Harry Potter English Novels & Stories

“But I don’t know which herbs go in it” “Ah !” Siri gets up, looking all secretive and walks to the bookcase. She comes back, putting an old faded book on the table. “Macbeth ?” I grind my teeth. “And in the original old English, couldn’t it be a modern version ?” Siri chuckles. “Well it has to be the original version if we want the real ingredients”. “I don’t get it”. “Is it time for the story ?” Gudrun sounds extremely excited and comes to sit down too. “Can I tell it, please can I Siri ?”

Suddenly, he found one vendor who had only English books laid out. Lin wanted to browse through some piles of books which were stacked behind the untidy cluster of books. He squatted in front of the shop and started to rummage through a few books in the hope of finding a good, old book. Suddenly, Lin found a thin book which was at the bottom of the stack, and he tried to take it out. He read the title which said “Rainbow Land and Other Burma Verses”. Again, he read the author’s name which said “C. J Richards”. This was new to him.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

Harry now wants to eat more spicy hot pot. Thinking about how Harry really couldn't eat much just now, afraid that he would be hungry again at night, Grainne casually said: "So do you still want to eat spicy hot pot now?" Harry immediately opened his eyes wide and answered loudly, "I want to! I want! Of course, Harry wants to eat spicy hot pot! Mommy, can I really eat?" Grainne smiled and nodded, she looked at Carwyn but saw him frown. He asked softly: "Spicy hot pot?" Carwyn, actually Shen Mu, he hasn't eaten in a long time Spicy hot pot, the previous time was also ten years, while in college. He didn't expect that a consort like Grainne and Rich young master Harry likes to eat this street

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

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

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.