Harry Potter Fanfiction Smart Powerful Harry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Smart’s eyes shone the brightest as he pushed Crazy away and slung his arm over Orange. “What?” Orange felt ominous. “Can you create our clone?” “Ah! You know what you’re talking about.” Orange flashed a thumb up. “Obviously.” Smart made a peace symbol. Shadow silently rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I can.” “Ohhhh~” Everyone except Shadow had an identical reaction. “But, I can’t recreate your attribute. It may be similar but the power inside it will be lesser.” “How many percent can you copy my power?” “Up to how many levels?”

The main character of the story has made her entry. Many secrets are going to reveal soon and also don't forget Harry is not your typical Male lead who can't use his brain. He's extremely smart and cunning. I don't know but Harry is my favourite Male lead till now after him you can say I prefer Xander. But Harry's character is just everything. He doesn't feel anything but when he does he feels it with his everything. If he loves he loves madly but if he hates then he hates venomously too. So beware.

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

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.

“Other kids don’t. But I can.” She wasn’t wrong. Harriet possessed strength which I had never known in any witch or wolf. Wild. Bright. Natural. And dangerous. I gently tapped her forehead. It is because you can and not because you should. She tilted her head. “Even if it’s fun?” “Yes,” Silas said from behind me. “Especially then.” Harriet groaned loudly. “Adults ruin everything.” We laughed together, yet deep in my mind, I knew I was always worried. Each month, Harriet acquired more magical power. Witches took good care of her, but even they were astonished at times.

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.

I love that. I learned a lot in terms of my magic. I can teleport, use mind control and telekinesis, and I’m able to see memories. We tried to see if I could heal Auburon but we figured out one of his powers was regeneration which allowed him to heal quickly. So, I tried to heal my dad. It didn’t work. But, Auburon was able to increase his speed and enhance his strength. He was also able to use the fire element for his benefit. My grandma’s curtains are burnt to a crisp.

I blushed at the sincerity in his words and quickly averted my gaze. I cleared my throat. "Are there any other superpowers werewolves have?" Harper chuckled. "We don't have superpowers, per se. We just have heightened senses. We have a strong sight; I can even look clearly in the dark. I have powerful hearing; I can hear your heart's steady breathing right now and I could hear it when it thudded against your chest when you're excited. I have a keen sense of smell too; I could smell your arousal in the air when I started kissing you in the classroom."

Harper extended her palm and whispered something under her breath. In a heartbeat, the room dimmed. Shadows pulled inward toward her hand. A small orb of flame burst into life, hovering above her skin. Then another. And another—until five orbs spun around her hand in a perfect circle. The shadows rippled like water. The floorboards under our feet vibrated. My wolf stirred anxiously. When Harper finally dropped her hand, everything snapped back to normal. June stared. “Holy sh—okay. Yeah. You’re a witch.” “A strong one,” Harper said, quieter now. “Stronger than most I’ve met. But even that won’t stop what’s coming unless we’re smart.”

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t