Harry Potter Iq Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

' I screamed and gritted my teeth. "You won't be able to use your powers. Not with silver and wolfsbane in your system. You know, for someone who has heightened senses and an intelligent mind, you sure are stupid and slow to not see this coming. You're too easy." He laughed wickedly at the end. Tears formed in my eyes and I grunted in pain when I moved. I looked up at him. "Why??" I whispered with a weak voice as my vision started to blur. "Wh-why are y-you doing th-this. Harry? Why are you with Dylan? He's a traitor and a bastard!"

“What the hell is this?” My fingers tremble, my pulse slamming through my wrists as if my body is trying to warn me of a collapse. Harry looks right at me with that infuriating brow arched, Viv leaning her head against his shoulder, and they both stare at me with all the warmth of a dead snake. “I mean, I’m actually concerned now, babe…” she mutters with a mock pout. “Has she always been this slow to pick up on things?” Harry nods with an exaggerated sigh, like this is all too tiresome for his mighty intellect. “I’m starting to think she’s just… stupid.”

he lifted the corners of his mouth and said jokingly, with a look of affection on his face. "My IQ scores more than 160, why am I stupid?" She folded her arms across her chest and puffed out her cheeks while glaring at him. She was just a little muddled, but the geniuses with high IQ were all muddled in some ways. "You scored more than 160 in IQ test? I didn't see that!" Daniel said in a playful tone, with an expression that he couldn't believe. Teasing the little idiot had already become one of his favorite things to do.

They even want to take down a teenager just because they are jealous at her knowledge, but that doesn't even do since Zelia is an intelligent woman. She can do lot of things includes hacking, tracking, she even has a good memory, has an IQ of exceed 550. There is nothing that she can do, and since other business people envy her, they would do something cruel to her, like poisoning her food, disguising as the chef of the company, and etcetera since there is a lot of it, too many to enumerate.

She bit her lips to stop herself from speaking. "Tell me about Ali." He said slowly. Her eyes lit up at his statement and without thinking much she started. "From where should I start about him. Well he's an excellent intelligent kid. He's 14 years old and his IQ is 207 can you believe this-" her smile widened as she continued. "He has an amazing talent in football, he loves playing video games with me and now I'm here-" her eyes saddened with last mere whisper. "-he must be missing me badly." Her eyes started to water but she gathered herself not wanting to breakdown in front of him.

“He likes the academy, I think. Once he saw the library, he was sold. Did you know our little brother’s IQ’s around 170? That’s insanely high.” Hazel smirked, “Darn, if only all of us were blessed with awesome intellectual capabilities.” “Enough about the kids,” I look at my sister seriously. “What about you, how’s school?” Hazel started waving at me to follow her toward the countertop. Spread on the marble were books upon books and different papers of exams and homeworks. Seeing it was enough to make me crinkle my nose. Now that I think about it, I still have some stuff to do under Professor Aschwa’s class. With their move and everything, I was a bit preoccupied.

"Who let you in?!" She asks and wanting to slap her face realizing the idiot knows her password now. "I used Alohomora in your door, witch." He says motioning his hand in a circular way as if casting a spel. "Do you want me to cruicio you?!" She frowns trying not to grin finding out that this serious looking handsome stranger is also a Potterhead. "Well, you'll be back to Azkaban if you do." He smirks as he sits comfortable and snatching the cup of ice cream she has in hand before putting a spoonful of brain freezing cream in his mouth.

"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