Harry Potter Numbers Novels & Stories

Arthur was a monster, and he loved no one. “Not 98, not 99,” Harry says, wicked glee etched in his features. “You’re going to pick up every one of those, all 100. Make sure you count.” There’s no ‘or else’ as if the ultimatum is too horrible to say aloud. Ariadne wants to stand her ground, but the wolf inside knows she’s lost the fight. The Omega shrinks away, tensing and waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come. Instead, Harry promptly leaves without a word.

Hm… might have to have a good long think on that one. Lena closed the book after finishing up the entry and put it back into its place in her desk drawer. She tugged the band out of her shoulder length brown hair, running her fingers through it. The young woman then moved over to her bed where on the nightstand, was a very worn copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. She got comfortable on her bed, picked up the book and started to read. She got through about 10 pages before there was a knock on her door. "Come in!" Lena called. She glanced at the door when it opened and fellow sorority sister, Casey Grant, walked in.

She quickly grabs a piece of paper and writes them down. “1649.” I pause as the log is filled with three numbers over and over again. “I keep seeing another three numbers called almost every hour. If my hunch is right, one of these three is most likely the number to the one paying them for the attacks and to steal the recipe. 0189. 7461. 9912.” Bry gasps and tenses. Her hand freezes in mid-air. She slowly turns her head towards me and her voice cracks as she asks, “Are you sure about the last one?”

She looked at her palm, the black mark was starting to spread up her wrist, from the corner of her eye, she caught Marcelino watching her so she quickly pulled her sleeves down to cover up the mark. “Damnit! Surely we can pull something off!” she rallied. Hans stood up and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Look, I know you’re all worried. And rightly so. But there’s 7 of us here, and 7 is a lucky number. We can do this, I have a plan.” Seven. The number echoed in Suzanne’s mind again. How odd…perhaps the number seven wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Hans walked over to one of the bookshelves and motioned for them all to follow, and as they got up, Hans withdrew a dark blue book causi

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

*** Whoosh! Boom, boom, boom… Alex held his daughter to his chest and had run into Hermione at least five times already. His swords had killed off four of Hermione’s mirror images. He initially thought that Hermione’s mirror could produce copies of herself indefinitely. Still, it seemed that no matter how much she copied, she could only have seven mirror images out at one time. That meant that seven was her limit. Moreover, after he had killed four of her mirror images, Hermione had only maintained five mirror images after that. It further explained that she had already reached the point where she couldn’t summon more mirror images with her cultivation base at the moment.

“We tried to save as many as we could.” “As many?” Seraphina’s voice rose. “How many?” Nobody answered. She slammed her hand against the table. “How many?” Richard finally whispered: “Three hundred and twelve.” Seraphina closed her eyes. Three hundred and twelve children. Three hundred and twelve families. Three hundred and twelve lives erased. Then a message appeared. 312 — DEAD. Seraphina stared. But another number appeared beneath it. 17 — ALIVE. Her eyes widened. “Seventeen?” Victor nodded slowly.

Thirty-one of resting. Forty-seven of baking. "That would burn the cookies," I said honestly. "Very much," Pippa confirmed. We checked another and another. The quantities looked reasonable at first glance, but the times didn't. Always prime numbers and strange sequences. "This isn't cooking," Thalia said. "Thank you. My mother just offended an entire profession." Pippa turned a page. "What about this?" the girl asked. There were small marks beside certain numbers, dots, lines and a half moon.

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.