Harry Potter Hobbies Novels & Stories

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

“He’s worm food now, dove. We’re your freedom, and we’ll be here until you’re ready for us.” “Well, what about your hobbies?” I asked after taking a drink. Coughing at the harsh burn, I regarded him with a raised brow. “I’m not talking about killing people, either. Or your stealing-objects-from-other-people habit.” His lips stretched into a grin. “Good, because those are passions, not hobbies.” The humor drained from his face, and he waved dismissively. “Painting is a hobby.”

"Yes. I have a lot of hobbies. But recently, I don't have a chance to do it since the situation at home doesn't allow me so." Xander smiled in relief. His approach was right. "May I ask what are your hobbies?" "I like gardening, pottery, reading, and swimming." Actually, Suzie doesn't have those as hobbies. Except for reading, she was just used to doing all of those as chores. But it wasn't bad. It made her busy and kept her mind calm. "Pottery?" Xander was surprised. It was a unique hobby. He thought about it and had an idea. "I actually know a pottery shop not far from here. Do you want to drop by?"

"What do you like to do when you’re not being a terrifying King?" "Torture people," he said instantly. I looked up at him in alarm, my eyes wide. He let out a low, rough chuff which was his version of a laugh. "Of course not," he said, though he added with a wink, "although it is something I’m fairly good at. My real hobbies are listening to music and running. Just running until my lungs burn."

" I come here almost every night to get stuff I need." "Stuff?" None of this was making sense. "What stuff do you need?" " I have a lot of hobbies you see," she was absolutely beaming like a teenager who'd just found mistletoe. " But the one I love most is…." "Cooking?" I finished up for her. She turned to me, still smiling. " Is that not it?" "You're close." She nodded turning back to the pot we'd both dropped. " It's potions actually."

“Thank you! Thank you! You won't regret introducing me to her, Serena. I will treasure her more than anything.” I smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Harry.” He tucked my hair behind my ear as he stared at me intently, “Tell me. What kind of food does she like? What's her favorite color? Who’s her favorite cartoon character or Disney princess? What’s her hobby?” His interest in Millie’s preferences made my heart jump in happiness. I started telling him things about Millie while lying naked on the bed. He has comments on everything and I know he’s back to being the bubbly Harry I know.

“How about you, Sir? Do you have other hobbies?” “Other than playing online games?” Jane chuckled then nodded. “Yes, Sir. Other than playing games, what are your other hobbies?” “I love hiking in the mountains. Just like you, I love adventures and physical activities which will challenge me.” “That’s cool. I thought gamers like you would prefer to stay at home.” “No way. You should forget the old perception that all gamers are home lovers.” “Yeah, I will. Then, do you still hike nowadays?” “No. I want to, but I can’t.”

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

After a while, he picked it up. Hazel didn’t worry because Harry had been reading newspapers very carefully, and he was a very literary man at heart even though he was a doctor. He was very interested in film, painting, music, and other artistic things. Once he knew about the exhibition, he would not want to miss it. Sure enough, moments later, Harry muttered, “... Art Tour... Exhibition…” “Dad, what are you talking about?” Hazel asked, pretending she was curious. “Nothing...” He put away the newspaper with somewhat regret, but it was quickly snatched away by her.