Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Rab Note

Most of the books had scribbles but I really didn't mind as long as I could read. Something caught my eye behind a stack of Enid Blyton's books on the upper shelf. Something shiny. I wheeled back, trying to get a good look at the mysterious cover. Holy. Macaroni. Was that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? I just had to get that book.

She looked deeply into his eyes, immediately falling under his hypnosis. “Becca Hertford, where is the potion?” “Which potion?” she questioned back. “The vampire potion,” he said clearly. “Do you know where the vampire potion is?” She breathed out, “I don’t know.” If the hypnosis didn’t work on Becca, Alexander would be confused whether she was lying or not. But since her eye color turned black due to his hypnosis, he was sure that she wasn’t lying at all. “Well, then,” he spoke up, “Do you know anything about the vampire potion?”

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

Finn returns a short while later and we trip over our words, trying to tell him what happened outside as we lay everything out for the potion. “Now Raven, they have some notes here. I can’t decipher a few question marks too. So hopefully we have everything you need,” Finn stresses. “All we can do is try. And I know you did your best trying to figure this out. Thank you, Finn. I mean it. You have been invaluable on this journey.” I say as I take his hand in mine and look into his eyes so he can see how serious I am. A blush rises up his neck and on his cheeks as he breaks eye contact.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

In fact it was an exact replica except for the words on the spine of the book. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated opening the book. I mean it is a diary, a private bank for your thoughts. I couldn't rob someone else's thoughts. I inhaled deeply as I flipped over the book. Something caught my eye at the bottom right corner of the book. It was written in dark ink at the back of the book so I had to lean in close to make out the intricate scribble. Iris Malcolm My mother wasn't a witch…or was she? I had to know, screw curses. I flipped the book over and pushed the cover aside. There was a note on the first page.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

They also have different creatures and monsters, so I remember myself with them. “Which part are you in?” Zion asked. “I don't exactly know the title, but it was when Harry Potter was on his teenager days …” I replied. “Maybe the second one or the third one? The Prisoner of the Azkaban or The Order of the Phoenix. Have you finished what you were watching before?” “Yeah, why?” He gave me a smile. “Let's watch the next series together, okay?” “But I thought so? You're done with that, right?”

But the question arises, how do I go to choose , do I take a pen to him to draw on, or speak to it, the notebook might be alive, try to talk it first. "I choose earthly level weirdness." When hearing my words, the notebook seemed to come to life, as if it was entwined with black mist, while also constantly turning over on its own, the temperature in the room also at this time became a few points colder, and finally the notebook still stopped at the first page, at which point the notebook appeared in a different handwriting from the beginning and the same as the robot, this time the handwriting looks like a girl wrote the same, but the content is creepy.