Harry Potter Companion Book Novels & Stories

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

Chapter 1 22:33 Oct 24, 2022 (UTC+0 17:03 Oct 24, 2022) 1087 words Drafts(2) Trash(0)  Your modification request for this episode is under review by your agent. Chapter 17 Scarlett The next day was as usual and surprisingly no one visited me. I found a few books that were placed on the table. It was the Harry Potter series. Taking the book, I went to bed and hopped up. Leaning back, I started reading. The book captivated me wholly and I didnt know how many hours passed until a soft knock came on the door.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Gemma gasped at what she was witnessing and knew she had a lot to learn. "Do you believe me now?" Hazel said and recited a spell in a low voice, and her wound closed up. "How did you know?" Gemma asked in, her eyes shining with curiosity. "It is a book of forbidden magic. it needs the blood of someone who practices forbidden magic to be opened. Like my blood or maybe your blood. not everyone can do this, " Hazel explained and patted Gemma on her shoulder. "You have a lot to learn. Coraline should have taught you this already. I wonder why she hasn't. "

The real Bella. I immediately recognized that familiar looking book. I saw it among Bella's book collection when I first came into this world. It stood out due to its large size. But I had never opened it before. The title of that book was 'The Darkest Art.' I mean, even the title was suspicious. So what do you expect me to do? Call me silly, but I learned from 'Harry Potter' not to open any suspicious looking book. Who knows what's inside? Considering Bella's character, it could be housing the soul of a random dark lord for all I know. So, of course I didn't want to take the risk.

Seeing that I had my other hand clamped over my mouth, she did the same. I had to swallow my heart back down into my chest when one of them stopped and sniffed the air. He looked in our direction. Fortunately, I’d taken the precaution of doing a quick cloaking spell just moments before. “Do you smell humans?” he asked. “The cells are full of them,” one of his companions scoffed. He scowled. “I mean here. Do you smell human here?” “We stink of them,” another said. “I hate selecting. Their odor is strong enough when solo. Cramming them together like that is overwhelmingly pungent.”

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.

Martin were writing the eighth Harry Potter book. “This area’s off limits to worshippers. How did you get here in the first place?” the guard continued suspiciously. “I thought we were closed.” “No, they opened the doors,” said Maurice, giving it all he had, his natural awkwardness masking any signs of subterfuge. “They let us in, but we must have taken a wrong turn. There’s just so much to look at. You must be very tired standing here all day, I don’t know how you do it. What’s through there?”

he continued. I just listen to what he was saying, "You will accept everything from him. Whatever kind of creature he is, whatever his gender and whatever the state of his life." he ended. After all, everything he said had points. But I still can't fall for what he told me. He already loves me! Silence filled the place where we were. We also rested for about twenty minutes when Victor stood up and told us we would find the Chalice of Sierra. We approached our three companions. Hugo is reading a book, the book of magical items.

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?