Romans & histoires Harry Potter Story Book

"Go downstairs and look at the documents. We will be a little noisy." Alex pressed the screen of his phone and reached out to her. "Bring the book over for me to see." "A book that children love to read. You want to read it too?" Jessie smiled and gave the book to him. "Harry Potter?" Alex looked at the cover and flipped to the inner page. "This book also filmed a movie." Jessie excitedly explained to him. When she saw him close the book, she bent over to get it. Alex handed the book to her but did not let go.

As usual, Harry always wanted Julia to read him a story before bed. Julia grabbed a bedtime storybook for children from the small table drawer next to Harry's bed. Julia arranged a few storybooks inside the drawer. She had read the book many times, but Harry still loved it. Harry then put his head on the pillow, getting ready to lie down. Julia began reading the book she was holding.

“What? “Uhm, Madam Puddifoot? From Harry Potter? In Hogsmeade Village?” “You like Harry Potter?” Jackson replies with a chuckle. “I saw the movies when I was a child, but I have not thought of them much since, I suppose.” Monica’s smile is bright as she admits, “I love them. I watch all eight movies at least once a year and lost count of how many times I have also read the books years ago. But the first time I read them was with my mom, and we both fell in love with the stories.” “Who’s your favorite? Harry?”

But still, it was nice to have someone to talk to instead of always being by myself. After the class (which lasted five minutes longer because Mr Kramer felt the need to talk about unserious students who were definitely going to fail his class), I was just packing up when my copy of Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban fell out of my bag. I carried it wherever I went, mostly so I had something to read when I was bored. But as soon as Solimar saw it, she squeaked in joy. "You’re a Potterhead?" she asked, picking up the book.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

I searched among the books I kept them in. It wasn’t there. I swear, it was just here. My heart stopped. I searched through every Harry Potter book present on the shelf. Nothing. It was…gone. Was my mind playing tricks on me? I heard the library door shut with a bang. I froze. My hands shook and I slowly turned around. Someone was just here. And that person just took the folder.

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

Especially now that I have offered him a promising solution to his problem. ‘Come on Louis! You can do this. Don’t be scared.’ I told myself. As if that was not enough to boost my confidence, I quickly closed my eyes and stretched out my hand to the shelf which can be easily reached while lying on the bed. When I grabbed the book, I opened my eyes to see how marvelous it was. The name of the book was attractive enough to anyone who has an interest in magic. I sat on the bed and brought the oblong burning candle closer to myself, the only source of light in the room. Gracious enough, the illumination from the candle was able to aid me in reading the book. The first page I opened contained the