Harry Potter Music Prodigy Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

"Yes, it's said that she is a natural musical prodigy. Once she hears a piece of music, she can effortlessly replicate its melody. Her current teacher is Venus, a renowned musician from abroad." Kevin's words successfully captured Bradley's interest. He looked at Esther, who was holding the concert tickets, and casually asked, "Would you like to go?" Esther could almost predict Bradley's next words—"Do you want to go? Beg me!" "No," Esther replied with a distant and indifferent tone. "When I see her, I'll think of my Tinkerbell, who didn't have the chance to fully experience this world before bidding it farewell. When I see her, I'll think of my Pixie, whose whereabouts I have no knowledge o

Veronica Sarah obediently obeyed. The music is raised to the climax. There is a pair of strange hands acting on the music keys, pulling the melody up to the sublimation note, making the melody of the song more fun. Intensity feels different, lifts eyelashes. He was somewhat surprised. "You know how to play too?" "Are you kidding? In the future, I will be a vocal teacher." Phedra Elizabeth quietly thinks.

Chapter Forty-Five Days have passed quietly, and it was peaceful. I didn't even realize it's been almost two weeks. The days were actually very peaceful because the lesson was easy to understand, and Professor James was not possessed by demons. Our magic lesson was focused on gathering mana in the surrounding. And my mana was actually recovering at a good pace, thanks to the pearl supplements. My music lesson went well, I didn't know that Lady Marina had a voice, which really helped me practicing the piano. Teacher Fernando was an excellent language and history teacher! I learned from him that Senior's diary was actually notes that may contain secrets of being an Archmage in their view!

Being married or not, I will still inherit the title and position. Napa-buntong hininga na lang ako dahil alam kung hindi lang to isang simpleng introduction, there’s more than meets the eye. A person who is a prodigy in magic would not be satisfied with simple things, they always crave for more. I’m starting to have a headache just by thinking things. Before everyone left the room narinig naming ang huling sinabi ni Professor James. “After that proceed to the Arivala Garden Field.” ‘Tsk.’

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

I twist just enough for his teeth to scrape across my scales instead of piercing them, but the force of the blow sends another burst of agony through my shoulder. He is laughing now. A terrible, broken sound. “You feel it, don’t you?” he snarls. “All that power—and still you struggle!” I shove against him, our bodies grinding together as claws tear across scales and stone alike. Behind me— Seraphina’s music rises again. Stronger. Sharper. The melody vibrates through the amphitheater like a pulse of living light. And with it comes the magic. It floods through the bridge overhead. It floods through the air.

Loriah’s PoV The rest of my classes dragged like they were meant to torture me. Even music class—my favorite—felt endless. My mind wasn’t on scales or rhythms; it was stuck on Draco. On the way his lips had consumed mine earlier. On the way his voice had broken when he whispered how much he wanted me. Every note I played blurred into daydreams of him. When the bell rang, I sighed in relief and gathered my books. I was about to slip out when Greg caught me by the arm.

Chapter 22 Audrey POV “So you finally decided to make good use of your talents eh?” Harry says to me when I get to his cafe. I get there early, just before the night customers start to troop in and the place turns lively. “It’s just a one time thing Harry,” I reply, bringing out my guitar from the box to tune the strings. Harry smiles at me. “Well, I hope to see you more often, you have a gift that a lot of people would give anything to have, I’ll never understand how you just want it to be a hobby.”