Harry Potter Numbers Novels & Stories

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.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

“You think I’ll just—” I raised my hand, murmuring the ancient words under my breath. Power laced my voice, wrapping around him like invisible chains. His eyes widened in alarm, but the spell was already sealed. “You will answer me truthfully,” I said, my voice cold. “Every word, every detail—no lies, no evasion.” “How many have already been sacrificed?” “Three hundred-Ninety-seven,” he said instantly, his jaw twitching as if he wanted to hold the words back. “They need four hundred seventy-seven.”

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.

Loria’s POV Looking through the roster there are so many names unchecked. Of those that are, I count thirty nine pups with missing or dead parents. I say pups but I mean the ones that are under the age of seventeen. The ones that still need a parent figure. Looking up I see Simon walking towards the infirmary door with two of the younger witches. There are four massive boxes levitating in front of them. “Simon,” I call out. His head turns to me and I say, “Let the girls handle it.”

Ten is just such a nice, round number. Or maybe…twelve… THE END

The last time I checked you were so eager to execute this plan. H: Things happen, things happen and then you must realise this may not be what you want anymore. R: I respect your decision but still we have to wait till after twenty-four hours. H: Is there no alternative? R: What I said still stands, goodnight Mr Harry. Harry scrolled through the chats searching for her name. He didn't remember her damn name anymore. He had saved her number with just a letter that started her name. Oh there, he found it, Rina