Harry Potter House Traits 소설 & 이야기

She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses, each one representing an element and its values. The mirror exists to sort you into one of those houses, and usually, it picks the houses where you will grow as a person." Not in the water house then. My grandmother continues speaking. "The water house values beauty and change. The students placed in that house often see the grace in nature and are resilient to change, usually able to tackle every challenge life gives them." I glance at Daisy. She plants her arms under her chest. I notice every student standing in her group is wearing white and blue. It's probab

"Then can you describe to us what Harry's usual character is?" "Character?" The middle-aged woman's tone was obviously a little dismissive. "He's just a hooligan ruffian, he has no character, he doesn't do anything serious all day long, and he is proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling." "You're saying he has a habit of prostitution and gambling?" "Yes, of course there is, and their family is being collected by loan sharks, and the walls are covered with paint, and the whole building is disturbed." The middle-aged woman's tone was filled with disgust.

I was still thinking about that when I heard someone shout at the door. “What the hell, Jaxon?!” I looked over my shoulder. It was Harry of course. My best friend. Covered in piercings and fuming like a kettle. He stormed inside like he owned the place. “That wasn’t part of the plan! You completely blew it!” I rolled my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I knew I shouldn’t have given him a key to my house. Or the passcode. Guy never knocks. But I had to admit, he got here fast. I live outside town, in a one-story place with three bedrooms, an open kitchen, a big living room, and a huge back deck. Harry must’ve been speeding like a maniac to make it this quick.

“Your pitiable situation is exactly why I’m concerned. It makes you vulnerable, and that means you could be bought. So, I’ll ask you again, Harry—can you keep your mouth shut?” Harry straightens up, his expression hardening. Despite his circumstances, there’s a spark of intelligence in his eyes—a sharpness that catches me off guard. He’s street-smart, like all the kids out here, but there’s something more to him. Something tells me he’s already thought this through.

I roll my eyes dramatically. “Obviously, I know that. I can do that part. But you can do a lot of the prep. My dad always did the prep for mum’s potions. She HATES measuring out potions. She likes spellwork. She’s basically my opposite.” Harry holds up the measured out quartz for my approval and I nod. “Are spells and potions that different? I thought Witches learned both.” He wonders. I shrug.

I hope he didn't mean what he said about us having anything intimate because that wasn't going to happen not in this life and next . I walked behind Harry almost losing my breath and I wondered why he was walking so fast ,I couldn't even catch my breath . "I think that you should hold on a bit "I whispered the moment we got into the House . .he didn't even bother to turn . I thought that the penthouse was going to be a big bungalow with a lot of stuff but walking into the house made me stop right on my track . It was just a normal house with beautiful decorations and designs ,I loved every bit of it .

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

the Inspector shook his head, “Charlie closed. Or Harry doesn't want to come out... I don't know. Psychiatrists and psychologists are already working with him, maybe they will talk. We haven't succeeded yet. That's why everything you can say about Harry's personality is so important. It really does seem to be a completely different person. Charles is simply unaware of many of his imaginary brother's affairs. — Is that how? Kit seemed surprised. — May I see him? “You can, of course… but are you sure you want to?” She paused, looking at the tips of her already perfectly manicured nails, and said: - I did it. He should be afraid of me. Maybe I can piss him off and have Harry the son of a bitch

Harry asked cheerfully, "Mom, are we going to buy this house?" Grainne hugged him and kissed him hesitantly: “That's right! Harry, do you like this house?" Harry nodded vigorously, replying: "I like it! Harry loves this house!” As he spoke, he ran to the door of the small bedroom, pointed, and said, "Here, this will be Harry's room." Then, he ran to the door of the master bedroom again, pointed, and said, "This will be the room of mom and Uncle Levi."

And so at 6:30 exactly, I stood at the end of the curved driveway leading to Suzanne's house, dressed in best coven fashion as a very over-the-top witch. Second choice had, of course, been a demon, but Meira had dibs on that one. I made it up the fresh asphalt behind a couple of other kids dressed like the king and queen of hearts. I recognized them from the halls at school. They checked me out, but didn't say hello, so I tried to ignore them. I admired the huge house with its perfect manicured lawn and weedless flowerbeds. We never lived in a beautiful new house. For some reason, probably something to do with power, Mom always chose a home older than dirt. I loved the bright yellow door and