Harry Potter House Elf Winky Novels & Stories

"A house-elf please." *pop* "How can Wandy help Lord Ravenclaw?" With a soft pop sound, a young male house-elf appeared by Erik's desk's side. "Hi, Wandy. Please take a group of house-elves and clean the practice rooms '3D' and '3E' for student's use." Erik asked the house-elf. "Ah, and I would like a cup of tea too." He added to Wandy, who nodded his head, flapping its long ears before disappearing with another soft pop sound.

MyDavina’s POV: Harry kept chattering all the way, and he seemed to want to do something right away to repay me.I tried my best to persuade him not to think about it anymore. Although Harry was tall and strong enough to defeat several werewolves with one punch, he was as naive and simple as a child. Whoever treated him well, he would give a hundredfold sincerity to that person.I could say that I was lucky to have a friend like him. After getting my room key from the dormitory administrator, I parted with Harry.

Terrick and Annex shift back into their human form. The house is not so big but pleasant. It is painted white, and the front porch is big enough to build another house on. Stepping in to the house without knocking. The living room looks big. Looking around you'll find potions on shelves, a pot which looks like its boiling something inside. Standing not so far is a witch with hair as white as snow, with green eyes, her body looks like any model's.

Welcoming party? He pulled a white stick from his dress and I realised it was his wand. He rotated it with a chant and the place darkened. I used my wolf vision and found him moving his wand in darkness. The sound of buzz followed by fireflies started coming into the room out of nowhere and it started assembling into words. I gasped when the formation completed and the result was totally unexpected– Happy birthday, Cupcake!

All must be complete, otherwise they may not attend the lesson. “Winky! Where's your wand?” asked Master Arden the teacher. “Here, Master!” Winky took out a wooden magic wand with the WY emblem engraved from inside his robe and held it up. “Good. Come in.” Winky smiled cheerfully and entered his classroom. He was very young, fifteen years old, on par with his classmates. However, he is a rather special student because he is the only descendant of the pixies. His mother is a fairy, while his father is an ordinary human, just like any other witch in general. So, it was only natural that Winky would easily memorize magic spells.

"Children should not say silly things." Unfazed, Li'l Harry turned and ran to the bathroom. "Then Harry won't help Uncle ask Lady again." Griffith fell silent for a moment. Charlotte quickly retrieved the towel and returned to the room to avoid running into William. Upon entering the bedroom, a small floor-cleaning robot was busy at work, with Cracker perched on top, lifting its head and monitoring the room. Amused by the sight, Charlotte patted the little robotic companion's head before heading to the bathroom.

You don’t think for a long time, I can just kick you out, I’m not some kind of self-taught person, but a hereditary sorceress. Separating a long, hairy limb from his disheveled side, the house elf held out his hand: - Good, witch. - Good, - she shook hands, not paws. - Will you return the owners to me today? The little housewife clung to the witch's slender leg.

"And how can I do that?" "Pristine said that there is a potion out in the human world. If you can get that potion for me, I will become the first king of the vampires and attain all the powers a king should have. Everyone will call me the king," answered Phil. His two different eye colors, one blue and the other one green, were getting darker at the thought of unadulterated power. "And may I know where that potion is?" inquired Alexander. "It is with a girl. Pristine will give you all the details. You just have to bring the potion from her as soon as possible and —"