Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Houses Slytherin

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

I mutter. No one disagrees. Mostly because no one’s around. Thank God. Unfortunately, being alone means my brain immediately decides to torture me instead. Specifically with the words of Headmaster Ravenwood. You will choose a house by the end of the day. Right. Because apparently being kidnapped into a supernatural academy wasn’t enough trauma for one day. Now I also had to decide where I belonged. Witch house. Vampire house. Fae house. Werewolf house. Each ruled by one of the Sovereigns. The terrifyingly beautiful group of supernatural royalty everyone here seems clinically obsessed with. Seriously. The rumors I’ve overheard today are insane.

“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.”

It's now evening, and I'm sitting at the dining table with Matteo, who appears to be chatting nonstop about what he's learnt today. I believe he is one of those persons that simply enjoys learning. If he were to be assigned to a Hogwarts house, it would be Ravenclaw. I stare down at my lap, my right hand covered with the bandage from earlier, zoning out from what he's saying. I recall Alessandro's irritation and anger in his eyes, but his hands were so gentle against mine, a sharp contrast.

But I couldn't say that so instead I went, "I am thankful for the opportunity my prince but I would have been even more grateful if I wasn't thrust into a bloodbath Academy where all my enemies would be camped." "I think it's the perfect place for you because no sensible slave would have the temerity to make me do their bidding. And even have the audacity to question me for it. Let me give you advice slave, those wits you think you have you better put them to use. Now get out." He said coldly. I clutched my dress by my side tightly, looking at him. I couldn't believe how quickly he changed. This was the Shadow Prince, the Royal Lycan Prince and I was a fool to let my guard down even for a bi

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"Harry is bouncing in place, eager to see what kind of mischief we can get up to. My home might have been fairly serious growing up, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t find a few practical spells that I adapted to be a little silly. Not that I would have dared to try any of them. But it was fun to think about. I figure I’ll stick with a potion since that’s something Harry can help with too. It won’t be all that fun for him if I’m the one doing all the work. I start listing ingredients and Harry jumps into action to find them for me. He continues asking questions as he has every other time he’s been in here to make sure he’s doing things right, but he’s got my organisational system down now