Harry Potter Gilderoy Lockhart Novels & Stories

I did a mental headcount, say five boys including the brother, Phoenix who was found kissing the Holly girl. I passed the drinks around to each one of them. One of the boys smiled and one of his eyes fluttered at me. I stared at him. "I'm sorry, I can't flutter my eye like yours," I said to him. "What?" He looked dumbfounded. "What you just did. I don't know how to do it with my eyes." I confessed. "Is it like this..." I proceeded to squint one of my eye but decided I looked foolish doing it because the Lockhart boy was laughing.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

Muttering a curse, I dropped the phone back onto the table. “I’m surprised you didn’t dial the police.” The voice came from above, smooth and rich, sending a wave of shivers through me none of them unpleasant. I turned sharply and looked up the staircase. Theron Lockhart stood at the top, his hair still damp, as if fresh from the shower. A loose V-neck sweatshirt clung to his torso, and faded jeans hung low on his hips. Somehow, this undone, casual version of him was more dangerous than ever. He descended slowly, his eyes locked on mine, a faint smirk curving his lips. “So? Why didn’t you?”

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

Then he looked at the children. “This is what happens when you only talk to the person living next to you down here, and you don’t mind what the people out there have to say.” “But who are you talking to, Mr. Smart?” asked Penny Glasgow. “How come with whom? With Lionel Squisshy.” The gnome rushed to what looked like his desk. He cleared his throat and said to the children: “Hello, I'm Professor Lionel Squisshy and I teach you within the Creation Workshop, how to create your own magic wand.”

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

she said, as she curtseyed, and then disappeared out the door. Lockhart gave me a kind smile, thick rimmed glasses showing dark blue eyes, a white beard ending just the end of his red robe. He looked at all of us, eyes landing on me, concern on his face. He did some hand gestures, and then Alder ran over, a stray black curl covering his dark brown eyes. He cleared his throat, smoothing out the wrinkles of his blue tunic. "Hello, sirs, and Lady Cecilia. We've traveled a great distance to greet you. I", Alder pointed at Lockhart, "am Lockhart, and my student Alder is here to interpret for me." the cheery boy said, reading the hand gestures.

"How can you only get a score of zero, Kirey? Fortunately, Mr. Dani corrected his words earlier. If everything is repeated, I'm sure you will receive another curse!" I looked at Harry who was driving after their class ended 15 minutes ago. Mr. Dani, our general course lecturer, shared the results of our exams. And guess what? I got rank one from the bottom. Harry immediately pulled me out of the classroom before much of the cursing I heard from them. And all I'm doing right now is staring at Harry disinterestedly, and not knowing him. I still had time to ask Harry for some more candy. "It's not that I don't want to answer that question!" I finally started to speak up. At least I have to defe

" At this moment, a roaring voice came from outside the banquet hall, low and muddy.If I guessed correctly, the owner of this voice is my fiance Hagrid! "Liar, liar!"Hagrid dragged his heavy body into the banquet hall, and he knocked over at least two tables. "She is a liar!"Hagrid pointed at me angrily and said, "Liar!"" The siren Aurora obviously realized that something was wrong, and she shouted at the guards, "Catch this witch!""

“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?”