Harry Potter Passwords Novels & Stories

What the hell would his password be? How was I supposed to know? Maybe if I managed to read the damn journal, I’d figure it out. I tried a few things; Ford, werewolf, wolf, beta, Elliot, Jesse… But nope, that didn’t work. I only managed to get myself locked out for ten minutes. With a heavy sigh, I shut the laptop again and wrestled my way back out of the chair. Ford was waiting by the door, his head crooked to the side, as he watched me. I stepped past him, my leg brushing up against his side as I went back to the bed.

“Mr. Harrison's vault isn't so hard to open after all, that is why he has a lot of security guards and cameras all over the building, all you have to do is press in the password backwards then the first local gets unlocked, then you need a biometric scan to get it to unlock but in case of emergencies, he said there is a code.” “That sounds easy, what is the code and the password?” Draven asked. “The password is bitch and the code is 894210.” She replied with a smile and Henry chuckled. “Harrison isn't so tough after all.” “That is great, that should be easy.” Henry said. “How do you get the Sapphires out?” Allison asked.

The next day, I took the new application form to school to get it stamped. Watching that bright red seal marking my departure land steadily on the paper, my heart suddenly felt hollow for a moment. I stood there dazed, and someone stepped in front of me. Lena frowned slightly. “Harry, did you change the password to your front door? After I walked Michael home yesterday, I immediately went to find you, but the door wouldn’t open at all…” I cut her off and said simply, “Yeah, I changed it.”

I gave up on thinking of a good password for my phone. Penny, being a genius, only took about five seconds to crack the code I thought of for an entire day. Seriously, I thought that my new password, ‘supermanpanties,’ wouldn’t be so easy to figure out.

I looked down at the figure who had been silently standing in a corner the whole time—Harold. He gave me a slight nod, and I smiled. "What's the rush, Mr. Leed?" I raised the microphone. My voice was tinged with amusement as I asked, "You want the password for that trust fund, right? I'll tell you what it is." Jeremy's movements froze for a moment. "The password is the username for Zachary's overseas gambling account. That's an interesting password, wouldn't you say?"

"I’ll keep using it as long as it works." "I hadn’t noticed this before, but you’re quite frugal with yourself." "You know my financial situation back then. How could I buy the latest model when I didn’t need it? I had a company laptop and only used mine occasionally for work at home." Axton nodded in understanding. "What’s the password?" "CatLovers 2410. Capital C and L then put a space after the S and before the number 2," she said, taking another bite of her soup.

Millie pulled Winston to his villa and asked, "What's the password?" "Your birthday," he replied casually. Millie gazed at him, feeling confused. She asked, "My birthday?" "If not, Joanna's birthday?" He looked up, his eyes bloodshot and reeking of alcohol. Millie averted her gaze, lost in thought. When she and Winston were together, the password was always his birthday, 0982. Once, she asked him when her birthday was, and he answered quickly. The joy that filled her was indescribable.

He said as he looked at us one by one. "If you opened this box, you need to type a password to access it so here's the password." "Your own birthday but the tricky thing is that.. add our lucky number.. what is it?" "Seven." I said and he smiled to me. "What's your birthday date champion?" He asked me. "1 August." "So the password will be 0808. Add the number 7 to your date and it's your password." He said reminding us all. "What's inside?" Marie asked.

But Darren’s team never cracked it. I closed my eyes, replaying the conversation, trying to remember every word. Kosta was smart, but he was also predictable. If he used his dead son’s birthday as his first password, he’d likely use something just as obvious for his secondary passcode. The name of his first victim? His dog’s name? His wife’s initials? Think, Mario. Think. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Sylvia’s name flash across the screen. A text.

More than pissed. Did they even care? My entire body warmed and I found myself automatically shoving my knees together. My eyes darted to the others in the room who weren’t paying a bit of attention to us. “Yes uhm, are you able to get past the password,” I said, barely in a whisper. “His password is cherry cough drops, all lower case, no spaces,” he said, nodding. I made a face but began trying to type it. “What a freakin’ weirdo,” I mumbled, shaking my head.