Harry Potter Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

The dude has always been a jerk, and will always remain a jerk. I heard a laugh, and it certainly wasn't Hakim that was laughing because he was right in front of me and I had eyes, so I didn't actually know who was laughing, but it took me time to realize that I was actually the one laughing, and when I say laughing, I mean laughing hysterically, like a green witch with a flying broom in a children's television series, and Hakim was staring at me as if I had gone mad. Well, I had actually gone mad, and he was responsible for it.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Flinching, she took a step back in nervously. “Who? Who might be that?” she mumbled underneath her breath. “Ojaswi, are you there?” Harry’s voice came with the knock on the door. “Oh! My God, what is he doing here? Is he here with his other prank?” Tension filled her. Still, she managed to stammer, “Why? Why are you here?” “I heard someone played a prank on you. Are you alright?” he questioned.

Revenge brought her back, Beware for she will stab your back Push her buttons you will crack, For she has planned how to attack. ---- Third Person's POV: Everybody's having fun. Dancing and drinking like there's no tomorrow. Group of friends are enjoying their last night as a college student. But they forgot something or someone. Their shot glass cracked, their tables cracked, the mirrors cracked, everything cracked. The last thing that cracked made them confused. For an egg has cracked.

Knock Knock Knock "Honey, do you choose to go out without clothes or will I get you?" Ana sighed. Her eyes widened but her lips were smiling. She did not know why Harry understood so well what She was doing. Ana still hasn't given an answer to Harry's two choices. She just shook her head while leaning against the bathroom door that She locked.

"But I have to be there, after all I'm the Headmaster, my boy, you…" Before he could continue with his grand speech, he was interrupted by bouts of laughter coming from Lord Ravenclaw's entourage. The 'boy' himself was looking at him amused, and even the ghosts around them were chuckling. The Headmaster is not amused, and frowns at the laughter. "Did you understand the joke, Fred?" "I did not, George. And I thought that we were the castle's jokers.."

I teased as I hear him laughing under his throat. "Knock knock." He calls out. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Not what. But who. Again, knock knock." he insisted. I chuckle when I realized that he was going to tell me another knock knock joke. "Fine. Who's there?" "Waiter." "Waiter who?" "Waiter I get my hands on you." I laughed aloud and I can hear him laughing with me too. His jokes are getting into me and even though they are somewhat corny, it was still very much hilarious. “That was one of my sexy knock-knock jokes." he sounded so proud.

Think about what he did just a moment ago. "What's wrong with you? Why are you calling out my name?" Again Alfred asked, wanting to get a serious answer. “That's the fate of a popular person, your name will often be called until your ears itch and your nose sneezes." Harry's jokes, which are always funny, are difficult to take seriously. “I'm? Not really, not popular as you. Just admit it! How many girls have you dated or confess they love to you, huh?” Attack Alfred is very random with topics that suddenly appear.

He extends his hand which had the coconut and smiles at me, “I’m not going to stop bothering you not until you and I become pals.” I stare at his face as he adds, “Coconut? Or should I say, coconotty?” He smiles a little bit wider, “Get it? Coconut. Notty.” He tries to joke and laughs at his own joke. I laugh softly under my breath, “You can keep the coconut.” I tell him as I push the coconut back to him. “And stop calling me Notty.” I shake my head sideways as I walked away from him while I see his two male friends from earlier who were sitting nearby while laughing at Harry. The black haired guy with a perfect jawline takes a long drink from his beer while the blond was kept laughing loudl

“But also… the way the characters chose each other, over and over.” Something about the way he says it makes my chest tighten. I’m mid-scoop of ice cream when he suddenly says, “Knock, knock.” I blink. “Oh no.” “Knock, knock.” “Who’s there?” “Vamp.” “…Vamp who?” “Vamp-ire believe how good this date is going?” I burst out laughing. Real, unfiltered laughter that has me clutching my stomach and nearly spilling my ice cream. “Oh my God,” I wheeze. “That was terrible.”

"Gossiping with a teapot? Now, that's a story I need to hear!" I launched into the tale, mimicking the teapot's animated voice. "So, there I was, sipping tea with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, when the teapot leaned in and whispered, 'Psst! Have you heard about the Queen of Hearts and her secret knitting obsession?'" Sophie burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with joy. "No way! The Queen of Hearts and knitting? That's brilliant!" We giggled uncontrollably, imagining the Queen of Hearts surrounded by piles of knitted hats and scarves. As our laughter subsided, Sophie wiped away a tear of mirth from her eye.