Harry Potter Pansy Mga Nobela at Kwento

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

I chuckled, "That's amusing." He scoffed and went to sit on the chair in front of me. "Are you ready to go on a coffee date with me now?" he asked with a pout. To be honest, he looked so cute and I had a little crush on him. His dirty blonde hair was always tidy and matched his dark green eyes. Not to mention how tall he was and he was also a gentleman. "I'm a very busy person, Henry," I said to him. He blew a sigh, "Oh come on, Rose. Should I kneel?"

Professor Howl stepped into the room and made his way to his desk in the front. A woman followed behind him with silver hair cut in a pixie style and big green eyes, equipped with long lashes. She looked a little younger than Professor Howl and she wore a purple cloak with the hood down and a wand with purple and white gemstones covering the black leather handle, which was tucked in the belt loop of her skinny black jeans. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide, which was evident in the tight clothing she wore. “Everybody, this is my sister, Professor Rosan. She’s here as a special guest to teach you all about charms,” Professor Howl said as he took his seat at his desk.

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Teresa whimpered. Harry slammed her against the cave wall, hard enough to crack the stone. Teresa was barely conscious. Her blood dripped from the back of her head. Harry turned back to me and said, “Are you okay, Ivy?” “Take me to the healer’s place! I need the antidote…” “Antidote?” He raised an eyebrow. “There’s another way to counteract the lust potion. You know…” I shook my head. “No, Harry, don’t.” Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any girl in this class with silver hair.” “Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. I glanced back at John, then leaned forward. “My son—Harry, he’s in this class and he swears there’s a little girl with silver hair. He said she sits by the window and he even tried talking to her, but she wouldn’t respond.”

His closed eyes fluttered open, but they were far from the pair that closed. Pantheia watched in awe, honored to witness such a gigantic wolf appear where there was once a man. Though, when her eyes went to her sister’s, she was also witness to an interesting expression she’d never seen in her sister. Phaedra D’Arcy, known as the heartless, intelligent, and perfect witch of the coven, can also sometimes be a smitten loser.

Coupled with her aura as a strong, independent woman, she sparked an overwhelming desire for conquest in men. Just imagining such a stunning woman submitting to him ignited Harry's excitement. Now, there was another addition of the pure and innocent Penny. Unlike Mabel, Penny exuded youthful vitality paired with a rare touch of innocence. This type of beauty also suited Harry's liking. He had to have them both and he wanted them at the same time! Harry shamelessly licked his lips and he swallowed repeatedly as a lecherous gleam flickered in his eyes. Darren stepped on the stage, his gaze filled with disdain.