Harry Potter Level Up Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

You… brat…“ there was a laughing tone in her words. That bitch… Her hands was letting out a spark. It was cut and now gone. I don't care about what happened to her but the fact that those kids are on the ground having no conscious at all… It was as if there was a switch in me that became so furious in what I had seen. Is this the same feeling that Fiolle had when she saw those kids back then? Is this the same feeling that she felt when she can no longer contain her anger? My voice can utter no other words than me using all of my harto to buy and upgrade all of my stats. [Level upgraded to 35] [Level upgraded to 36] [Level upgraded to 37]

Inside, Nora’s hand rested on Lily’s shoulder, not holding her back, just reminding her she was not alone. “I’m coming back,” Evelyn said. Lily studied her. “That sounded like when grown-ups say things because kids are listening.” “It was better than that.” “How much better?” “At least thirty percent.” Lily frowned. “That’s not a lot.” “It’s a survival-grade percentage.” The fox stared at Evelyn with one black button eye. Lily looked down at it, then back at her. “The fox says, ’ Don’t be stupid.” Evelyn nodded solemnly. “Tell the fox I accept the terms.”

I just hate how much his face reminds me of those two, “I’ve given all my kids a chance to prove themselves. So far, they’ve impressed me and they’re all doing really well. Now I want to give you that same chance, Lily.” “But I don’t know how to do… stuff,” I murmur. And I know I’m not helping myself at all, but my mother said I should maintain the ‘facade’ of being dumb, right? That won’t be difficult for me, “I didn’t even graduate from college.” “We will all help you. You have three big brothers who were once in your same position,” Harry says. My face falls in horror at the mere idea of having to spend time with these three demons. Then the main demon starts laughing, “They WILL help you

He ascends the stairs to their room; the squealing grows louder and more urgent as they ascend further into the house. I sit on the couch and cross my legs, thinking of the bad things I would do to Tiffany when I finally lay my hands on her. Deep inside, I feel it—that this is just the beginning and that something more intense is about to happen. I don't know what, and I hope it is not 100% damaging... I'm feeling like a sorcerer now. I laugh and walk sluggishly to the stairwell; when I get there, I change my movement into a jog, and by the time I'm halfway climbing, I'm running seriously.

It was like a miracle had occurred in the night. I felt my body stir at the sight of him. Harry looked away as he stood up naked. After wearing his trousers, he turned to Harry. “I don’t know why the elders couldn’t reach out to me through the mindlink, but this has better be good.” Harry nodded quickly and glanced up at me. “Hi Luna, I’m sorry to wake you up. I can see you slept well” he teased. I smiled and threw the pillow at him while Morgan glared at him.

I rolled my eyes. The ritual went on, the chanting growing louder and bouncing through the quiet forest. Harry lay still on the wooden planks, and for a moment, nothing happened, he didn't react like he did in the first ritual. Then, his claws suddenly shot out, only to pull back just as fast. I raised an eyebrow. It looked like he’d been practicing, learning to control his shifts. I felt a small spark of pride, though I’d never say it out loud. At least something was going right for once.

Harry’s lips curve up in a smile, and his hands tremble with joy upon hearing his phone's endless notification alert. Who knows that this will be his fate one day? Several times, Harry worked hard in order to get a bit of attention, but his hard work has always been rewarded with nothing but stagnancy. But right now, it’s all changed! His fate is about to change for good! Who knows that the attention he has been craving will be given to him just by uploading a few words of explanation?

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.