Harry Potter Montague Mga Nobela at Kwento

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.

"We discussed the rules. I still haven't reddened that sexy ass. For the record, going in what is still his house without me is the same as one of his cars." My behind tingled and grin returned at his threat. It wasn't just the warning but the way the talk of his spanking my ass made his blue eyes shimmer. "Yes, Mr. Demetri." Nox's lips quirked upward as he reached for my hand. Together we ascended the steps to an opening door. "Magic?" he asked in a whisper. "It's like Hogwarts," I said. "No, seriously, the Montague staff is magic. They can appear and disappear. I'm not sure how they do it."

The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in. I snort. Even at the castle, I am surrounded by attractive men, but none ever looked at me with desire! And so I glare at him. I know this man. Caius Liddicoat, a vampire prince of a rival Kingdom. Is he the reason I smell blood? “Miss Serra, I know you’ve always been an amazing woman, but I will advise you against using magic when you are still half alive.”

"Why would anything else be after me?" Professor Pops came around and stuck out his hand. "Come with me. I need to show you something." I set down the glass and rose, hesitantly placing my hand in his. "What?" I asked, my nervousness easy to hear. "You'll see. Consider this your Seven Magics Academy induction ceremony." I snorted. "Can't wait." He led me down the stairs to another door, which he unlocked. Apprehension fluttered along my belly. "So, I'm going to take classes on staking vampires?"

"Room 405. Best of luck in your training." I was finally here. I was going to the Black Moon Academy to register for basic magic classes under the name Matthew Mountainheart. As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder if I was somehow related to Dr. Mountainheart. Was he a cousin? An uncle or something? It was kind of rare in the supernatural world to actually share a last name like that. Werewolves might pick and choose their last names at will, but witches were different. As I entered the classroom, I felt a wave of nerves wash over me. I scanned the room, searching for a familiar face. I was feeling hopeful that I would be completely unknown until my eyes landed on Peter, and he stared back

Lotanni was the first to give the full rundown on Lysar's team. Of course she was. If there was gossip, she'd find it faster than a scent-hound on heat. "Three mages, four werewolves," she muttered while checking the straps on her gear. "One of the werewolves is royalty. The prince from the Southern Fang. Has a stupidly forbidden crush on Lysar." Nyomei raised a brow. "That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?"

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.

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

He was indeed foolish. “That child is the key to ‘The Heart of Magic.’ If you kill her, you will lose The heart of magic forever.” Aslan’s words kept ringing in my ears long after he left. ‘The Heart of Magic’ was the most coveted stone in the world. Rumors have it that this stone can grant immense power to the holder. The only problem was that it is hidden on The Enchanted Island. The only way to reach there was through a portal. Since the baby was the key to the portal, I had to wait until I had obtained the stone before killing it.