Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Drawing Book

"I Want it to! You bought me a new drawing book and markers?” Harper ruffled Heidi's hair excitedly and began to prepare all the necessities for today's drawing activity. Drawing activities are great for developing gross motor skills and coordination abilities for children of Heidi's age. Besides that, there was something Harper wanted to know from Heidi. Young children of Heidi's age usually tend to be honest. Therefore she wanted to use Heidi's honesty to satisfy her curiosity. "So what are we going to draw today?" "How about flowers?" Harper shook her head, frowning in denial. "We've already drawn flowers. How about draw a family? Do you know who your family is?”

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

“Oh my god! You got me the Harry Potter Series!” I rushed to the bookshelf and grabbed a copy of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’. It was the only book I had read in the series and I had fallen in love with it. I had promised myself that I would buy more but I never got the money. “Yeah, girl,” she said smugly, “and I got you some others you might like…” I saw the other books and my jaw dropped. It was almost all the books on my reading wish list.

But the statement seemed to have given her just the strength she needed, as she rose from the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Phoebe returned, looking so refreshed you'd hardly know she'd been in tears. She got dressed in a baggy polo and short pants. While she searched the room for a pin to adjust her shorts that was a little bigger than her at the waist, she caught sight of a novel, which made her lips curl up in a smile. One of the seven series of Harry Potter’s books _Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She’d just finished with the first series back home and as luck would have it, that was the next one on the line. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, know

He found it strange and pulled down all the contents of the wardrobe, he found a small black bag, he opened it and saw a drawing book and some other drawing materials. He took out the book and he began to flipped through the pages, the first page housed a.picture of James with his hair and strands of it on the floor. The picture was heartbreaking. As Arthur kept himself busy with the drawing book, he found drawn pictures of James, Bella and himself laughing and gave out a small smile. He knew just like himself, bella loves art but he never knew James was an artist and could draw so beautifully. He continued to flip through the pages until he saw a familiar face holding a basket of fruit. Her

He says quickly, trying to back track. “I’d love to see it sometime.” I say with a smile, trying to ease his discomfort. When I flipped the page again my breath caught. The next drawing was of me. Similar to the one he did of the wolf and I, it showed a wildness in me that looked natural. The book snapped shut as he pulled it from my grasp. “Wait! I’m not done!” I wanted to see more of the beautiful drawings and I wondered if he had more of me in there.

That woman is a witch. I lay on my side, and I noticed the book I had taken from Grandpa's room pecking at the pocket of my bag. I took it out and opened the first page. I chuckled to see that he had drawn a tiny rabbit on top of the letter T. It's a toddler book, so the words are bigger than in normal books. I open the next page, and there's one letter with a rabbit drawn on it again. This time, it is the letter H. The rabbit is cute. I don't know, Grandpa is good at drawing.

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

The next page : < he asked us if we want to enter it, we were excited so we accepted, then he asked us to draw a big magic cercle under the castle. Then the eight of us we pulled out some keys on the corner of this big yard, the castle descended and landed on the ground of this yard>. The next page : < a big red magic cercle with some ancient inscriptions around it> The next page : < a drawing of the big crown with the four sketches the sword, the dragon ,the moon and a diamond > The next page : < it was our biggest mistake we opened the door for this terrible creature, we didn't recognize that at this moment.