Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Oliver Wood

while Owen scribbled it all down. The surgeon, Old Mr Finch, as Oliver called him, came to visit me before leaving the ship too, and he seemed pleased with my recovery. He inspected my stitches, asked me what color my urine was, which was mildly mortifying, but I guess he had medical reason to know, and then he proceeded to smear some revolting Hogwarts potion over my burned skin that he said was a mixture of beeswax and olive oil. The shit smelled like fucking months-old pan drippings, and it took everything I had not to rub it off of my skin the second he left the room.

“You clean it, slap a bandage on, suddenly it’s a whole emergency? This is—” He never finished the sentence. Oliver moved fast and without ceremony. He reached back and struck Harry on the side of the neck, the blow precise and practiced. Harry made a short, surprised sound, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before his body went slack. His head lolled to one side, his mouth falling open as consciousness left him. Kane was already opening his door. They worked quickly with the efficiency of men who had done worse things with less preparation. Kane circled around to the back, yanking the door open, while Oliver hauled Harry forward and then up, swinging the boy’s limp body over his

The man would kill Oliver. "Don't want to tell me?" "No, I don't know his name. However, his strength is powerful. The pressure from his power alone always makes me breathless." Henry was stunned. 'Someone that powerful? I can't even do that with my current strength.' However, he was doubtful. "Are you serious?" "Henry, he didn't lie to you," Albus said. There were only a few people left. "That's right. Elder Master should know more about that person's situation," Oliver said gratefully.

Haldir’s eyes darted back and forth the street below and spotted a line of vehicles barreling towards them. While a seemingly endless group of people exited the three vans that pulled up to the building, Teddy’s heart fell to his gut as he made out their prisoner. “Oh, shit. They got Oliver.” A tall young wizard who resembled Omar stepped out of the van’s passenger seat and grabbed Oliver by the back of his neck. Oliver pointed to the window where they’d just been, then fell to the ground as Teddy gasped and pulled Tessa closer. “Don’t look, Tess.” The wizard stepped over Oliver’s lifeless body and motioned for his people to follow him inside. Haldir pulled them both close as he saw the hit

- Death - Death arrived in Oliver's camp. There were various tents setup all over, with a large one in the center. The two grim that were close by turned and bowed. "Leave the formalities for now, is Oliver here?" Death waved. "I didn't expect you to be here so soon sir. I thought you would still be in Verdyr, talking with the fairy rulers." Oliver said as he came out of the large tent. Oliver was 5'8" tall, with brown hair and pale skin. He had a slim build with brown eyes, and was wearing a cloak that looked similar to Death's robe.

“The silver level in his blood is so high that no werewolves or vampires can taste it. Not just that, all the cosmetics that he uses are homemade, so you can’t even touch his naked skin without getting your hand burnt.” I recalled visiting his apartment when Sophia had left his house with Caroline. I had taken hunter’s training, so I figured out all the details about him in that period. He would have a sense about me being a werewolf if my wolf wouldn’t have been dead. I wasn’t someone who praised someone that easily, but Oliver Weasley was too good at creating poison and had a great knowledge of all the herbs. That much that many of us didn’t even know the name of those herbs. “You mean to

“He was talking like the Mad Hatter. Zachary loves Alice in Wonderland. He used to read it us kids all the time. Terry is his White Rabbit.” “You remember his Mad Hatter?” Terry asks, smiling at Oliver. “Remember it? It’s one of my favorite memories. Zachary and you going around talking in codes, making jokes. Obi would get in on it too. Yeah, I remember,” Oliver smiles and they look at Hank. “Sorry, I didn’t realize,” Hank tells them. “How could you know?” Terry asks. “Nova is hiding in our room. She doesn’t want to see him,” Oliver tells Terry.

Kian was about to stand and was ready to take off in a defensive stance after listening to their relentless insults towards their friend. "Let them be, Kian. There's no use getting ourselves into trouble because of them," Morgan reminded Kian before facing the opposite group who was currently staring at them with or more precisely, they were staring at them with contemptuous eyes. After Oliver Woods turned the first time, they realized that he wasn't an omega like both of his parents were. Instead, he was also one of the best fighters of the back thus, he was usually assigned at the territory's boundaries to check the perimeters. But this promotion on Oliver's side only made him even more cu

Oliver scoffed and went on his way. Elsa saw Oliver kill warlocks by breaking their necks, casting death spells on them, and crushing their bones until they arrived in a room with a large grimoire floating in the center of a circular wildfire. Elsa hurried forward to the book, but Oliver grabbed her arm and drew her back. "This is the difficult part of this plan. If you contact it, you'll burn down to ash in a matter of seconds." Said Oliver. Elsa heaved a sigh. "How about you go grab it then?" She questioned.

"Are serious right now? Seriously Olly? Wow... Like I don't know what to say. Like I'm suprised. You know, coming to think of it, what really happened to the baseball Matthew gave as a birthday present, on my sweet sixteen?" I asked looking deep into his eyes, daring him to tell a lie. " Well.. Erm.. I" he cleared his throat. "I stole it from your wardrobe when we came over for Aunt Debbie's birthday party. I was angry he gave you something you really loved" "Oh my God! Oliver, you'll be the death of me. You were 20 for crying out loud. How could you be so immature?" I playfully screamed, as he covered his face in shame.