Harry Potter Numbers Novels & Stories

Numbers ticked through her mind. [Six thousand three hundred and one] [Six thousand four hundred and eighty-two] [Six thousand five hundred and ninety] [Six thousand eight hundred and eighty] [Seven thousand and thirty] ... [Eight thousand nine hundred and fifty] By the time Hayley had cleared most of the grounds outside the academic buildings, she was closing in on nine thousand. She did the math. She would clear the inside next and sweep again on the way out. Ten thousand would be easy. Now, she needed to find the high-level zombie.

The woman says, and I raise a brow. Why would he do such a thing? I don't allow my mind to linger much on it as the people start coming one by one to cross out their names on the list. By the time they're all finished and leave, I check the list to see that there are exactly sixty-six people remaining. I know that Harry's motives for such an act can't exactly be innocent and nice. I bet it's all a trick. I need to see him. No, Isla. You can't see him.

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

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Her breath was stuck in her throat as she compared the photographs one by one. Sure enough, the four number 9743 was on all of them. 'Could it be that the password mother set is the number of shows Mr. Lewie ran? It seems somewhat like what a die-hard fan would do. Then, what are the other two numbers, number six and five, for? Since nine, seven, four, and three are related to Mr. Lewie, the numbers six and five should also be related to him, right?'

“Doors like this are everywhere around here, they're just hidden by magic. You will be able to start seeing them when the body begins to accept the magic of this world normally, not before. In the meantime, I will help you in everything you need help with. Well, after you accumulate enough magic in order to calmly enter or leave this room yourself, you will be able to communicate with the rest of the girls of this world. - Are there many of them? I asked cautiously. With a chuckle, Soera replied: — A lot, Irina, a lot. Approximately four hundred young girls, or to be more precise, three hundred and ninety-eight. From shock, I even stumbled, approaching a door that was still invisible to me.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."