Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Ferret

Harry wasn’t exactly human. When they got serious, Harry revealed his secret to Mom. Somehow, he didn’t pick up on the fact Mom sucks eggs at keeping secrets. Not even five minutes passed before she told me. Luckily for Harry, I can keep secrets. You see, Harry’s a werewolf. I know what you’re thinking — run, this guy is totally crazy! That’s exactly what I told Mom, so she convinced Harry to do the change into a wolf thing in front of me.

The Anomaly that it belonged to looked like a cross between a black chicken and a lizard, its feathers glinting in the light as if they were scales, squawking angrily as its prize (my head) evaded it for the second time in as many minutes. “Stop screaming. It’s annoying,” Jester Lee muttered in my ear. He sat behind me, on the back of his Summoned Beast pegasus named Fye (who is an absolute beauty, by the way). He shot a spell at the Anomaly that burned a hole through its heart and it dropped out of the sky. I thought I heard a very faint sound when it hit the ground below, but we were too high up for me to be sure. I didn’t dare look down, either.

“Bit if you insist, what exactly counts as intel?” “Something about me you won’t find in the school rumor mill.” I tapped the spoon against the rim of the cup. “Like, lemme see… I once got suspended for bringing a ferret to class.” That earned the faintest huff of laughter, though she tried to hide it behind her sip. “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” I grinned. “It was my neighbor’s. I thought it’d be funny to see if it could fetch pencils. Turns out, ferrets don’t do well with math tests.”

The creature destined to stomp on all those sitting on high horses. And with what they’ve done to her tonight, he will make sure they will be stomped deep enough into the soil that they end up in hell. Fenrir howls to the full moon before lunging. There was a sorcerer among them, and that was all he needed to know. They could wisp out magical specks of dust from their wands and cast magic spells with them, but they are no threat to him. He won’t give them the chance to open their filthy mouth.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Hogwart, just shy of fifty, welcomed the future Laird of Coinnich into his home like he had done many times before. “What’s up with the dog, Celeste?” Hera asked as she accepted the water Celeste offered. “He trampled my tomatoes, that’s what! I had one this big.” She gestured with her hands to show the size. “It was just about to turn red.” “How did he even get into your garden?” Hera noticed the small fence around her precious veggies when she walked in. “The gate was open while I was tending to the plants. That mangy mutt just waltzed in like he owned the place and made a total mess. Hogwart really needs to take better care of his dog.”

Beverly would often spend hours meditating, honing her mental discipline to keep her inner wolf in check. As the days turned into weeks, Beverly's transformation was evident. She moved with the fluidity of a seasoned predator, her senses attuned to the subtlest shifts in the environment. Her hearing could pick up the faintest rustle of leaves, her sense of smell could discern emotions in the scent of others, and her night vision was as sharp as the moon itself.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

He knew exactly which strings to pull to get his way. Ten minutes later, I pulled up outside the Black Horse Pub in a cab, the bass from the music inside vibrating through the street. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and walked into the bar, smelling of stale beer and sweat. It didn't take long to find him. Maverick was sitting at a booth near the back, his head leaning against the wall, looking completely out of it. I walked over and tapped his shoulder hard. "Get up, let's go." Mave blinked up at me, his eyes heavy and slightly bloodshot. A slow, goofy smirk spread across his face when he recognized me. "Look at that. My favorite tutor actually came."

She pulls the power from their body, letting it consume and give her adrenaline to fight. The Elders jump back in fear of the large wolf looming over them. "Afraid of a puppy?" Harry mocks his friends. He releases faerie magic, a sliver of light wrapping around their body. Feather roars in laughter and shakes the strong magic off as if it were drops of water. You forget, Harry- I am half-witch, and your barriers don't work on me. Feather mocks. A breath of fire interrupts their stand-off. A white and yellow dragon lands between Harry and Feather. Four shadows following behind. Two wolves push Feather behind them while two vampires stand by her side. "Start the party without us, babe?" Toby