Harry Potter Mclaggen Novels & Stories

"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.

, the long-legged blonde retorted, rolling her eyes in disgust. “It doesn’t work that way," little one. You are half blood, and you cannot unsee what you’ve seen, and I’m sorry I cannot let you go” As soon as he finished speaking, Harry stepped into the room. “You need to see this” “Huh”? Morgan turned to the door, his eyes widening in surprise. “Is everything okay”? He asked him. “I'm afraid not,” Harry replied. He turned to the blonde. “Do not let her out of your sight until I get back,” he instructed.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

Vibrant green eyes landed on me and Hunter next to me. He smelled human. My eyes narrowed on him. Why is Magus out here secretly meeting with humans? I suddenly wondered if Hunter and I were the ones really betraying the Alpha. “Who is he?” I asked Magus. Magus gave me a sharp look. “An old friend.” “The mentor?” “One of them.” Magus was walking away to meet him. “Who is he?” “Hawk, Second Commander of the Mages.” Magus shouted as he jogged to meet him. Ignoring me. They murmured together in quiet voices. Sending me furtive looks.

He said with a smile as I stretched my arms out. “I am dead unlike the only brother of mine; Micah who is exists in a dump.” I emphasized on his living condition. “The literatures couldn’t sell.” “Humans interested in the occult are full of surprises. They make the word ‘Muggle’ seem proud. Witches are by far the only kind that doesn’t have dependency or obsession.” “However you’re value is as bad as a cripple.” I said with a smirk as we stared at each other before we both laughed.

The village chief was shocked. Did she have a misunderstanding? Harry was the heir of the Cogen family and had tens of listed companies under his name. How was he not good enough for her?

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of the legs of the Prince Regent. The Prince Regent cursed as Morrigan shifted her weight, standing on his legs like he was a stool where she usually stands when she is fitting for her dresses. A sweet giggle coming from her throat as she bounces up and down his leg. Morrigan jumped and landed on his legs the cracking of bones echoing around the room. The Prince Regent screams in pain as his legs went into a numbing and chilling break. Morrigan's hands flew to her mouth. "Good Heavens, did I broke your leg, my dear uncle? I thought you could still lift me like the way we play before." The Prince Regent looked at her through gritted teeth.