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"No. No, you're not correct. I'm not this person. I— However, Harry had stopped listening. With a venomous tone, he turned to Nathan. "You believe you've triumphed? Nathan, you've been playing the wrong game. You don't know who you're interacting with. Harry then tossed the revolver aside with a single motion. "This is not necessary for me. None of it is necessary for me. You'll need me, though. And you're going to crawl back shortly." A distant roar shook the room, a burst of light flickering through the windows, as if on cue.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.

I grabbed her other hand and settled in for a dual marathon event: Harry Potter movies and the winner of the Waiting Game. Damn, I'm glad she crashed into Thane.

Decades turned to centuries and finally, my time was nearing, I had been studying the book intensely. There was one other key, the sorceress' heir. I was confused when the book mentioned her, saying that she was supposed to be my mate. It was written that my punishment would end when I meet her. The pages would write itself magically and when that day come, it would reveal my last task. My last quest to redeem my fault and break me from the curse. *****

The all sweaty young man grabbed his water jug with haste and roughly drank from it, quenching his thirst from quite a long run. Tristan was invited by Anne to join her collaborative training with Kiefer and Sherfy but since it is no practical for a non-mage like him, he chose to tag along with Percy instead. It seems the young fellow has found a nice, huge space at the hotel's backyard to train.

“I am ready to focus on my studies,” “It didn't come from your heart,” “What do you want me to say then?” I leaned back in the chair. “I want you to quit gaming,” Harry laughed. “You know that's not possible,” “Then you can't graduate too,” I shot back. “What does that have to do with my gaming,” “It will divide your attention,” Harry went silent again, his eyes staring into a particular spot. “I think I know what you're trying to do,” “What am I trying to do Harry?”

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.