Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Salazar Slytherin

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Easton noted, but Sally only smiled before taking a sip. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask about it. Dante Azeali, the wizard of the Left Green Wood,” Sally said, and Aurora nodded. “He was the nicest, kindest, and most charming of all men to ever grace the surface of the earth—the one-of-a-kind wizard the coven had ever seen.” Aurora raised a brow at her in surprise and confusion. “What the fuck is she saying?” Easton blurted, earning a scowl from Aurora.

"After Darius and I met the council, one member in particular held a strong interest in me." "Voldemort?" I suggest. Wynter turns to look at me, suppressing a laugh. "Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me."

He wanted to repay Astrid’s kindness to Draco. “I don't know who brought me to the orphanage. But the head of the orphanage said he found me sleeping outside. From afar, he saw the shadow of a man with silver platinum hair. Is that Albus?" Astrid asked incredulously. “Yes, that's Albus. He does have platinum silver hair,” Draco said, nodding his head. “Either this is luck or misfortune. We don't want to judge it, and I hope you don't judge Albus's blessing either," said Lycus Lewis with a sigh.

With a fierce determination, he declared, "You're a Salazar!" "Yes, for now," she retorted, her smirk never faltering. Zachary was fuelled by rage unlike anything he had ever known as he stared down at he. Evangeline crossed both her arms and raised a brow. "What? You want a farewell fuck?"

"She's nothing but a stain on your name, Lawrence. I don't know what madness makes you tolerate her, but it ends here." I exhaled slowly through my nose, temper balancing on the edge of a knife. "You assume too much." Her laugh was soft and cruel. "Do I? A bastard girl, hiding under borrowed silk and borrowed names. Salazar, of all families, she chose theirs. She wants you to believe she belongs. But she doesn't. Not in your world."

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

“When the Veil falls. When the Forgotten Ones rise. And when the world needs a ruler who is neither human… nor cursed… but something in between.” He stepped closer. “Aria is not your enemy,She is your last hope to awaken the queen as well.” “And you?” she whispered. “What are you?” Harry smiled—sadly, almost kindly. “I am the shadow that prepares the throne.” Then he turned, vanishing into the dark. The headmistress sat alone, the chalice almost slipped from her hands. And for the first time, she wondered—who was she really fighting for? For three days nobody saw or heard from Harry.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.