Harry Potter Reading Age Novels & Stories

I asked. " N no, ma'am. " She said. " Lovey, my name is Lovey. " I said. She nodded and fixed her eyes on her lap again. Did anyone hurt her? I didn't know what kind of environment was back there. I could say it wasn't good. A lot of questions were in my mind. " What's your age? Do you know how to read and write? " I asked her. " She's twenty years old. " Harry replied again.

Harry said irritably, "We're obviously the ones who saw it first! Shouldn't everything be on a first-come, first-served basis?" "Whose kid is this? If I like it, then it's mine!" the woman snapped. Harry might have handsome features, but the childishness he portrayed made it obvious that he was only around 18 years old. The rich woman was already 45 years old this year. If she were any younger, she might just be attracted to Harry's type. It was a shame that only men in their 20s knew how to please others! This was why Harry was spared from the traumatic ordeal of being harassed by this older woman.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

Picked up his library card and went to the librarian. "Ahh, Harry? You want to borrow another book?" Greeted Lis, a girl aged 25 years and 2 years older than Harry immediately stood up as she looked at Harry who was walking towards her. It was no secret that the librarian liked Harry so much, that even Harry himself was confused about how the girl knew him. Harry was uncomfortable dealing with him but forsake of Kirey. Harry was willing to face Lis for the books that Kirey had borrowed. The reason he came to this library was also to be able to lend Kirey a lot of books.

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

I stare at him, then grab a bottle of water and head to the room. I sit up against the headboard, legs crossed, and turn on the TV. “What you watching?” he asks. “I don’t know. Something on N*****x. What do you wanna watch?” “Something good for the baby,” he says. I blink. “Like what?” “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.” I stare at him. “Are you serious? You’re a pothead.” “I am not a pothead,” he argues. “But yes, I wanna watch Harry Potter.”

If you want to see them always happy, never argue, and live in a fantasy world, this is not the book for you. - You must be at least 16 years old to read this book; it is intended for adults rather than children. - Constructive critique is welcome, but harsh comments will be removed! - Please be respectful of other readers' opinions; there's no need to impose yours on them. That's all. Now dive in and enjoy the ride. Happy reading!!

The one with the café that has the good hot chocolate? "That's the one." "And I can get three books instead of two?" Klaus knew when he was being negotiated with. His daughter was going to be a terror in business someday. "Three books. But only if you're completely silent for the next hour." "Deal!" Cassidy hopped off the desk and scampered back to her corner, grabbing a thick chapter book from the pile and settling in with the kind of intense focus that always startled Klaus when he saw it. Four years old and reading Harry Potter. Four years old and bored by basic arithmetic. Four years old and already running circles around the adults in her life.

I spoke in my defense but I was still smiling. "She's mad at you. She looked like she might cry anytime and you're laughing?" Harry said with a frown. "Aww are you mad too?" I laughed on his face and his mouth opened wide in disbelief. "You're unbelievable." He said and rolled his eyes. Harry was almost my sister's age but still a bit younger than all of us. He was 19 while me, Calvin and Mia were 25. He was too young to be in a group of hunters and to be exposed to such amount of dangers. But the amount of skills and intelligence that this young man had was irreplaceable.

"Look at her. She's so young and looks like a college student. You're already in your thirties. I don't have to call her little sister-in-law." Harry frowned. "Is Charles trying to tell me that he's old?" "Don't call me that in the future." Harry would never admit that he was old. However, he had to admit that Stacy really looked young. Charles smacked his lips twice. "Fine. Eight years old is not a big difference. Just when she was ten years old, you were already an adult. When she was an adult, you... weren't that big..." In the face of the spring breeze-like smile of Shang Harry, he immediately changed "you are old" to "not big". He was afraid of the spring breeze, and the next moment, it