Harry Potter: Quidditch Position Novels & Stories

“I’m Zack, by the way.” “Okay,” I said. Another minute later, “Hey, Kimia. What do you call a wizard who is good at calculus?” “Hermione,” I told him. “She’s good at arithmancy, not calculus,” Zack said without missing a beat. I snorted. “No,” he continued, “you call them a mathemagician.” “That was dumb,” I told him, but I couldn’t help grinning. He grinned back. “You’re smiling, though. I’ve got more.”

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Madam Hooch would always, in all staff meetings, ask for new broomsticks for the school. "Yes, Professor… ?" "Hooch, Rolanda Hooch, Lord Ravenclaw. And I'm no Professor. I am the castle's flight instructor and judge for the Quidditch House's Cup." "We will have to change that, Madam Hooch, if you want to, of course. We used to have swords' play and archery classes in the past, but since swords and bows had entered in disuse in both magical and non-magical worlds, we will be introducing a Physical Education class, mainly to teach the child how to move and to focus some of their excess of energy. But answering your question, yes, if the school is in need of new broomsticks, then we will get ne

I sat up from the bleachers, booing for the opposing team. "Actually it's legal. The only rule I know of is for them is not to use any spell that could actually kill another player. ” Venus explained sitting me back down. "What you have to be kidding me!” I screamed as nerves came in, if I knew that they could hurt Zander I would have never let him play. "Sorry Princess but those are the rules." Hades said behind me, I jumped turning around biting my lip holding myself from smiling at his comment. Skimming his spirit wear himself,and actual colors red and black T-shirt that said "GRIFFINS" with ripped black jeans and dark black and red shoes wearing his iconic Gargoyle jacket.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

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

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

he nodded towards the ball at our professor's feet, "or steal or pass it to their team members. They can also block the rivaling team's members or tackle them to the ground by using simple magic or physical force. However, they must only remain near the goalposts or Thrones—which are those three rings." I followed his heterochromatic eyes and found three hoops lined vertically from the ground to high above the air. I frowned, confused about how they got there until Sir Sebastian raised his hand and made another one appear and positioned it to the other end of the field. Damn, so he can control metals.