Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Grawp

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

The First Wolf's presence pressed against her skin, not threatening but watchful, like a parent observing a child from across a crowded room. The tunnel beyond the door was narrow and winding, the walls covered in phosphorescent moss that cast a faint green glow over everything. Elif could see shapes in the stone, figures that seemed to move when she looked away but froze when she looked directly at them. Her wolf was restless, pacing inside her chest, unsure whether to be afraid or curious. The shadow that remained from Kara's gift was quieter, almost reverent, as if it recognized this place from dreams older than memory.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

asked Etienne looking at him eagerly to hear his answer. “Of course, it’ll feel like home, you spent quite some time here with your family, and yeah, it's really cool here, they have a lot of franchises here local and international. Once we settle in we can go get lunch at Woolies Café, they have the best carrot cake, I’m sure you’ll love it.” "You are really trying to make me hungry…and it's working, but first we have to visit the hospital and make sure granny’s okay, it was a long journey, why couldn’t they fly here as well?”

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

The guards who were on the right and left of the door, immediately opened the door when they saw the King coming. The king then entered, approached a man who looked quite old, staring at the blue liquid in a glass tube. "Felix!" The King called out, calling out the old man's name. "Ah! His Majesty the King!" The old man–Felix, immediately bowed his head in respect. Felix Grane, one of the many thousands of years old potions wizards from the vampire nation. He was chosen as a royal mage who is very genius in concocting any kind of potion.

whispered Cynthia in Ada's ears. " Ya, what a rude douchebag ." said Ada in a slightly high pitch again. " Hey you miss picture perfect, you need to teach your friend how to whisper," said the boy looking at Cynthia. Cynthia gazed at Ada and Ada this time 'WHISPERED ' sorry. Cynthia passes a funny smile towards her just realising that how innocent Ada she behaves like a 6-year-old kid. As they reached the 4th floor and the lift's door opened, they just saw a tall and a bit chubby girl with long black hair wearing an oversized t-shirt with jeans. She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically.

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Thank the goddess I told her, how else could I have carried this burden alone for so long? Later, we all made our way to the pack witch’s cave, Giovanni included. The air inside was thick with the smell of dried herbs and burning sage. We sat quietly, watching Harry drink the herbal medicine the witch had prepared. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced them back. My hands stayed firm on Harry’s shoulders as he squeezed his face with every gulp. “This stuff is nasty,” he muttered, his face scrunched in disgust. I couldn’t help but smile a little, the corners of my lips lifting. Gently, I took the wooden bowl from him and handed it back to the witch.