Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Inheritance Test

I sat down in my chair keeping my back straight and my face impassive. “Let’s get down to business. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to be.” Grant said. My eyes snapped to his but I kept my emotions out of them. “There have been rumors that you are the last of the original family. Thankfully, a witch provided us with a potion. Once mixed with the blood from someone in the original family, it will turn dark green and smoke. There are more… interesting, ways to see if you are of the direct decent but I don’t have time for a show.” That almost peaked my interested. I could feel all eyes on me. Wyatt stood behind me with his hands folded over his chest and Reed was standing guard the d

I sit, which I did not intend to do, and she takes the chair across from me, and the grimoire is on the coffee table between us, which she must have brought from her bag, and the city is doing its evening thing outside the windows, and my mother looks at me with the expression of someone who has rehearsed this conversation for twenty-three years and is now finding that the rehearsed version is insufficient. "The Sterling curse," she says. "The Lover's Ruin. It activated the morning of your inheritance. I watched it happen from New Orleans. I felt it snap into place." "You felt it," I say. "I cast it," she says, without flinching. "I know what it feels like. I have been feeling it since the n

was crystal clear under the lights. "I barely had time to go through my mother's inheritance, and you already want me to hand it over on a silver platter? Samantha, Howard, you're even more shameless than I thought." A collective uproar erupted from the crowd. How did the inheritance document turn into a gift agreement? Samantha's face went deathly pale. She hadn't expected that I'd be able to uncover the contract she'd buried under layers of deception. But Howard's reaction was lightning fast.

Sebastian said at last. Ivy turned to face him fully. “You’ll lose.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’re welcome to try and stop me.” Their gazes locked—not as lovers, not yet as enemies, but as two people who finally understood the scale of what stood between them. Outside, the estate grounds lay quiet, immaculate, unchanged. Inside, Julian Blackwood’s final gift took root. War, dressed as inheritance

Having no choice, I kept my peace. We strolled in silence for a while, the gravel crunching beneath our feet. As we turned the eastern bend, voices drifted toward us, two maids beneath the shade of a flowering tree, whispering animatedly. “I swear, the test was real. I saw it with my real eyes. The boy’s his. The Mistress herself ordered it.” “Are you serious? If this is true, that means that Xavier now has an heir. He has passed all the conditions to inherit…”

Harry continued to do all sorts of things during the meal to please Olivia. Grainne didn't find out until today that Harry had a talent for girls. Looks like this genetic is really strong, Harry must have inherited this essence from his father. After eating, Harry and Olivia ran upstairs to the second floor to play. Grainne has designed for Harry a toy room, in which there are many large and small toys, everything has, can be said to be Harry's treasure. Harry led Olivia into the toy room, closed the door, and played happily, not even letting Grainne and Halsey in. The two mothers had to go to the second-floor balcony to drink tea and enjoy the view.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"