Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Ruins Dumbledore's Plans นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Compared to the holdings of RC Corporation, it was like comparing pocket change to a fortune. “Shut your mouth! What nonsense are you spouting?” Harry roared, his face dark with fury as he jabbed a finger in her face. The veins on his forehead bulged as he raised his hand, threatening to strike her. For a moment, it looked like he might actually do it. Already in a foul mood from their failure, Harry had no patience for Stella’s shouting. Worse, her loose tongue could very well spread the news of their failed scheme to everyone. Did she want the entire world to know about their attempt to alter the will?

Hazel leaned closer, her eyes widening as she saw that the page with the spell she had cast was indeed missing and ripped clean from the book. Halle’s lips pressed into a thin line as she slammed the book shut. “I get it now. Someone’s been meddling with magic. Someone opened a portal and corrupted your parents’ spirits. They’re trying to scare you and Bella. To keep you from tapping into your full power.” Hazel’s breath hitched. “Why? Why would someone do that?”

The alpha growled loudly, “I don't care about your motivations, only your actions!” “Be on alert…” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his body. I sighed as he approached, brushing his lips. Furthermore, I closed my eyes, missing him. Furthermore, I opened my eyes, looking at him and sensing his reluctance. His eyes were different and clearer, indicating there was something he wanted to say despite his resistance. A bang echoed behind me. I turned my head, finding Harry invading the room and breaking the spell, with Agatha smiling by his side. I think I shared the vision because Harvey smiled.

So, we joined forces, driven by our common interests. With calculated precision, we orchestrated a plan to eliminate Harry, manipulating events and people to our advantage. It took time, patience, and a touch of malevolence, but eventually, our plot bore fruit. The news of Harry's demise sent shockwaves through Davina's world, and grief consumed her like a suffocating fog.

This was a dirty scheme and sadly, it was Darwin’s scheme. I paused after doing all evaluation I could do and I finally rested on conclusion that after he gains everything he so desire now, he will likely break all ties with him. That sounded good to me. He will be getting played but what if he doesn’t break ties with him after all?? Only the negative side of the thought made me feel like puking. “Hello beautiful??” Dumbledore mumbled as he brought his head low to see what I looked like. “Is he expecting to see a deity?? Or a pretty lady without flaws??” I chuckled as I pushed my face away, making it impossible for him to see what I looked like.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Harry asks as he looks at me then back at Diana. “We’re fine.” Diana answers snappily. Harry placed his spoon down the table, “Alright, I’ll head up now. I’ll take a shower. I badly need cold shower over my skin. You can finish my share, D.” He says before leaving the kitchen. “Thank you Harry!” Diana calls out as he motions his hand at her. I turned to the door and made sure that he had went up to his bedroom before I turn back to Diana. “What’s your plan Mr. Genius?” Diana asks. “Harry’s planning to stay here for the night and not going anywhere. We need your brilliant ideas.”

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th