Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Hair

There was a lot of confusion. “Oh, there you are.” Freya said with a sigh of relief as she spotted the girl with the long straight black hair and that signature eyeglasses and cold and sharp eyes. “By the way, what happened to your hair? How come it became so long in such a short time?” Freya inquired. Walking towards the Student Council Secretary and letting her hair flow from her fingers as she observed them closely. “Oh, you had extensions. That is such a brilliant idea.” Freya added as she noticed those little metal things in Hestia’s hair.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

She swallowed hard, admiring his masculine chest laced with black curly hair which travelled narrowly down his flat Tommy and then into his shorts. She had seen him shirtless on the night she allowed skin contact with her but she hadn't had a good luck at him. She glanced up at his face and saw his black curly hair looked messy,his eyes were kind of red....like he cried!. Yet,he still looked damn gorgeous. "You told me you were brave Mo..... "I thought I was" Bethel cuts in immediately, She wouldn't want her to call her Mom in his presence. "The tree has overgrown,I will make sure the branches are mended by the gardener tomorrow" Harry said.

{Diane} I stared at Harry, raking my eyes over his appearance, starting from his hair. The first time I saw him, his hair had been brown in colour at that time and it was full on his head. As time went on, he started to change the colour of his hair frequently and I think it was because of his modelling job. His bleached hair made people almost forgot the natural colour of his hair.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm sure it's either greatly stupid or stupidly great." "Well, who knows?" I straightened my back. "But you know, compared to the other royalty in this school, their looks are the most unique." Without the cloaks hiding or the night overshadowing their features, I could finally see what they really looked like. The one on the right had teal-colored hair that was parted on the right side of his head as a longer, blood-red strand of his hair framed the left side of his face until a few inches below his chin. Did someone chop his hair the wrong way? I wondered in my head as I stared at his weird hairstyle.

He exclaimed. I wanted to laugh but held it in. “I thought that's what you wanted in the first place. You didn't give a damn about what I do to help you,” I replied with a shrug. Harry raked his fingers through his hair. I noticed his hair was a mess. And his skin was a bit darker as if he hadn't been taking a shower. “Fuck that! I can't do this anymore! Come back home, Lily,”

Something more mysterious, something he couldn’t ignore no matter how he tried. It was subtle at first, the strands here and there, shifting from the deep black they had always been to a lighter shade, a faint silver that grew stronger with each passing day. He thought it was the lighting, or maybe his imagination, but as the days turned into weeks, the truth was undeniable. His hair was transforming on its own as if pulled by some force beyond his understanding. At first, he tried to dismiss it, but then, he remembered a certain phrase in the old, worn book their grandmother had left him and Stella.

“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t pay you.” Harry smiled. “Then consider it a good deed.” She turned toward her car, but Harry suddenly looked at her hair. “Wait.” Katie stopped and turned around. “What?” Harry raised his hand slightly, pointing toward the side of her head. “There’s something in your hair.” Katie reached up but couldn’t find it. “Where?” “Just there.” Harry stepped forward instinctively, intending to remove the small leaf caught among the strands of her hair. Katie remained still, waiting for him to point it out. But before Harry could reach her, a bright flash exploded from across the road.

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.