Harry Potter Iq Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Who is afraid?" Harry chuckled and said, "If you are not afraid, why are you so excited?" Stacy found that in front of him, her IQ had become zero. She was not willing to admit that this man had the ability to disturb her mind. She pretended to be calm and said stubbornly, "When did you see me being excited?"

Unfortunately, he failed for a few seconds as Margot kept pinning his head down. A bitter smile flashed across Margot’s face. Her low voice deepened as she replied, “You’re asking me like a clueless idiot when you already know why I’m doing this, huh? This is a punishment, Harry. I always thought you were smart but to bring this little vixen into my house, that’s a huge mistake, honey.”

“Open your eyes and read it.” The pages scattered across the floor. It was a psychological assessment report. **Student: Mason Harrison.** **Full-Scale IQ: 160.** The auditorium fell silent again. Claire’s voice cut through the room. “My brother has an IQ of 160. “He is a rare genius. “He has always taken people literally. He does not read between the lines or play your petty little mind games. “You worthless people are not fit to carry his books.” Ms. Turner stared at the report on the floor.

My eyes landed on some Harry Potter looking shit and I got up and quickly walked over to it. "You go to the House of Slytherin!" I said in my best impersonation while throwing my hands in the air as I walked up behind her. She slowly turnd around and looked at me before a disgusted look flashed across her face as she looked at the hat on my head. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you! You don't even want to know where that hat has been." She said as she took a step back. The moment she looked like she wanted to gag I instantly felt an insane amount of regret and quickly chucked the hat off my head like it was a cockroach.

And he swallowed it whole. But looking at him now, I know arguing would be like screaming at a hurricane. He doesn’t want the truth. He wants justification. “So you’re going to kidnap Enrique, too?” I ask carefully. Harry flicks his hand dismissively and turns toward the brute by the door — the bald one with the beard and the IQ of a brick. The man suddenly finds the floor very interesting. Clearly avoiding eye contact. “My S.T.U.P.I.D men,” he growls harshly, “Grabbed the W.R.O.N.G fucking twin!” The words crack like a whip.

' He was offering me a trap, thinking he was the one holding the cheese. ​I let a slow, dark smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. He wanted fun? I could give him an eternity’s worth of "fun" in a single night. I could show him exactly what happens when a wizard decides to play with a stray mutt. ​I looked him dead in the eye, my violet energy simmering just behind my pupils. ​"It seems like your brain isn't working either.” I drawled, the words dripping with a cold, intellectual venom. I watched his smug expression falter as I continued…

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H

Dharma: "No." Author: "Are you happy that she's alive now." Dharma: "In cloud nine." Author: *SMILE* Dharma: "Then let's call it an end?" Author: "One last question...Twins IQ is 200 can I know that cold-hearted....hehe Mr. Anan's IQ?" Dharma: "It's 210. One of the rare genius.", he walks away. Author: '[slow voice.] 'So what? Cold-hearted jerk with a poker face.'

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make till the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the gods above Can separate the two of us I hummed softly along and he looked over at me. "Big fan,huh?" "No, just one of them." I pulled over into the parking lot. "Who's this unlucky guy?" "One, he's not unlucky. Two, it's Harry." We walked towards my locker. "Harry Styles?" "No," I rolled my eyes at him. "Harry Potter." "Haha, really funny." He said as I slammed my locker shut. I turned on my heels and coffee spilled on my shirt. Way to start Friday morning. "Watch the hell where you're going." The voice barked.

She turned her head to Harry and said, "How does your best friend make seriously complex things sound so easy?" He shrugged. "It's a long story." "Well, I'd like to hear it." Anderson flagged his hand at them. "Hello! I'm still here, remember?" They both ignored him, while Harry continued. "Many years ago, he was bitten by this superintelligent creature from outer space. Then his whole dumb ass brain changed into one as the creature's. Then he began to invent things man has never seen. Behold- captain underpant!" Jocelyn burst into fits of laughter, holding her stomach hard, and her teeth flashing against Andy and Harry, mouth parted.