Harry Potter Mclaggen Novels & Stories

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

"For years, her 'illnesses' were never diagnosed by true pack healers, yet they always flared up at the most convenient moments, winning her the family's attention. And every time I questioned it, I was accused of being jealous." Meggie's face was as white as a sheet. "That's… that's a fake! Hazel is framing me!" "Framing you?" Isla sneered. "Then let the facts speak for themselves." She raised a Moonstone in her hand, and a brilliant silver light filled the hall. Within the light, a series of images began to appear: Meggie meeting with a black-robed man in the dead of night… The warlock casting a spell on her… A flicker of her slipping something into Hazel's food…

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

Alice nodded, her expression unreadable as she turned to Maggie. Maggie swallowed. "I’m Maggie. Half-witch, half-fae. My mother was gifted, but she—" She hesitated, looking away for a moment. "She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me."

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.

Grainne simply nodded and replied, "Yes." The housekeeper continued, "I'm sure the young lady also noticed it a long time ago, right? So ever since the young master returned, she always didn't want to be in the same room with him. Young lady, I feel that the current young master is most likely not our real young master!" Grainne raised her head, sighed, and said softly, “Yes, Uncle Abel, you're right, he really isn't Carwyn. He is someone sent by Mira Aura to impersonate Carwyn, just to get JK.” The housekeeper's eyes widened in surprise: "If the young lady already knows it, why not... Grainne replied with a sigh, "Because it's not the time yet, but it is. Uncle Abel, promise me, help me kee

"But you just messed everything up with the news of your death, and your silly game of being that annoying old Hornet!" Malfoy really couldn't hold back all his emotions for Jacob who had just made a confession. Exactly thirty minutes ago, Malfoy had the unexpected surprise of visiting the Hornet's little hut in the slums of Mandrake Street. With a face full of disgusting smiles, Malfoy was greeted by Jacob, who was no longer using his disguises. The man had removed his white wig, and the thick beard that had always filled his white oriental face which, unfortunately, turned out to be quite handsome if he didn't wear all that disguise. Malfoy really doesn't understand Jacob's way of thinking

He recounted how, in a fit of anger, he and his magician friend wiped out a rogue organization, leaving no survivors, whether they were magicians or vampires. Ethan had mentioned that his investigations showed no werewolves in that organization, so hearing Harry’s account reassured me that we wouldn’t face any further threats from the rogue organisation as that organization was now a thing of the past. I casually brought up the topic of magician, mentioning that I knew a powerful one named Ethan. Hearing Ethan's name from me, Harry, who had heard of him from Lisa, was thrilled. He exclaimed that our connection went beyond mere camaraderie, implying a familial bond. I agreed wholeheartedly. A

He then collapses into his seat with a sigh. “I don’t know what her problem is.” He grumbles. We all take our drinks and look at them curiously. They’re… odd. A strange brownish colour and… is there something floating in them? To be honest, they don’t look appealing at all. Why would Harry order them? “Uh… Harry? What the hell are these drinks?” Megan asks, her face scrunched up in disgust. “No idea.” He answers, sipping from his glass. His expression gives away nothing about the taste.