Harry Potter Description In Book Novels & Stories

he smiles placing his hand on my back guiding me into the first room, which resembled a living room. It didn't feel very homey though, the walls were a dark red colour all the furniture also a dark wood, there was a huge fireplace but the wall above seemed empty but as I look closer I see the wall was a shade lighter, like a photo was hanging there for a while. He spots me looking quickly pulling me out of the sitting room and into the room next door which was the kitchen which was also quite big, he moves closer to me which made a huge feeling of discomfort take over my body. He seems to move in closer as the door begins to knock, he freezes looking outside where the door would be and final

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

Arosh didn't have the foggiest idea what to say and she just scratched the side of her head. "Tssk!" Harry smiled at her and removed the shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. As Arosh gradually got the fallen towel on the floor, Arosh just gulped while noticing Harry's sculpted physique. His body is impeccably bended, smooth, and white and has abs, ideal for a main man in the film. "Excuse me." Harry said delicately to her, as she was hindering its entry. It was really at that time that she understood and rushed into the restroom. Later she heard Harry thump on the restroom entryway.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.

, he flashed him a smile. “But I can’t”, Eric thought to himself. “You can grab something from my clothes”, Harry said, taking off his sweatshirt, “I see we have the same size”. Eric looked away as soon as Harry’s abs appeared before his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked for the dressing room. It was only his first day, and Harry was already being a nuance. What do you think of the 1st chapter? What do you think of Harry’s character so far? How is that clubbing going to go?

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

My dream just came through. He had little round glasses over his deep blue eyes. His wavy hair was wrapped in a little bun behind him. Some of it dropped to the side of his face. He looked like the basketball player version of Harry Potter. My eyes then traveled over his body. He had on a white shirt that failed to cover up his chiselled abs and muscles. I was still drooling over his features when I heard him clear his throat. “Are you lost?” I heard him ask as he sized me up. A wave of embarrassment took over me and my eyes dropped to the floor.

Sienna rubbed her nose, lifted her head, and saw a handsome and demon-like face. Harry was really like a demon, and he was also a demon that people could never get tired of seeing! His beautiful pair of dark and deep eyes were seductive. He had thin red lips, and the corners of his mouth were curled into a reserved, detached, dangerous, yet charming smile. It was just that… Based on his posture, he seemed to be waiting for her here on purpose. Sienna put her cell phone in her pocket and greeted him, “It’s been a long time, Master Harry. Have you been well?”

When she ran to the door of the cloakroom with bare feet, she saw her father inside. Fortunately, her father didn't leave. She lay on the door frame and peeked at it secretly. Harry stood in front of the mirror and buckled the metal button on the belt. His long legs were wrapped in his trousers. Her upper body was naked, and the blond muscles were flowing with crystal-clear drops of water. From her angle, it could be seen that the swaying light on the ceiling was connected with Harry's long and straight body. He looked noble and unruly. He pulled the towel on the side and brushed his wet hair and upper body, blocking the little girl's eyes.