Harry Potter Cormac Mclaggen Novels & Stories

Low. Bastardly melodious. Unmistakably Irish. I step into the dim light, and there he is. Cormac Donnelly. The Irish Consigliere. He’s taller than I expected. Maybe six two. With broad shoulders filling out a dark gray coat that looks more suited for a winter funeral than a meeting in the stinky sewers.

Extending his fat hand towards one of the tables, he bowed his head low again and she looked at Calhoun, motioning him to follow her. Seeing the tall man in front of him, Rugor asked, “Welcome, Sir….” Rugor bent low and fumbled, not knowing how to address him. Before he could answer Valencia said from inside, “Calhoun Hawthorne. He is a mage.” Rugor’s eyes went wide at that and he almost fell down because he had been bending quite low. Calhoun stopped him from falling and the diner owner smiled sheepishly, “Me ate a lot yesterday. Sorry…”

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

It was now my turn to smirk. He lifted up his hand and his smile was replaced with a frown. "What the hell!" He exclaimed. "The ring..." "It's gone, I know." I cut him off. "And it's right here with me." Steve came into the picture with the ring. I teleported over to his side. "Great wait, dear." I smiled. "How..." Sage was about to say something but got interrupted. "It's a recall spell if you don't know." I heard Morgana's voice.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

Cormac signed to himself but said, “No, there are no skeletons in my closet.” Sam lunged at Cormac and punched him hard. Cormac just accepted the blow passively, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. “Sam, calm down.” Brendan intervened. “Mr. Brighthall, I’m sorry for this. It’s up to you if you want to kill or torture me,” said Cormac. “So you would rather die than reveal anything.” “Yes,” replied Cormac with a smile. Brendan clearly understood that it had been meaningless for him to come here. Perhaps he was here just to see Cormac and give him one last chance.

After some time had passed, the dim phone screen lit up again. Mallory grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown phone number. She said, "Hi! Who are you?" On the phone, a nice, but dangerous male voice could be heard. "Do you want the opportunity to sleep with Xander?" "Want! I want to!" Mallory answered almost without thinking. But she thought of some other problems after that and asked, "Who are you? How did you know what I wanted to do?" The other person on the phone said two words in a deep voice, "Ron Hagrid!"

I was in their territory, and I had no idea how deep. Once my hands were free, I rolled my wrists and leaned back. "Okay, now what's your name?" "...Cormac." I nodded. "I'm Jack Spencer." Silence. Cormac and his men flinched. I smirked. Ah, there it is. "No relation to the one that died," I clarified. "Just happens to be the same name. Is that why you came to get me?" "Not at all," Cormac said, regaining his composure. "My son recently—"

Mya's appearance had garnered a lot of attention. "Isn't that Mya Dean? She's War Legate Draco's confidant." "I've seen her on television before. She really is gorgeous.” "I agree. And a powerful woman too. Just the kind I like." Cormac shut the door upon hearing the chatter inside the hall "Professor Cormac, there's a location I'd like to ask you about." He nodded and gestured. "Let's talk in my office." "Lead the way.” Upon arriving at his office, Cormac poured Mya a cup of tea. He then sat down and asked, "What is the name of the place you’d like to know about, Ms. Mya?"