Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Cormac

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face, the first sign of the O’Connell heir he was raised to be. “Because she won’t talk if he brings her in,” he said. “But she’ll talk with us.” Cedric crossed his arms. “Us?” Cormac nodded. “Me and you. She thinks you’re on her side. She thinks I’m still blind. She’ll let us walk right in.” I studied him carefully. “And then what?” Cormac’s smirk sharpened. “Then we bring her back. Alive. Talking. And terrified.” Cedric exhaled, something dark settling in his eyes. “She’ll never see it coming.”

He turned toward Angus and said, "All these shouting and bickering; where are your manners?" Cormac was the Pure Yang Division's great elder and had high prestige in the Three Major Sects. Angus and the other Three Major Sects disciples quickly stopped talking after noticing his dissatisfied expression. Cormac adjusted his mood and said, " Darryl is a genius. It's a great honor to meet him. I am sure it is the same for everyone in this room. He's just helping his friend and putting in a good word for her. Can't you understand the situation he's in?"

Emorie sneered, “But she’s just ugh! I can’t stand her. She always walks around thinking she’s better than everyone. As far as I’m concerned, she only stays relevant because she kept breaking up and getting back together with Chaos. They’re the most toxic couple I have ever laid eyes on, if you can even call them that.” I turned to her, “Chaos?” It was such an odd name. “Yeah,” She dragged out the word with a sidelong glance, “About him. I was gonna save the worst for last since he hasn’t even gotten here. But I’m talking about Cormac Graves. He goes here you know.” Cormac Graves. There was something about that name… but I just couldn’t put my finger on it at the moment. “Who is Cormac Grave

Whispering congratulations and words of encouragement, everyone leaves besides Cormac and Bram. In hushed tones, they seem to argue about something. Using my new super hearing, I try to focus on what they are saying. Hearing that Cormac has a secret, and Bram wants him to tell me, and he does not, gives me a rush of uncertainty. “Bram, Cormac, did you need to talk about something?”

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

"When will you put your guard down when I am around?" On the other side of the door of Morrigan's chamber, Colfre remained leaning by her door. Brushing his hair over and over, exasperation evident in his eyes. He heaved a deep sigh and looked up at the moon illuminating the night. "Colfre... Colfre... How can you forgot to restrain yourself in front of her?" He heaved an exasperated sigh clenching his fist as he clenched his jaws. He huffed a breath for another time, lifting his head to the bright moon illuminating the whole kingdom of Hymir. The shadow from the windows casting on his face. His eyes looking at the moon with an unspeakable agony in his eyes.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

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?"

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.