Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Ugly Creature

Just spit it out, Harry," Brooklyn said. "Do you believe in supernatural creatures?" Harry asked. "Supernatural creatures?" Brooklyn said and giggled slightly. "Really?" "Brooklyn, I'm being serious," Harry snapped. "They're not real," Brooklyn said. "What if they were." "They're not." "But what if." "But they're not." "Babe, they are." "Harry-" "Shut up," Harry said and sighed. "Werewolves," he said. "Werewolves are real." "You said you didn't want me to freak out, I think you're the one going a bit crazy," Brooklyn said. "This is ridiculous, Harry. Just take me back to school.

whimper Ruby. "Dear child, you hold such great powers, that your beauty was hidden by the "ugly" spell." "Ugly Spell?" "Yes. I was hoping that the prince would be able to see through all your ugliness and love you for who you are. I was hoping he would break the spell for you. However, he seems to be the type to love the outer appearance more," said Grandmother Willow. She turned away from Ruby and started to cry. Tear streaks fell onto her pale face.

Irvin couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had heard about this in myths or children stories but never once he thought it could be real. Right before him, stood a very majestic wolf... Well, not a wolf but Pterolycus with an actual halo around his head. He didn't even know that the myths about Pterolycus were true until now. The aura of the creature was so captivating that everyone just stood there to stare in adoration. "Wow!" A sigh released from his mouth in astonishment.

"Come on, Edmund, fight with me for a happy ending, for evil wizards don't deserve it." Instead of Edmund's outstretched hand, the reply Wiggy received was a hard smack in the chest that sent his body bouncing a few meters back. After that, a stone ball stopped right in front of Edmund, turning into a hunchbacked Troll covered in moss, the creature helping the King to his feet. “Are you all right, Your Majesty?”

He looked at me as he heard me coming out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll go now," I said and started to head for the door. "Wait!" I halted. "Stay for a minute. The party is kinda boring," he said. True. It was kind of lame. Spilling beer on the former high school bad boy was the most interesting thing that happened so far. I sat down on the chair in front of him. "You are one of the Brown sisters, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm the ugly one!" I blurted out.

“Silly me.” ”Are you a gargoyle?” I asked stupidly. It snapped its beaked angrily at me and I squeaked as I walked away as far as possible from the angry little figurine owl. “Don’t you dare compare me to those ugly gray beasts!” it flew towards the near table across from where I was, flawlessly and silently. “I, stupid human, am a beautiful figurine made from the best and biggest redwood tree.” I racked my brain for the term of a magical figurine that moves. I snap my fingers, pointing at it. “You’re a shabti!”

And the face she begrudgingly copied was of the girl who she knocked out, tied, and gagged behind her closet doors. By tonight, everyone at the castle was buzzing about the party. Her party. But to Clara, it only meant her actions were restricted. She stared down at the tin tub of scuzzy water, full of loathing. A light tug on her dress pulled her attention from the dishes. Peering down, a small smile curved her lips at the sight of another dear friend. A cute and tiny four-legged creature looked up at her with his innocent beady eyes. The fur that surrounded his eyes was spotted in a different shade of purple. Two feathery wings were sticking on either of his sides, and two baby spiral horn

I took a step forward and at the highest volume I could manage, I called out, “W* hoooooo.” The ogre immediately lost interest in the others and fixed its eyes on me. It’s hard to properly describe the face of something so hideous. Think of a boxer who should have retired from the ring a long time ago. Then make him play rugby. And give him a collapsed nose from doing too much cocaine. Now set his hair on fire so it only grows back in odd patches. That person would be Miss World compared to this monstrosity.

She is even uglier than the Virganians! (Virganians- the ugliest type of an ogre. An S class monster) 'hahaha' Everyone who heard what the latter said laughed. Tsk. If I cut off their heads, let's just see if they are still beautiful afterward. "Shut up all of you! You have no right to and insult her! You are beautiful and handsome but your character has been rotting in hell for a long time! Another word and all of you will end up in the detention room.” Lia shouted so they all fell silent

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.