Harry Potter Fanfiction Powerful Intelligent Harry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I love watching the both of you twist characters for me. I shall be with the last person standing between you two. By then Soraya will be dead and there is nothing stopping me from using my spells on the both of you. Just as I did before.” “You are sick,” I spat. “You play with people like they are toys. They are beings with their own minds and feelings. You don’t get to bend people to your will.” Sorava’s brows creased as though she was genuinely confused. “Of course I do. What is the point of being so powerful if I don’t get to do what I want to the weak.” My eyelids fell shut for a moment. I flexed my fingers, ignoring the evil sensation that radiated off her.

Damon stood up and reached for something in his back pocket, Harry tilted his head as he searched with a confused look on his face. "Looking for this?" Harry raised the gun Damon was holding a few minutes ago and his eyes almost popped out of its socket. "You know, it's pretty funny how you think you are smart just because you do well with books, you act like you know it all because you are manipulative, but you forget you are useless when it comes to stuff like this, I'd rather be street smart and strong than to be like you. You should be lucky I don't feel like spilling blood today" Harry enunciated and emptied the gun taking all the bullets he let throw the gun on the ground.

Act quickly as trained before in just a few seconds the recorder is on. "That's right, that year I killed your mother, I took her place as Lady Levi. Haha, you can't blame me anyway, blame your mother for being unlucky to marry Levi Smith. . harry potter fanfic She laughed in madness like a psycho. This aspect of hers he had never seen before. Was it because he exaggerated something earlier that she reacted so strongly? But that's okay, anyway, this is the result he expected, it might be even better than expected.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

MyDavina’s POV: Harry kept chattering all the way, and he seemed to want to do something right away to repay me.I tried my best to persuade him not to think about it anymore. Although Harry was tall and strong enough to defeat several werewolves with one punch, he was as naive and simple as a child. Whoever treated him well, he would give a hundredfold sincerity to that person.I could say that I was lucky to have a friend like him. After getting my room key from the dormitory administrator, I parted with Harry.

He and Xavier want to get rid of me! Xavier should have sent one of his stronger vampires. Harry is no match for me. I start chanting one of the spells Madison taught me. Harry dropped the knife and held his head. I know this spell is very potent and can kill any creature that is weaker than me. Harry looks at me as his eyes turn red and as if he can not believe I am as strong as I am. They all think I am a weak witch because I can not defeat those damn magical wolves, but the wolves have magical powers straight from the Moon Goddess.

"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.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

“Your pitiable situation is exactly why I’m concerned. It makes you vulnerable, and that means you could be bought. So, I’ll ask you again, Harry—can you keep your mouth shut?” Harry straightens up, his expression hardening. Despite his circumstances, there’s a spark of intelligence in his eyes—a sharpness that catches me off guard. He’s street-smart, like all the kids out here, but there’s something more to him. Something tells me he’s already thought this through.

She begged my father to allow her to adopt Harry and didn’t give in until he agreed. Harry was a happy child with an authoritative streak. Dad believed that Harry would one day make a good Beta; it was in his blood. Dad said that Harry even had an Alpha streak in him, so who knew what that boy would one day grow up to be? My father is the King, so I know that he knew but never confirmed anything. Harry was also incredibly smart and unbelievably fast. Harry was also a very loving child, one who adored Lilly and followed her everywhere.