Harry Potter Insults Novels & Stories

Harry's bright eyes were staring right into hers and he was close. Too close. "Squiggly thingies," she said and leaned back, letting out her breath. "Above the letters." Harry nodded and he he slid Brooklyn's book back to her. "A two year old old can write better French than you." "Did a two year old come up with that insult?" Brooklyn asked, sounding genuinely curious. "It's shockingly bad," she mimicked and Harry pursed his lips. "You rather enjoy mocking me don't you?" Harry said.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

“Harry…” “Do you want me to come to your hotel again? Look at you, a shameless toad lusting after a swan. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? With such a big and abnormal potbelly that jiggles disgustingly, a fat face and body that stink. Do you think you are anything special? If it weren’t for your money, no one would spare a glance at you. How dare you tell me to come over after tricking me and acting so wickedly to me? So disgusting!” Harry disparages coldly.

"But... it's not right for you to insult someone. You shouldn't call your classmate a little rascal." "I haven't even called him a mongrel yet!" "Who taught you that?!"

I blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sheer audacity of it. Raising my hand, I typed out a reply, “Nicolas, you are a complete and utter piece of trash.” Then, without hesitating, I blocked him.

I think coming to school today was a bad idea. “So” one of them said, crossing her arms, “You're now Richard's sex toy huh.” They all laughed. “Shut up,” Richard said loudly. For one second, I thought he wanted to defend me, but then his next words crushed that hope. “I have taste and class. You really think I’d touch this ugly girl? Look at her. She’s pathetic.” The whole class went silent, then laughter erupted. “And you!” he added, glaring straight at me, “stop spreading lies about what never happened before I make you regret.”

His tone oozed impatience as he said, "What are you still doing here? Why haven't you left?" He gave me a once-over, eyeing me as if I were trash. "People like you scare off my real customers." He sneered at me, his expression full of malice. I looked up at him and said calmly, "What if he can't buy it in half an hour? I can still purchase it, right? I'm just waiting." Liam rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, his tone disdainful as he said, "Can you even afford it? What are you bragging about? Just look at yourself. You're trying to punch way above your weight!"

He tastes so f*cking addictive, I can do this forever. I release him after a few minutes, leaving him flushed like a red apple. I take a deep breath in, captivated by the way he looks at me, making me want to devour him. He falls onto the duvet and turn away from me, "You kiss like a dementor in Harry Potter." "Is that an insult?" I ask, poking at his sides, he squeals and moves away from me. "No way!" Should put some soothing gel on his neck.

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.