Harry Potter Rat Man Novels & Stories

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

Neither was running barefooted, in the rain. While I ran, one of the wolves suddenly lurched himself at me, pushing me to the ground. He was large, I'll give him that. He had grey fur and orange colored eyes. He growled at me and my heart sank. The rest of the wolves were quickly approaching, so I did the only thing I could do. I muttered a spell which immediately transformed me into a rat. This threw the wolf off guard and I quickly ran off. I made my way into one of the dark alleys, keeping in mind that the spell had a disadvantage. If I remained in form of a rat for more than three minutes, I would remain like that, for the rest of my life. Two minutes after I'd transformed, I ran into a

He was wearing an all-black outfit while sitting on the open window. His image was seen as the curtain flattered every time the wind blew together with the skirt of his cloak. His right knee was bended on the top of the window while his right hand was on it's top. And his shadow created a horrible image in the floor. "Elixer, I told you..." The low tone of his voice was heard and he showed the dead ghost rat in his hand. He made it to float in the air and... "Blag!" The unknown man threw the dead ghost rat on the floor. After that, he jumped out of the window whole following the movement of the falling rat. He stepped on it and made a loud sound. The ghost rat turned into ashes and his face

Victoria Bella Washington; I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. Was Vincenzo Dante Volkov truly a madman hiding in a deceptively normal human body? Fear clenched around me like a vice, freezing my scream in my throat. My eyes stayed glued to the gruesome scene before me—a poor man, alive but helpless, being devoured by ravenous rats. Who would’ve guessed those tiny monsters could turn so vicious? Then again, a bucketful of them could become a force of terror.

“That rat had to be dealt with.” “Yeah, boss, but how did he manage to get the intel to the rival gang? We’ve been careful,” another voice chimed in. Harry laughed, the sound sending chills down my spine. “There are always rats in the shadows. But they’re not as clever as they think. They’ll slip up, and when they do, we’ll be waiting.”

The one in the center was yelling the verses in an unknown language. Despite the terrifying scene, that could leave anyone lax, the big-brown rats were running and jumping around with no care in the world. They were busy measuring one corner to another and at times, were stealing the preserved meal in the forgotten containers. Their holes, although, were dug outside the cave, yet they found the forbidden zone interesting to explore. The only thing that was stopping them from bringing down the shelves was an electric sensation passing through the rusted metal. Whenever any rat touched the rack, it dies on the next instant due to shock. It was obvious that some kind of magic was cast to repel

While he was on the way, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared behind him, and the man seemed sneaky. The man did not say anything either. He just stared at Thomas as he took his phone out and compared Thomas with his phone from time to time. Thomas felt strange because of the man’s stare, so he asked, “What are you doing?” The middle-aged man kept his phone away, grinned, and extended his arm. “Nice to meet you, I’m Rocco Hamilton. People call me Red Rat. I’d like to be friends with you,” he said. Thomas ignored him. “I’m not interested.”

If Eallric had been told by an authentic soothsayer that he'd see what he did next with his eyes, he'd had refused to believe vehemently. About four hundred metres from Eallric (on the side of the expressway he'd been coming from - farther from Radford Glade) was a man? No! Wizard? With a tipped black hat and robe that flew after him like a cape as he kept swinging in and out of reach of a beast? - skillfully, on a broom, at an incredible speed.

By this time, its body had almost sunk to the bottom of the vat. The Demonic Rat looked around in a panic. However, because the visibility of the Soul Cultivation Liquid was too low, it could only see a human figure near it. However, no one could tell who it was, what it looked like, whether it was a man or a woman. Outside the vat, the heavy footsteps of Ten Thousand Thought Savage Dragon were getting closer and closer. The demonic rat could even feel that Ten Thousand Thought Savage Dragon had already walked to the front of the vat.

he approached him slowly and knelt in front of the chair. Jimmy's entire body was shaking with fear, but a part of him was calmer thanks to the smell that emanated from the man, a beautiful smell of orange blossom along with lavender. "Who are you?" he asked. The stranger pulled his hood down to uncover his long, straight black hair that descended a little bit below his shoulders. He was a beautiful man with radiant tan skin and gorgeous purple eyes that illuminated his entire face. "I am a wizard." the man said with a comforting smile. "My name is Ruvyn."