Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Named Goblin Friend Fanfiction

Gusev grinned, “Yes, that is so nice of you Almiro! I knew I could depend on you!” “Thank you, Almiro, you could join us here.” I said, patting on the sofa as Gusev arranged it into more comfier. He added blankets and pillows to it. Almiro nodded and sat beside Gusev so now, Gusev was between us. I raised my eyebrows at the vampire, “When were you buddy buddy with my loyal body guard?” He shrugged, positioning himself comfortably on the sofa and grabbed a handful of popcorn, “ The whole day, we finished the whole series of Harry potter. I didn’t know how exciting it was and very amusing…I see why humans get addicted to it.

There is no way on mother earth I was ever going to believe all that gibberish, but for the love of my friendship, I pretended to agree, just so I can get her to tell me everything. I made up my mind there and then that I was going to the party, club whatever she calls it. I am going to make sure I have the head of that bastard who had managed to swindle my friend of her rationality leaving her a lunatic. After all these years of praying and hoping that one day my friend would find love and be happy for real, now this. Not under my watch. I would have him denounce whatever charm he used on her. If there was anything as spiritual, I think he had my friend under a spell and now she was spewin

That moment, I totally forgot the little girl whom I was with for hours in that empty amusement park. "Hey bro! Guess what? I have a huge crush on this girl that I saw last time." Harry, my best friend suddenly stated. I was just ten years old at that time. "Here, check her picture. She's beautiful right?" Looking at the small picture that he got from his pocket, my eyebrows raised. A sudden sense of familiarity filled me. Before I could even process everything, a soft innocent voice from the back dragged my interest back to reality. "Harry?" "Bella!" He excitedly exclaimed.

He held up a small silver disc that was on a cord around his neck. Ruben scowled in frustration, clucking his tongue. “Perhaps just give it a go?” The goblin said ambiguously. Ruben huffed. “Do you have a name?” “My Lord just called me Scribe…” Ruben nodded and then planted his feet. “Okay, Scribe, I’ll give it a go…” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the swirling power he could still feel thrumming through his veins.

Our table had standing ovation, to show support as he begins to walk back to where we were and join us. His friends quickly complimented Harry as soon as he approached our table and they were not making fun of him as what he thought they would. Zion and Neal were patting Harry’s back before he decides to sit back on the vacant chair next to me. He stares at me when his friends left the table as they headed to the corner to play darts. Harry says, “Maybe someday.” I shake my head sideways, “Possibly now.” Harry stares at me with creasing brows but with a shy smile, “What do you mean?”

MyDavina’s POV: Harry kept chattering all the way, and he seemed to want to do something right away to repay me.I tried my best to persuade him not to think about it anymore. Although Harry was tall and strong enough to defeat several werewolves with one punch, he was as naive and simple as a child. Whoever treated him well, he would give a hundredfold sincerity to that person.I could say that I was lucky to have a friend like him. After getting my room key from the dormitory administrator, I parted with Harry.

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

“Don’t worry though. I might not be able to see anything right now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to later.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means I’ll do a deeper dive. But to do that, I’ll be needing my spell book. Some symbols. And a pinch of your blood.” “That’s not a problem.” I smile at her. “Thanks Ginny.” She merely shrugs. “You’ve been more than nice to me. It’s the least I can do.” “I’m grateful regardless. Truly. Your friendship and assistance have been valuable to me.”