Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Technology Genius Fanfiction

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

"Thank goodness she ran. Who knows what they would have done to her?" "I'm ashamed they even come from our village. Can't we kick people like this out? They're embarrassing all of us." The gossip continued. Harry finally broke free. Swollen-faced like a beaten pig, he glared at me with bloodshot eyes. "It was the tea you made!" No wonder he was the only one among that pack of degenerates who managed to get into a good university. He was smart, but not smart enough. I stared back, cold as ice. "Tell the police that too."

No one would guess such cruelty and ruthlessness hid beneath that sunny facade. Harry's gaze dropped to his mangled hands. The tendons had been severed. To ensure they could never heal, his fingers had been hacked away one by one. He would never hold a violin again. His career—his genius—was destroyed forever. A hoarse murmur escaped Harry's lips. "Was it Sharon who sent you?" The young man shook his head. "Harry, you overestimate yourself. You're nothing more than Sharon's defeated opponent. Why would I waste effort on someone who could never surpass her in the first place?"

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

he asked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Yes, Professor Dupont, she consented at the last minute," the other replied. "Professor Newton?" asked Dorin as Josiah and the professor led the way out of the dining hall. [Professor Newton is the head of the Technology Department] explained Seb. [She is the lead inventor in the University, even in the whole Empire] "Wow, she's that great, huh?" Dorin said with raised brows. [Yes. And she's a non-magic user. A frail 'plebeian' hardly in her mid-twenties. She's what you might call a genius.]

I shake my head- I am not going to let her foolish words bother me Soon we got home and … Harry, that sentimental fool, rushes toward Alora like a moth to flame. The guards try to stop him - they know better than to let anyone near those silver chains - it is highly refined silver that even I cannot afford to touch my skin. But Harry pushes through the guard with a strength I didn't think he still possessed even after his wolf has been lost "My little girl," he almost cries- eww, pathetic.

Harry runs his hand through his hair as he continues to think crazy things. "Harry, are you actually listening to yourself?" I say to Harry, but he's in another world. "I should've known. To think I thought it was your clingy handmaid—" "How dare you?" I cut him off, but he continued to speak like he didn't hear my words. "But instead it's the hipster teacher. Is that why you're always visiting her 'class?' Using seeing the kids as a cover to meet your lover. You're disgusting, Isla!" He spits out in disgust, and I flinch at his cold, untrue words.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

It means a great deal to me! ＊ 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. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. 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.