Harry Potter Funny Photos Novels & Stories

He extends his hand which had the coconut and smiles at me, “I’m not going to stop bothering you not until you and I become pals.” I stare at his face as he adds, “Coconut? Or should I say, coconotty?” He smiles a little bit wider, “Get it? Coconut. Notty.” He tries to joke and laughs at his own joke. I laugh softly under my breath, “You can keep the coconut.” I tell him as I push the coconut back to him. “And stop calling me Notty.” I shake my head sideways as I walked away from him while I see his two male friends from earlier who were sitting nearby while laughing at Harry. The black haired guy with a perfect jawline takes a long drink from his beer while the blond was kept laughing loudl

Jonathan started to walk towards us in his beach colorful pattern shorts and a blue open t-shirt which shows his abs. "Nessa hi" Jonathan greeted and shake hands. "Kova my boy" Jonathan and Kova did some manly side hugs. " So what are you doing here?" Jonathan asked me with a grin that I so want to wipe from his face. "You know why I'm here John" I replied to him with a DUH face. Jonathan Dig his hands in his pocket and removed my treasure, which made my eyes shine., I looked at Kova who was looking at me with the same shine. OUR HARRY POTTER TICKETS FOR Theatre show.

“How do you even come up with these things?” Harry grinned proudly, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a gift, really. I consider myself a prank prodigy.” “Prodigy or not, you’re going to get expelled one of these days,” Lucas said, his voice light but laced with warning. “And I'm not going to help you this time if anything happened.” “This time?!” I questioned and Harry snorted, shrugging his shoulders. Next, he waved Lucas off. “Nah, they love me. Besides, someone’s got to keep things interesting.”

"I saw the photos. What were they from?" "Her birthday party," Laila replied. "Everyone dressed up. She insisted. Said it wasn't a real party unless everyone committed fully." Jordan let out a quiet laugh and moved toward the counter, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to her like it was second nature. "What about Halloween this year?" "Hogwarts students," Laila said, pulling out her phone. "Group costume with her friends. They argued for weeks about houses." Jordan chuckled as she showed him the picture. "Gryffindor. Of course she is."

"Isn't this photo a bit excessive?" "How can you let a teenager take a photo like this in a sundress!" "Oh my God! Harry also put such a photo on the Internet, which is simply inferior! "He's not really going to have any special perverts like the regular reporter says, okay......" "This kind of person should be arrested immediately!" Harry watched in shock as his Weibo was screenshotted and posted on the big screen, and after being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly defended himself: "What's wrong? This sundress is the one my daughter wears when she dances, and she wears it when she performs! And this photo is just a photo taken to celebrate my daughter's first performance on stage, so I sen

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.

The silence in the mansion was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside in the real world. I hadn’t left the house in days—not since the photos dropped. What photos you might be wondering? Photos of me and bloody Harry, sitting in a café, his hand resting lightly on mine, laughing. Candid, perfectly timed and completely misleading. Like whoever took it had been seated in the cafe, waiting patiently to strike. Who could have done this? And why did they want to ruin me so badly.

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

He didn't even remove Catherine's hand on his arm. This is crazy. Why did I even believe he would remove his lover’s hand on his arm? She’s his great love, anyway. “Uh, Serena…” Harry got my attention by calling my name gently. “I don't think you’d like an ice cream in my hand instead of in a cone. My chocolate moose has become a cow.” I couldn't help but laugh at Harry’s joke. I saw a woman behind Harry trying so hard to hide her laughter while I almost teared up laughing at his crazy joke. Even Andy laughed at him while Catherine and Tyler remained silent and it brought me back to seriousness.

Instantly the dizziness disappeared, Harry immediately punched the driver and asked him about the photo. "Sir, I'm sorry, madam who sent the picture to me," said the driver after being beaten by Harry. "You want to slander my wife? Are you tired of living?" Harry was even more emotional hearing that. "Sir, I'm not lying, in fact I have a lot of pictures," said the driver. With trembling hands he opened his phone and showed me the photo. To be honest, he was really scared right now. Harry really couldn't believe what he was seeing, more than ten photos of Sarra were in it. When reading in skimpy clothes, when leaving the bathroom wearing a towel and then playing on the cellphone.