Harry Potter Owl Grades Novels & Stories

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."

She then moved her hand to point her black almond nail toward the last two, "Finally we have Prince Kavan, accompanied by King Abram Rouault of the Tawny Owl Harpy Clan." Tawny owls, The servant girl put everything into place mentally, tawny owls are a suitable match for Raven Harpy standards. Prince Kavan has the best chance in this room on looks alone, despite being the smallest out of all of the males here. The Raven Queen's next words cut through the servant's thoughts like ice, "Do go and get our guests some refreshments and beverages now, will you?"

Her eyes filled with wonder as she lifted one brow and asked, "For?" I looked deeply into her eyes as I replied, "For being you." * * * "I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"

Zitrey was about to say something when her eyes glued at the pair of jade-green eyes staring at her, widely. At the same time, the long raven hair of the owl logo Guy fell from his shoulder and gracefully dance with the wind. Because of this, Zitrey was filled with nostalgia when she smells the fragrance of the owl logo Guy shampoo. It smells sweet... like a newly bloomed flower at Spring – a flower called Jasmine.

As expected of the Lord of a realm, he had so many herbs in his possession. During the process of selecting herbs, James watched the others choose. He noticed that the herbs the alchemists chose were all at least at the Fifteenth Grade and above. This meant that the elixir they would concoct would be at least at the Fifteenth Grade. Even if they made some mistakes along the way and caused the concocted elixir to be flawed, the elixirs would still be above the Tenth Grade. James, on the other hand, could only concoct a Sage Rank’s Tenth Grade elixir at his best.

Everyone agreed. King Ortiz didn't waste a second. He stood, went to his private shelf, opened a carved wooden cage, and lifted out the little owl-tiny, white-furred, its eyes like glowing pearls. The room fell still. He whispered into its feathers. The owl blinked once... stretched its wings... and hopped to the center of the table. Every gaze followed it. Its eyes gleamed. The air shifted. Magic hummed. The little owl hopped twice across the table, claws clicking softly on the polished stone.

Keziah's Pov A few days later everything went well, we went back to our class. Today we are learning how to make a healing potion. While listening to our professor, I noticed that someone was staring at me again, I looked at the tree next to a window nearby and saw an owl looking straight at me, as if it was hypnotizing me. I only came back to my senses when anica touched me because our professor keeps on calling me. "Ms. Dawson are you listening to my lesson?" She asked.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Lirien murmurs, eyes distant, “he did.” The word did sits heavy in my chest. Before anyone can say more— A shadow sweeps across the table. Wind rushes through the hall, sharp and sudden, extinguishing several candles at once. Plates rattle. Someone curses. Then something lands on the table between the fruit bowl and Ezra’s coffee. An owl. It’s massive. Bigger than it should be, feathers ink-black and silver, eyes glowing faintly gold. It stares at us, unblinking. Every muscle in my body locks.

He brought in a colorful box and said, “Aurora, I told the boss that you earned good grades, so he gave me a fifty percent discount for this!” He put the cake on the table. Then, he happily took out a candle and put it on top of the cake. “Aurora, quick! Blow the candle!” My nose stung. “Harry, I want to quit school.” His hands froze mid-air. “Aurora, what are you talking about?” The table became shaky because of the weight of the cake on it. “I’m serious.” “Aurora, did someone mistreat you in school? If something happened, I can help you—”