Harry Potter Gilderoy Novels & Stories

"O-Off course, Pomona. I-I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, will not be defeated by some measly ward!" Gilderoy answered, giving them his famous 'charming smile'. He stuttered in the beginning, but recovered after and managed to puff his chest out. It would have worked if his face was not still pale, sweating and the smile was not so forced. Most professors managed to keep a poker face, the rest just rolled their eyes at the blond ponse.

Grey's messy hair. “Mr. Grey? Our client here said that these pills are Heavenly Gold Grape Pills, can you check if it's real or not?” The shop attendant was confused by his constant questions, however, he still needs to inform him why he called Mr. Grey. Mr. Grey's smile became wider. “Uh-huh! Yes! This is the legendary Heavenly Gold Grape Pills! I could smell the Green Gold Grape in these pills.” He delightedly said as he looked at Soheila. “Dear Client, are you the contractor of the Gigantic Firebird that took the Green Gold Grape a year ago? Or are you the disciple of the Gigantic Firebird's Master?” He asked again and again.

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.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

The woman pointed towards an embarrassed golden-blonde-haired boy, his head hung low in shame as some of the other students snickered at him. Emerald eyes stared at the blonde-haired boy and couldn't help but think of the irony of his name. 'Arthur Pendragon. A famous and legendary person from my old world. Sadly, I don't get that same inspiring feeling that is usually depicted in movies and television shows when I look at him. From what I know, Arthur is always failing the courses that teach students how to utilize their magic and he barely passed his last two Final Exams. I wonder why he's having such a hard time with his magic?'

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.