 𝙎𝙝𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙖: 30.

The ground seemed miles away, and my legs trembled at the thought of jumping. Then I saw them—guards, stationed everywhere, their eyes scanning the perimeter. Escape wasn’t going to be easy. The footsteps behind me grew louder, each one hammering into my chest like a countdown. Finally, the doorknob twisted. My breath caught, and my eyes widened in shock. The door creaked open, inch by inch, and I stood frozen, unable to move or even think. Of course, Harry's tall figure stepped in, his eyes scanning the room like he owned every inch of it.

Seraphine gasped, her breath hitching as the world around her shattered like fragile glass. Brilliant light poured from her eyes, searing and blinding. Her lungs clawed for air, and the vision, vivid and chaotic, tore itself from her mind in a tempest of heat and static, leaving her gasping in the dim, shadowy hall of the Headmaster’s chamber. She stumbled back, nearly losing her footing. The cold floor pulsed beneath her palms, humming softly with the remnants of magic that lingered in the air, a tangible echo of what she had just experienced.

My chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on it, refusing to let me breathe properly. I wasn’t ready to go inside. But I had nowhere else to go. So I stepped out of the car. The walk to the door felt longer than usual. Heels clicking against the ground, each step echoing louder than it should. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the handle. And the moment I pushed the door open… I froze. Harry was standing there. Right in front of me. Arms folded across his chest. Waiting. My heart dropped instantly. Something was wrong.

After the first day's auction ends, the second day's auction will continue. After nightfall, the entire Xueyue villa area becomes vibrant again. Harry did not participate in the auction this time, but directly asked Luna to participate for him, while he went to the Xueyue mansion to talk to everyone. After talking for two hours, they returned home. He entered the mansion, directly to the second floor, while the bodyguards stepped back. The moment Harry pushed open the bedroom door, he suddenly felt a strange sensation. After pausing for two seconds in front of the door, in the darkness, he spotted a dark figure.