Harry Potter Pomfrey Novels & Stories

Sir Powen sighed, hugged Professor Morsa, and ran to the health ward. The following day, a loud knock on the door outside awakened the three souls to their confusion. Sir. Powen, with a fresh face, announced that don't forget to go to class on time and try to do well for exams later this month. Sir Powen deliberately waited for Hana and whispered in her ear, "Professor Morsa has a special interest in you and the phoenix fire. If you get help from him, you'll make great strides."

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

Madam Pomfrey quickly extended her hand, and Wharton was done checking her in less than ten seconds, saying flatly, “I’ll prescribe something for her to take for half a month. She’ll be completely healed by then.” “Thank you so much, Dr. Zess,” Zachary thanked him and passed a pen and paper for Wharton to write down the prescription. Kayson furrowed his brows as he spoke up. “Madam Pomfrey can’t take any medication, or it’ll create other issues.” Zachary scowled. “Who are you? How dare you doubt an expert? Get out!” Emma quickly said, “Zachary, he’s my friend, Kayson Yarde.”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Madam Pomfrey quickly extended her hand, and Wharton was done checking her in less than ten seconds, saying flatly, “I’ll prescribe something for her to take for half a month. She’ll be completely healed by then.” “Thank you so much, Dr. Zess,” Zachary thanked him and passed a pen and paper for Wharton to write down the prescription. Kayson furrowed his brows as he spoke up. “Madam Pomfrey can’t take any medication, or it’ll create other issues.” Zachary scowled. “Who are you? How dare you doubt an expert? Get out!” Emma quickly said, “Zachary, he’s my friend, Kayson Yarde.”

Silence followed… heavy, thinking silence. Each of them turned inward, rifling through memory, contacts, old dealings… anything that might even come close. “There used to be an apothecary near the water tribe,” Harry said at last, the words slow, pulled from somewhere half-forgotten. “The healer there was from the East Kingdom, but he was a bit…” “Shifty,” Matthew finished, a faint frown forming. “Not wicked… but not kind either.” Zelda looked up immediately. “How far?”