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– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

Harry now wants to eat more spicy hot pot. Thinking about how Harry really couldn't eat much just now, afraid that he would be hungry again at night, Grainne casually said: "So do you still want to eat spicy hot pot now?" Harry immediately opened his eyes wide and answered loudly, "I want to! I want! Of course, Harry wants to eat spicy hot pot! Mommy, can I really eat?" Grainne smiled and nodded, she looked at Carwyn but saw him frown. He asked softly: "Spicy hot pot?" Carwyn, actually Shen Mu, he hasn't eaten in a long time Spicy hot pot, the previous time was also ten years, while in college. He didn't expect that a consort like Grainne and Rich young master Harry likes to eat this street

After the students were sent to their various classrooms, we were expected to go in and introduce ourselves. As I went through the names of the students that will be learning Occult 101 with me, my lips stretch into a fine line as I see her name right here. Camille us right, we do have a lot in common. I patiently wait to enter the class last so that I can spend as much time as I can with them. Walking into the classroom, I see her sitting and smilling with a young wizard. I know am not meant to be jealous but I do and it’s stupid, I know but I can’t help it, she’s MINE.

The more I fall the more the temperature of the hole increases, i started feeling hot at my bottom till I got to thr end of the hole and fell in side a dirty water. I stood up and took a wide view at everything. I noticed the water is the Complete waste out of a huge building. I looking up could not see the top of the building. My surroundings is so black, everything is dirty and the building is so old and looks like a big castle like that of Hogwarts school in the Harry Potter movie. I got out of the dirty water and moved to an outer place. I found a fence of my height, after leaning the fence, are neat field like that of my school's field.

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

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

"This is far from typical werewolf bonding or any relationship dynamics I've read about. Even for magical entanglements, this is... unprecedented." As we spoke, Gray scribbled notes on a pad, his expression like a man piecing together a particularly complex puzzle. Finally, he stood up and walked over to one of his bookshelves, filled with antique volumes that seemed as ancient as the wisdom they contained. He scanned the spines before pulling down a book that looked older than time. Flipping through its delicate, aged pages, he stopped at an intricate triangle illustration and placed the book in front of me. The triangle was surrounded by symbols resembling a blend of arcane runes and somet

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

She ran into several dorm residents who stared at her in astonishment. Lyla descended the stairs quickly, then walked out of the building, and stepped into the library building that Louisa had pointed out a moment ago. "Name?" asked the short-nosed and pointy-eared creature with wrinkled pink skin. At first glance, he looked like an old man, with minimal white hair, showing his scalp. His name is Mister Burgog---a Goblin---the librarian. "Lyla Helliwell." Mr. Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer.