Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Lines Funny

He was using a cane, his hair was totally white and thinning on top, and he had so many wrinkles, even a turkey neck. Santos laughed inside my head, ‘you’re mean.’ “Don’t be so fucking loud then. You can mindlink, so if you don’t want anyone to hear you, just say it inside your fucking head like the rest of us. They took your legs, not your brain, stupid.” Cyrus said, lessening my guilt for mentioning his turkey neck. I growled at Cyrus, but my growl didn’t even impress the old guy anymore. “But what about Harry Potter reminds you of our conversation?” Lily asked.

He retorted as I smirked, "It sounds weird to my ears. Harry is just okay." "Oooh, wittle Harry is getting pissed." I teased him causing him to roll his eyes on me, I let out a loud laugh. "Stop it, Lorien. It's not even funny," he glares which just made me laugh even harder. "I'm sorry but, I find it so funny." I replied, putting my closed fists just under my eyes as I started to fake a cry, "Wittle Harold Ellis wis pissed. Buhooo." "I told you to-"

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

Just a death sentence. I groan. “Let me guess. The Three-Percenters?” He smirks. “The Holy Trinity of entitlement? You bet. Cross, Harrington, and that new finance bro who thinks crypto counts as personality.” “Terrific,” I mutter. “Just what my night was missing—pissing contests disguised as bottle service.” As I pass, he leans in. “Try not to look too competent. They love that shit. It makes them think they’ve discovered something.”

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

I apologised to Harry. One of his friends put his hands around my shoulder saying, "Did the fox finally repent?" Who is he calling fox? Another guy asked, "If you're planning to apologise properly, do it in front of the school." "What?" Harry, "I'm tired of her, come on, let's go find another Lackey." Said his friends. Harry took his friends and walked away from me. What just happened here? While I was blank, Ms Devlin asked me, "Did it work?"

“Let us begin. Just take it easy Uncles.” There were a couple of yelps of surprise but the process had started and within minutes there were three teams. Mike Watson found himself inside the yard with Brian. Brian grinned at him and patted his shoulder. “Is everyone all right?” Luke asked the pale boys. “What was that?” one of the boys asked carefully. “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” Luke replied quickly. “Yeah?” “The sorting hat? That’s what just happened.” Luke said and grinned. The boys were confused but then Brian and James started bringing out the whippers and leaf blowers and the chainsaws.

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

echoed from the guys in the hall. Daniel’s handsome face went hard. “Would you stop being so fucking dramatic and just—” “Have you shown her your Lego collection yet, Daniel? I notice you didn’t bring any of it to school.” I dropped my voice to a stage whisper. “Has she seen your Harry Potter wand? Oh… wait… I guess she has,” I said, flapping a hand towards his crotch. “Was she surprised how thin it was too? Thin and… so bendy.” Chortles and guffaws rose behind me, but I knew I needed to get out of there, because right behind that tidal wave of rage, an earthquake was beginning to shudder and if it hit before I was alone, it was me they’d be laughing at.