Harry Potter Crouch Novels & Stories

He was using a cane, his hair was totally white and thinning on top, and he had so many wrinkles, even a turkey neck. Santos laughed inside my head, ‘you’re mean.’ “Don’t be so fucking loud then. You can mindlink, so if you don’t want anyone to hear you, just say it inside your fucking head like the rest of us. They took your legs, not your brain, stupid.” Cyrus said, lessening my guilt for mentioning his turkey neck. I growled at Cyrus, but my growl didn’t even impress the old guy anymore. “But what about Harry Potter reminds you of our conversation?” Lily asked.

He could feel the youngster approaching his room from his vantage point. Knock. Knock. “Enter.” Kraus scrutinized the man on the couch. ‘Ordinary.’ Would be a word to describe his appearance, yet hidden beneath that ordinary face was fearlessness. Not one that a typical 18-year-old student would have. Even individuals a circle below his level shuddered and shivered at his sight, but the youngster, who hadn't even conjured a circle, sat peacefully drinking the tea brought to him. {A circle equals ten levels. After reaching level 100, anyone can conjure a circle.}

We were circling each other by now. He stopped and took a stance by crouching, his one hand in the air stretched out and the other touching the ground. It looked like some kind of ninja pose. My eyes were focused on his every move. My ears were listening to every flex of his muscles . I could smell his fear, just a bit but it was there and that could be my advantage.

Rachel inquired. I hesitated before nodding. "Okay. I guess so." Crawling a little further, just about to get up, a leg appeared in front of us. I widened my eyes. This was a masculine leg. Gosh, what now? "Rachel!" I tapped Rachel crazily. "Let's go back. Someone's there." "O-Okay." Had she just stammered? Gross. Gosh, was that even important now?! Attempting to crawl a little backwards, that was when he decided to crouch. He crouched in front us, bulged his eyes open on seeing me. I swallowed hard, gritted my teeth. How the heck did he know we were here?

I keep repeating ‘right, left, sweep’ in my head, bouncing as I watch him sink into a defensive crouch. I sprint toward him. Again, I wait until the last second, then juke right. Then left. Even though he keeps up with me, I still go for the sweep. He sees it coming, tries to dodge it, but I hook my foot around one of his ankles. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m falling.

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.

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

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

"We remember you." Raven shivered. She glanced at Valtorius, but the professor remained silent, focused on guiding their steps. But Raven knew she heard it, too. Suddenly, around the corner of the hallway, there was a low growl. Valtorius halted his steps, his hand raised, ready to cast magic. From behind a thin mist, a creature emerged-its height almost touching the ceiling, its body shrouded in a pitch-black mist that flowed like smoke.

The center of the yard and the cage were brightly illuminated by several torches stuck in special stands. Vic crouched behind the boards laid by the fence. There were people in the yard - two men and a girl. One of them, gray-haired, but very strong in appearance, leaned on a magic staff, the second was younger, tall and slender, with a scabbard with a two-handed sword hanging from his belt. His right arm was wrapped in a red stained cloth, and he grimaced slightly as he paced the yard. He could not stand still, nervousness slipped in all movements. The girl froze motionless next to the sorcerer and did not take her worried look off the man.