Harry Potter Scorpius 소설 & 이야기

Cyrus appeared in my office, sitting on a couch. I glared at Cyrus "stop teleporting into my office unannounced" "Master Cyrus" Bronte greeted Cyrus. Cyrus is from the lineage of powerful Sorcerers. Scarlet was once the most powerful witch but after her death, Cyrus became the most powerful Wizard. When Scarlet died, the witches became an enemy to us saying we killed Scarlet, except Cyrus, he never blamed me for the death of his sister but that doesn't stop the witches from causing a ruckus among the Lycans.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Aidan explains, pointing towards the new guy known as Thomas, he was quite tall with dark black hair, maybe around his late twenties early thirties. "I don't work with guys I met seconds before we leave" Anthony almost growls out looking towards the two guys, he's never acted like this around me, is this what's he's actually like? "I don't know you from Adam, how do I know you ain't a grass?" He questions the new guy, who brings his hands out his pockets looking in our direction. "Trust me sir, I've heard many things about you, there is no way I would double cross a guy with your record" the guy explains holding his hand out for Anthony, who just stares at him, what kind of record this has

Every time an experiment failed, when I was exhausted and my spiritual defenses were at their weakest, Clark would hold me, gently stroking the back of my neck to comfort me. But now I knew. He wasn't comforting me. He was using a special needle to siphon my core talent, my very essence, to be "absorbed" by Layla. He wasn't just stealing my results. He was draining my very soul, drop by drop. My hand was shaking, but not from sorrow. From rage. At the very bottom of the safe lay a scroll. I unrolled it. It was a draft of a blood oath, written in magical ink.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

My body shut down finally, it's over… Moments later, I found myself lying on the floor, covered in various potions and antidotes. But there was something else, a black scorpion poison. My protective spell has enclosed it into a bottle and caged it. It fought hard to escape the moment I stood before it… more like it felt me, it knew me. “Johan! So it was you!” Shit… Bella, you drank that water… you're in real trouble… “Or wait, he was supposed to have found her by now… damn it!”

After that, Stephen gave a slight nod and said, "Very good! In that case, have you got a seat ready for him?" Instantaneously, Sara responded "yes," and then she turned to look at Mr. Joe, who, of course, had comprehended the situation and whispered to Small Hand, "Call Harry here!" Stephen's mood immediately improved upon his first glimpse of Harry. Stephen felt a great deal of surprise after Sara whispered something in his ear. Here is what she said: "So you're saying it's the Claw of Cerberus, the Three-Headed Dog? What gives you the ability to do such things? I'll buy you a drink if you give me the chance."

Lexie finally raised her voice seeing Abby becoming frantic with each passing second and it became necessary to bring her back to her senses. But Abby wasn’t listening. Her eyes were wild, her breathing ragged as she began to scream, not caring about anything. “No! You stole him from me! You’re a witch, Lexie! I know your truth, you know how to twist people's minds! You have hypnotized him!!”

Alex muttered to himself. The problem was that the golden phoenix scorpion was a demonic beast. It was usually level six, but some of higher and lower levels also existed. If Alex were here, he could destroy hundreds in minutes. But the situation now was, he was a defenseless scholar. By the looks of his frail little body, even the weakest of golden phoenix scorpions could kill him, not to mention the particularly vicious spawns! He looked at the sun, then at the endless desert, and then at the stone the size of a steamed bun in his hand.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.