Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Loses His Temper Goblet Of Fire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jasper, caught completely off guard, stumbled backward from the force of the shove. Harry's face twisted with rage as he clenched his fists, generating a fierce wind with his movements. With a swift step forward, he charged directly at Woody, his expression brimming with confidence. "Divine Fist—" Harry had absolute faith in his strength. Ever since he could remember, he had never lost a single sparring match. Earlier, he had been caught off guard and claimed Woody had resorted to underhanded tactics. He saw his loss as an anomaly, not a reflection of his ability.

Brooklyn snapped and Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. "Brooklyn, there's something you need to know about me, I've got a very short temper," Harry said slowly. "You bring it out extremely easily. I've been holding it back, but you're going to make me snap." "How is your temper my fault?" She gasped. "Because you're fucking stubborn!" Harry snapped. "And you make me angry!" "And you make me angry! But you don't see me blaming you!" She said, her voice rising.

MONTY'S POV "Harry are damn joking with me?, What the heck are you saying!?, that you what to fucking Elope with Aura?, Harry what the heck is wrong with you huh?… You are supposed to be by my side at this point as your girlfriend rather than planning some silly shits that can never happen!" I yelled as I pumped air out of my mouth in anger as my eyes turned red showing how angry I was. Harry was really getting on my nerves that I just felt like strangling him to death at once because he ain't helping matters at all. He is rather making things tough for me with his endless and blind love story of Aurora.

The words slip out bitter, almost spit into the steam. The image of Chase—the fire in his eyes, the warmth of his mouth—is ripped away in an instant, replaced with Harry’s snarl, Harry’s fingers digging into my flesh, Harry’s fury that I dared to show up at his party at all. For a second, the bath isn’t soothing anymore. It feels suffocating, like I’m drowning in it. I shut my eyes tight, nails digging into the porcelain edge and shake my head aggressively. “no. he doesn’t get to haunt me here. Not in this moment.

HERMIONE’S POV [FLASHBACK] “Stop, Hermione!” Bernard yelled, he was trying to get a hold of me in our bedroom as I was going mad. I just confronted him about something I found out but hoped that it wasn’t true. “Hermione, please. Just hear me out, I’m sorry.” He continued, I couldn’t hear him over the boils of my anger. Red was the only thing I could see at that moment, I was tearing down our bedroom. I was smashing the vases on the floor, tipping over my drawer with my skincare, and throwing objects at him.

she replied, emphasizing every word. Harry lost his composure and slammed the table. He shot daggers at his wife, who rebelled against his order. Margot was only lovely in his eyes when doing what she was told. Otherwise, Harry wouldn’t endure years living in her family’s shadows. “Why are you being stubborn? You knew it was your fault, so you should apologize,” he insisted, clenching his jaws.

Harry had turned our fight into a spectacle. We stared in silence for a few seconds. The air in the atmosphere was so tense, you could cut it with a knife. The audience to my right and left backed away a little, sensing the battle ahead. I sighed, looking at them all. What a waste of space and oxygen! I looked at my nails and, in a bored tone, said, “Are you going to make me wait, or do you think I will attack you first?” Harry frowned. I could see the nascent fire of his fury snaking through his eyes. His wolf was trying to take control, not conceiving of a weak and pathetic female defying him and disrespecting him in front of everyone.

Grainne slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with tears. She remembered that she forgot when she lost her memory, even Harry. Her Harry, her little angel, must have suffered a lot then. She reached out and gently stroked Harry's head, sobbing and said, "Harry, I remember it. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you then, letting you suffer so much! Harry shook his head, "You can't blame me for this. Mother is not like that. It was all because of that evil girl who pushed her mother into the river, so she lost her memory! Do you know how much Harry misses you? Huh hu .. "I know, I know it all. I'm sorry, sorry Harry, I will never leave you again, never again..." The intimate scene made Carwyn Lev

Just as I turned to leave again, Toby grabbed a vase from a nearby antique display shelf and hurled it at the back of my head. “Fullard, how dare you talk to Tiff like that?! I’ll beat you to death!” Caught off guard, I collapsed to the floor. Blood seeped from the back of my head. Tiffany let out a startled cry. She stayed hidden behind Taylor while sneaking glances at me. When she saw I was not dead, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, her expression turned hostile. “Harry, this all happened because you’re so stubborn! You made Toby lose his temper to teach you a lesson!

And she flung her handbag on the table, where it knocked down a centrepiece. Harry gasped. "Petra! Please, get a hold of yourself. Calm down." Instantly, she turned her fury on Harry. Her long, lacquered nails came so close to his face that he shrank back. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!"