Harry Potter Knock-off Novels & Stories

Regrets started to drown me in. Ty laughed and I quickly focused my attention back on him. "So that is why he has been searching for Harry Potter books! You turned him into a Harry Potter lover." "A Potterhead!" I gave her a disapproving look. Muggles, smh. "Yeah, whatever you call it." He rolled his eyes, clearly did not care, and I shot daggers at him.

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

And looking at that left one, it seems it has once had fault before and when repaired, a part of it was changed which made it to be making a weird sound that the other one doe not make. I did not and can not even comprehend how the castle is built at all, I were told that we would be going to a place like turnel, underneath the castle but as we are followed Mr Hartley, he taking us to a place were there are stairs and seems we are going up. We got to the first stair, and looking at the stair, it is long, pretty old and made in a form that looks like that of the movie Harry Potter. The stair did remind me of the movie Harry portal which I did watched years ago. The period I watch that movie

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

Anna asked. “Yes, there is. This one is so superior that they are well hidden from the average people. Only special people could attend this university,” Derick said. “Do you mean something like Hogwarts from Harry Potter? Or Werewolf Academy from werewolf novels?” Lee cleared his throat. “Babe, those are books, just books that come up with things,” Lee said. “But that would be extremely cool, imagine I get a letter from some university that tells me I am not a human child. I never felt fit in at that orphanage, I would be like Harry Potter whose parents were witches and they died protecting him,” Anna started rambling things.

Do you know how boring math class is when you already know how to do it? "Okay class, take out yesterday's homework and pass it to the front. . ." The door swung open, and a boy with the same hair, the same jacket, the same eyes, the same evil smirk, and the same face was standing in the entrance. The girls in the class started whispering, and his smirk grew bigger.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.