Harry Potter Online Chat Novels & Stories

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.

Harry: "Chet must have saved the earth in his past life to be able to marry Giselle." Harry: "Mrs. Fordham, may I stay at your place often in the future? I'll miss my sister, and I can't live without her." Apart from the photos that Harry had sent, the chat group was just filled with his grumbling. Everyone just turned a blind eye to his whining. After all, Harry was the most suitable candidate for being the third wheel as he was thick-skinned enough. Harry sat in a chair, waiting and sighing. He switched to his social media account from time to time to reply to the fans.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

I snorted "So you want us to suddenly act like we're best of friends that can stay in the same room without fighting?" "No, I want us to act like adult" He corrected "Let's just talk in private where there are no distractions or anything anywhere, just the two of us" He unconsciously bit his pink tongue in a sexy manner, staring at me for some seconds before he continued "And maybe.....I can tell you the things on my mind" I blinked, replaying his last sentence in my head: 'I can tell you the things on my mind' Harry wants to talk about the things on his mind?

I grinned at him before I pointed at a picture on his screen, "So, what's that?" "This is the window of a chat room on the dark web. People are more likely to talk about supernatural stuff here, though there is still a lot of false information." Kirsch pointed to a title on the screen-- The Middle Age: Final Chapter Of Magic. "You are looking into Magic in the human's chat room?" I rose an eyebrow, "I thought humans don't believe in that." "Not really. There are people who really believe in that actually, and sometimes they are really touching the edge of our secrecy."

The double date had not been a bad idea after all. “Let’s play a telepathy game,” Harry said when we finished our meal. We still had some time before we had to head over to the school. “Sure,” Harper said, “how do you play it?” “I’ll mention two things, and on the count of three everyone has to pick one of them. The two people who pick the most things together have the best telepathy.” “Great,” Harper said, looking over at me. I looked back at her. We were so going to crush them.

I echoed the words I heard her say a million times, smiling slightly. “You’re very insightful, I think we’re going to be great friends.” Susie grinned, grasping my arm and lacing it with hers, “Now, I heard one of the guys at school speaking about a Harry Potter movie marathon at the main packhouse today, would you care to join us?” “I love Harry Potter.” I nodded eagerly. “Forget it, we’re not going to be great friends- we’re going to be best friends,” Susie announced and my heart skipped a beat. “Who’s your favourite character?” She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house.

' She typed in her user ID and password before leaning back and clicked enter. A string of words that read, 'WELCOME BACK TO WSR A, PHANTOM' appeared on the screen. She was about to place her hand on the mouse when strings of messages exploded on the screen. Big Nick: Eh... Phantom is online. TsoRukshi: NEWS FLASH! The King is online. King is online. Player#25: You guys should come online. Phantom is online. Big Nick: It seems there will be lots of dead bodies in today's war *grins*

Now, staring at his name in the chat, she got lost in thought. The chat was buzzing with excitement. [Look who's here, our top donor!] [Hey there, big bro!] Gu, the mystery viewer, had been watching her streams for a while, but Helma had never seen him say much. Lord Pearce finally piped up: [Hey, everyone.] The chat went wild, and Helma could not help but chuckle. Whatever, she thought. There's more than one Pearce in the world—it's probably not him. After the stream, Helma flopped onto her desk, feeling totally wiped out, like a rag doll without stuffing.

Harper’s POV For the hundredth time this week, I scroll through the dark web in search of any more information. Not that I’ve found too much. Other than the chat room that sent me the invitation, a few other sellers have contacted me through the private chat rooms to try to sell me potions, pets, and other indecent services. I had one seller from a place called Madame Mim’s who was trying to rent out some of her faeries for different nighttime services. When I realized that people would offer up services like that, I started taking note. I’ve taken screenshots of several conversation starters, especially ones that had to do with potions and spells that I know are illegal.