Harry Potter Hobbit Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

Harry smirked, waving it off with the other arm. The train was churning full speed ahead, snow had completed covered the windows, the images of trees and people sped to, like the wind, and all Andy had in his head was a question. Could Harry have brobdingnagian emotional problems just as bad as mine that could keep him all night with a nightmare? "It's funny to know I'm not the only one with a robot in Mcbornie," Hanson whispered into Andy's ears. "And it's funny to know I'm not the only one after a contest," Andy pointed out. At the moment, just one thing rang in Andy's head — the Time Machine.

Tony inquired. "Can we fuck with some 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone'?" "Sounds like a plan!" He started to scan through the movies on the 'Fantasy' shelf. "Did you know that the original name for the first book was 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone?' They changed it to the americanized 'Sorcerer's Stone' because it sounded more "magical" to us uncultured Americans. JK Rowling was pissed," Dillon said emphatically. The dude had so many random facts that bounced around in his head. There was always something new to learn with him.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

He asks rubbing my arm, I look at him nodding saying a final goodbye before pushing Amelia following Anthony. We make it to the end of the row where he just stops looking at a stone, I turn back to look too where there were two names which read "Layla and Gabbie Richards" as I read more, it seemed like Gabbie was only a few months old at the time. "Are they family?" I ask him, which makes him jump, he looks over questioning me "you have the same surname, I was just wondering if they were family" I ask again with a smile, he turns away looking back the stone.