Harry Potter Madame Maxime Novels & Stories

The executive floor was busy with people moving between offices and conference rooms, everyone looking important and purposeful in their expensive suits. Christopher's assistant smiled when she saw me approaching. Mr. Maximus, are you here to see Mr. Hall? Just wanted to say hello if he's not too busy. He's on a call right now but it should be wrapping up soon, you're welcome to wait. She gestured to the chairs outside his office. I sat down and pulled out my phone, scrolling through messages while I waited, but then I heard Christopher's voice through the door and something in his tone made me stop and actually listen.

“What are you talking about, Aunt Camille?” Maxwell asked, still trying to process his aunt’s cryptic words. “That would be impossible, Milady,” said one of the servants, a broad-shouldered man with a scar across his jaw. “This little girl can’t possibly wield such destructive magic.” “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Marchioness Camille replied calmly, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

It is very quiet and warm, with a huge bar across the room. Max and the mage, I assume, a tall, good-looking, medium brown-skinned man with long dreadlocks and onyx eyes, are sitting by the bar, chatting and drinking wine. Maximus glances towards the entrance and freezes when he sees me. He blinks a few times, then smiles as they rise. I move towards him, and he walks softly to meet me halfway. " You look beautiful," he murmurs as he leans to kiss my cheek. I'm wearing a cream, simple but elegant, sleeveless dress and high stilettos. Max takes my hand and leads me to a corner booth where the mage is.

, l started replaying the scene that had happened in the church as i felt a lot more nervous, l had just disturbed a billinaires wedding, no let me rephrase that, l had just stopped a billionaire's wedding "Darling lets grab some food, am sure you will need the energy for whats going to happen when we reach the Madison Mansion" Sophie's mother said getting out of the car while carrying Max, I was surprised how Max didn't pay attention to me as the older woman carried him, l guess blood is indeed thicker than water, Max hates strangers for all l knew, he just met this beautiful woman and yet was already smiling at her Mrs Madison picked a table for us and ordered some food while l sat quietly

“Whatever history you have with Max doesn’t matter. You don’t belong here now.” “Neither do you,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But here we are.” I stormed out of the room, my frustration boiling over. Harry was waiting by the door, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Harry,” I said sharply, “who is she, and why is she in this house?” Harry hesitated, glancing toward the sitting room where Hester was still lounging like she owned the place. “That’s Hester Moreau, Miss Brooks. She’s... an old acquaintance of Mr. Hollandale’s.”

she says with a very lively and jolly tone before facing the pot once more. Maxwell was caught off guard that he just unconsciously followed the lady, grabbing the chair that was facing the woman so that he could keep an eye on her. He could still feel traces of magic that was used on the things around him but they were slowly fading away as if the wind around them was absorbing it.

Maxim says to himself. "Louis" Maxim calls for his second in command. "Yes sir," Louis asks his boss. Maxim shows him the girl's picture and Louis too is impressed. "Tell me we are going after her," Louis says, his voice filled with lust. "She is in Hamilton mansion right now" Maxim reveals. Louis pales instantly. "It's not a good idea," Loius tells Maxim. "I know. But she is just a maid there. I will send you her grandmother's number. Tap that line and call as a neighbor or something. Tell her that her grandmother is ill and she needs to come quickly" Maxim plans.

Who were these people? Next moment Maxim walked in with an ominous growl. There were three more guards behind and the four buyers who had already deposited money. He blocked the way and crossed his hands against his chest. His gaze traveled to Ludwig who was holding the girl’s hand and had shoved her behind him. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Leave the girl, else I am going to gut you with my horns.” A demon. Maxim was a demon who had successfully hidden his horns under his thick mane of long hair. As tall as Ludwig, the demon was only a shade less muscular than him. His bulky frame covered the door.

But now, for some reason, Maxime’s wrinkled face appeared, as if he was about to run out of breath and drop dead at any moment. After thoroughly repairing the Dragon Trapping Formation, Maxime let out a deep breath. Having noticed his master’s condition, Jim was understandably anxious. “Master, a-are you okay?” he asked worriedly. “I changed my fate against the law of nature and maintained my youth for a hundred years,” Maxime said with a wave of his hand. “I shouldn’t have left the Red Tower. I have been away for far too long due to the appearance of the five books of wonder in the world. I believe my time is almost up.”

“But the witch helping them is a blood witch who practices dark magic. And he knows who that witch is. In fact, he's very close to home." Before I could respond, Maximus snatched the phone from my hand. "Who is this bastard?" he growled into the phone. I leaned closer, listening intently. "Give the phone back to Starlette," Amelia demanded, her tone icy. “No, speak to me.” He insisted. “I told you before, I would only speak with Starlette.” He grumbled something under his breath before reluctantly giving the phone back to me. “Who is he?” I asked her.