Harry Potter Slughorn Novels & Stories

Hagrid then talked about what he had known about the man. "I-I don't know too much about him. He was a Slytheryn, two years ahead of me. He was prefect, and a Head-boy when I was in my 5th year. Top marks student, seemed to have the other Slytheryns in the palm of his hand." "Anything more, Hagrid? Anything can help." Hagrid fidget a little more. "Nothing more. Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mix much that time. But Professor Dumbledore can help you, he was the transfiguration's teacher that time."

“That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.” She ignored me and tried to cast something. “KLAH-ZOOMIA EXPLODIUS!” she screamed, flinging a glowing orb at me. It fizzled. Then turned into a frog. A confused frog, who croaked once and hopped straight into a nearby palace fountain. One of the guards, Sir Helgo—an older knight with half a beard and a big belly—squinted. “Was that a frog spell?” “No,” I said, completely deadpan. “It was revenge.”

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

Once the light has cleared out, the evil Sluagh evil was seen. She was hideous of appearance, mumbling to herself with that dreamy, ghastly smile. Her hair was lank and lustreless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. She was too ugly yet beautiful to behold. She was floating in the air as she stood before Lora’s, unlike Daisy and Dementia who are small fairies, the evil Sluagh fairy was a normal human being. “What is it my child, you sent for me.” She said as her voice vibrated the room.

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.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

But seeing Emma's apparent intrigue, he spoke in a light tone, "How should this snake be raised?" The gray-robed person was taken aback, a mixture of being cherished and terrified. This was the first time Draco had spoken to them in such a gentle manner, making them flustered and unsure how to respond. Quickly, they said, "This is Bich Duong, a talent nurtured by this humble one. Young Master, take a look!" They reached into a side pouch and carefully brought out a small vial, presenting it. "This vial contains a special potion. Its scent is undetectable to humans and animals, but only Bich Duong, raised on this potion, can smell it."

’ I checked myself in the mirror, and after making sure my hair was not looking like a bird's nest by brushing my hands through it for a while, I left the room. I had just taken a few steps in the hallway when I heard human activity and clicking of utensils ahead and decided to follow the sound. There was a delicious aroma wafting through the air as I approached the increasing sounds. I froze as I stared at the scene before me. Behind the stove, in all his glory was Morgan. He was stirring something in the pot and adding in other ingredients with such expertise and a focused gaze, making him look so handsome and sexy that I nearly drooled.

Edwina rolled her eyes at Reina’s words. “Do you even know who that person is?” “Who gives a shit? He’s clearly not very important if I don’t know him!” Reina retorted as she angrily opened a bottle of water. Edwina replied coldly, “Sure, not ‘important’, he’s just Kingsley Shacklebolt.” Reina’s bottle of water fell to the floor with a dull thud as it spilled everywhere. “Shacklebolt? Kingsley Shacklebolt?” Reina almost lost her mind as she grabbed Edwina by the shoulders and demanded, “What’s going on? How could this be? I thought Kingsley had retired from the industry?”

"She's safer where ever she is than here at the moment" **** I watch Harry from my perch against my balcony, laughing and talking with the other humans. Acting passionate about what he was doing, the facade almost fool proof. But I knew that wasn't the old Harry. Whoever has was, was here for a reason, that shadow in the snow was no ordinary person. The egnima glances upwards able to sense my gaze and he waves as confident as ever that he was still able to puzzle me. "How did you manage to get out of the maze at the