Harry Potter Cormac Mclaggen Novels & Stories

That was why he wasn't planning on drinking any at all. "Even if you don't drink it, do you think you can leave?" a middle-aged man in his 40s asked coldly as he opened the door. The middle-aged man was named Cormac Cansley, and he was one of the team captains in the state Martial Arts Association! He was known for being ruthless and aggressive, and he had even shaved his entire body for the sake of training to elevate his skills. That was why everyone in the Martial Arts Association had given him the nickname "Father Cormac", because he was as bald as a monk!

He's the chairman of the Quadrant Association and has worked hard for the Draconian Order all these years. "For his sake, I won't kill you. However, your life can be spared, but it doesn't mean you can go unpunished." Cecil quickly said, "Mr. York, what you're saying is…" Cassian abruptly made his move, swiftly stomping on all four of Cormac's limbs. Cormac howled in agony as all four of his limbs were broken. He was crumpled on the ground, his body shaking and his blood soaking into his clothes.

“Yes, you did.” His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching tight. “You want to pretend that we both don’t know what you saw the other night in that alley?” I can feel the color draining from my face as the shiver teases up my spine. Cormac just shakes his head though. “I already told you, I’m not here for that. I’m here to make sure those pieces of shit don’t hurt you.” “Who are you?” “Someone with a job to do.” “And your job involves throwing girls half your age over your shoulder and hauling them away like some sort of caveman?”

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

But there was something about the way he looked at me now—steady, intent like he would not take no for an answer— that made it impossible to refuse. “Of course,” I said, closing the book and rising to my feet. He led me to the stables where two horses were already been saddled by a young boy who seemed far content to pay them mind than look at us, the scent of hay and leather filled the air as the horses shifted in their stalls. I stood by one of the stall, admiring the horses alpha Cormac’s mount, a striking black stallion, that pawed at the ground impatiently. "His name is Hades" he mumbled running his hands through the mane, I nodded but my gaze was drawn to the smaller horse

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Eldrick was tall and on the willowy side, but he was handsome with silver hair and bright green eyes that gave him a timeless look. It was hard to know whether he was twenty or twenty-five hundred. Next to him sat Jordan. He taught the supernatural creatures classes. The man was short and thick with a beard that nearly touched the floor. Beside him was Heathcliff. When he could, he taught potions, but I had a feeling he would have to be replaced soon. His secretive job in Demonland kept him overly busy. Next came Kenmei. He was an interesting fellow of Asian descent who taught about dragons and their magic.

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.

He pushed the door open like he’d done it before, the hinges creaking in protest. The warmth inside hit me first, followed by the scent woodsmoke, leather, and something older, sharper. Cormac Vale was standing by the hearth, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked… nothing like I expected. No scars, no monstrous sneer. Just a tall man with pale eyes that seemed to cut through the air between us. His hair was silver at the temples, though he couldn’t have been more than forty. And he was smiling. The Letter’s Shadow