Romans & histoires Harry Potter Genius Gamer Fanfiction

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H

Harry replied thinking of how good it would be when he finally had her all to himself. After an hour and thirty minutes of practicing, Harry suddenly asked, "Have you thought about how you'd present Campus Silence in front of a large number of our gaming fans and the judges? You're not the nervous type are you?" "I've thought about it so many times and I sincerely don't wanna let Andrew or our team down by doing something wrong. I heard the voting is centered on the game planner's presentation, our gaming skills and also programming. I already suck at programming and I'm no pro at playing games, so all I have left as my contribution for The Braves in this competition is my story for Campus S

He snaps still unsure but more convinced then before “But just for the record I still think this is all in my mind and I’m only listening because I miss mums voice” I smirk, giggling at how childish he could be, but damn did I not miss it. Just as I was about to tell him the entire plan I could feel a barrier in his head drop down, I surge forward gasping when I realise I could see what he seen, hear what he heard, feel what he could feel. “Turn or il empty hell fire on her” this instantly made his body tighten as he looks up into the eyes of a cold hearted killer, he was a weasley looking bastard, dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows and an even bushier nose

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

"Harry loves racing games. He always beats me, the little cheater." "Then I guarantee he's kicking Adrian's ass right now," Mason said, nudging my shoulder. "You think Alpha pride would let him lose without a fight?" That made me laugh. The idea of Adrian, ever the serious, dominant force, fumbling with a controller while Harry giggled like crazy? Yeah, I could see it. "Maybe they're playing hide-and-seek," I mused. "Harry loves hiding in ridiculous places, like the laundry basket. He always gives himself away by giggling before you find him."

In the end, Harry emerged victorious. "Did you know that this gaming addiction can harm you?" Aurora cautioned. "Nope, can't do that, I'm a very balanced person," he said, still gazing at the cellphone in his hands. "So balanced that you don't even look at me while we're having a conversation!" Aurora retorted. "My eyes are occupied," he replied. In a swift move, she snatched the device from his hand and hid it behind her body. "Caught you! What are you going to do now?" she grinned playfully.

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Harry had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at his Peeta pack،The Alpha Lucian had warned him of this and told him that Galadriel would not leave him alone،So he was prepared for all these things already "“I am truly sorry, sir, but I believe that the person who has the right to determine whether I am the child’s father or not is his mother who is lying inside.” It was clear that Galadriel did not care about anything except starting a quarrel with the person standing in front of him. His anger and hatred towards Harry was so great that it could not be explained in words alone. "Do you think that bitch..." Harry approached him defiantly, looking at him with an angry look while clenching h

I wasn’t trusting him, but I guess this one would be fruitful for my vengeance. We were greeted by the woman at the reception desk. I just gave her a brief smile, while Ren, politely returned her greeting. “Please wait for the others, Sir, Ma’am.” The receptionist smiled sweetly, especially at Ren. I can’t blame her for that, because this Ren guy is really handsome. Tantalizing hooded gray eyes that are full of mystery. A proud and arrogant pointed nose. Perfect sculpted cheekbones and a sharp jaw. Sweet thin lips. And that spiky brown hair made him the hottest attorney in town. Even though his physique wasn’t exactly sculpted. And because of his thick glasses, you could also call him the