Harry Potter Gandalf Novels & Stories

"Which creatures exist among the fairy tales Jo and I have read? Are Vampires, Werewolves, Dwarfs, Hobbits living amongst us? Wait, is Gandalf for real?" Anna asks incessantly. "Who is Gandalf?" Caspian interrupts Anna. "Okay, you haven't heard about him, so he is fictional. He is a wizard." Anna answers. They are now a little bit into the forest now. "A wizard?" Caspian repeats. "Yes…someone with great magical powers." Anna explains. Caspian stops walking. "A being with magical powers?" he asks with interest. "Yes, but he is a good wizard. Saruman is the evil one."

Before he could reach her, a man on horseback grabbed her up and carried her away. When his brain finally pulled itself out from the celestial plane, it recognized the beating on the door as Haldir’s eyes popped open while the sunlight filtered through his windows. “Just a minute,” he yelled as he pushed himself up to the side of his couch and wrapped a blanket around his otherwise naked body. When he opened the door, Percy and Neville waited outside as he squinted his sleepy morning eyes at them. “What’s going on children?” Percy glanced to Neville for reassurance then asked, “May we come in and talk to you about something?”

he says simply, like that answers my question. It doesn’t. Not really. “What about showering? How do you heat the water?” He sighs, like my questions are an inconvenience. “Fire, Greer.” I stop walking, glaring up at him. “I never told you my name.” “Your boss speaks loudly,” he says, looking down at me like I’m bothersome. “How did Gandalf the executioner know my name?” His mouth quirks once in what might be amusement, then smooths away so quickly I wonder if I imagined it.

“You stripped and changed clothes in half a second?” He shook his head in disbelief, then his expression morphed into one of reckless delight. “Forget stripped—I’m a damn wizard, Hagrid.” His grin was so sharp it almost cut. “Come on, let’s see if you turn into a half-giant.” I rolled my eyes, snorting. “Oh, shut up.”

The ground kept trembling and I looked up, searching for the reason behind this strange earthquake. The last portal flashed in the distance, Selmor accompanied by an elder man with a grey beard appeared, he was strapped down to him by a leash. The man must be the druid by the name of Grendal. Before the portal zapped closed, two giant creatures nudged their way through the magical gateway.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Principal Eldor says, patting his long beard. I mentally roll my eyes "Not to worry sir, Glinda already got me a gift." I say pointing to the cake. "Nonsense! still meet after closing hour... I'd like to give you a little something." He winks at me. Pig. "Alright everyone, hurry up and get going!" Principal Eldor hollers to the crowd. They murmur grudgingly. "What just happened?" Glinda asks, as we make our way to the class "... Like Principal Eldor just went from all angry to all smiling, is there something you're not telling me Hermione?" She asks

As she did, she hummed a song, one so ancient that its origins could not be found in the books of men. And as she hummed, the circle started to glow, creating a circular wall of light that beamed vertically up to the ceiling. The little ghost girl stood up, marvelling at the beauty and serenity of the soft white light. Specs of the rainbow could be seen bouncing off the light and finally, from the circle, an old man emerged. It was the grim reaper. The grim reaper had on a light grey woven robe and had flowing white hair with a beard to match. Suzanne had always wondered if the JRR Tolkein of Lord of The Rings had met with the grim reaper. The character of Gandalf looked suspiciously like hi

she thuds the ground with the stuff. Lightning from Gurudza strikes the stuff sending in flying away from Genteel who is shocked by this turn of events. “Well, well, looks like the magic wand is gone female Gandalf! How will you be able to beat me now?” “Come and find out!” Mukura waves her right hand and a strong wind blows hitting Genteel sending her back. And she drops into Gurudza who was focused on Garamba. Genteel gets up and charge to Mukura who is readying another attack.

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