Harry Potter Talking Head Novels & Stories

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.

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

A small odd looking man runs in the police station out of breath, shouting that he needed to talk to someone, Blake took a look closer to see it was all dirty and beaten up. "Listen, I need to talk to the lead officer of the Freya Richards or Edwards, whatever the fuck her last name is! I need to talk to someone!" He shouts, this immediately gets Blake's attention causing him to rise out his chair. Jacob walks out his office looking over at Blake, where they both make their way over to him, the guy continued to shout until he looked over at them. "Are you the people I need to talk to?" He asks looking between both men, Jacob nods while Blake crossed his arms studying the guy.

Harriet asked Yuha. The man blinked at her, suddenly stuttering. “O-oh, right. Sir, Ma’am, O great stone... can you hear me?” The sight of a usually evil guy talking to an inanimated object stuck in his forehead made Liam and Arai’s jaws drop low. At the same time, Zaha covered his face after feeling secondhand embarrassment for his brother. Contrary to them, Harriet seriously observed. When Yuha sadly shook his head, Harriet sighed. “Nothing, huh?”

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

Her long silvery hair was extremely eye-catching. There was a rumor that her hair became silver because of her cultivating method in the past. Her hair made her look surreal and different from the rest. A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe with a calm demeanor walked to the judgment stand and spoke in a thick voice, “Silence, please.” The man’s voice was heard throughout the whole school although he was not holding a microphone! It was obvious that he had solid Internal Energy! Everyone shifted their attention onto him in an instant. Katherine whispered, “Darryl, didn’t you mention that you wanted to see the principal? He is the one talking on stage right now, his name is Graham Potter.”

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

I snorted "So you want us to suddenly act like we're best of friends that can stay in the same room without fighting?" "No, I want us to act like adult" He corrected "Let's just talk in private where there are no distractions or anything anywhere, just the two of us" He unconsciously bit his pink tongue in a sexy manner, staring at me for some seconds before he continued "And maybe.....I can tell you the things on my mind" I blinked, replaying his last sentence in my head: 'I can tell you the things on my mind' Harry wants to talk about the things on his mind?

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H