Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Ukrainian Ironbelly

“Please, Miss Maleficent,” said Headmaster Kirk. He was groveling in front of Maleficent. The only thing separating them was the wall made of dozens of iron bars. Litters of sweat-soaked the cravat of the man who looked not older than thirty years old. His hands gripped the iron bars as he nudged his face against them, not minding the pricks of electricity wracking his body. Lost in his misery, he stopped minding the spell attached to the iron bars or the wielded connection for some iron bars. His tear-stricken eyes were only pinned to the person before him – the only salvation of his misery.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

Without any warning, Gabrielle pushes the spoonful of ice cream to his mouth making him cough and hold on to his temple as his brain freezes because of how cold it was. "You witch!" He says giggling for which she rolls her eyes. "Mudblood.." She murmurs rolling her eyes before focusing on the screen again. "So Bellatrix when you say mudblood." He chuckles and gulps after she throws him a deadly glare. "You seriously look like her though." "Oh yeah, I can avada kedavra you too!" She replies making him grin before clearing his throat. "How do you feel now...?" He asks seriously after snatching the cup of ice cream again.

She turned her gaze back to their colleagues, who were preoccupied with fighting with the colossal black snake. "Let's go find the Iron Pot, Erica, while the enormous black snake isn't paying attention to us," Olivia instructed her to do. Erica nodded, and they began their search for the Iron Pot all over again. Viktor, along with Remus and Hugo, is currently engaged in combat with the gigantic black snake. Hugo addressed him as "Prince Viktor" by calling him by his telepathic ability. "Please pay attention. I've devised a strategy to defeat that beast," Hugo explained.

“Your pitiable situation is exactly why I’m concerned. It makes you vulnerable, and that means you could be bought. So, I’ll ask you again, Harry—can you keep your mouth shut?” Harry straightens up, his expression hardening. Despite his circumstances, there’s a spark of intelligence in his eyes—a sharpness that catches me off guard. He’s street-smart, like all the kids out here, but there’s something more to him. Something tells me he’s already thought this through.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

“No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.” “Yea..." he looked away before changing the subject. “The Songbird Contest is this Tuesday, isn’t it?” “Yea, how’d you know I was participating?” He just smiled mysteriously. Ivanka was walking her dog Timothy when she saw a Harley Davidson screech to a halt and the guy riding it removed his helmet. He was tall and had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a V-neck black shirt and black jeans. He was the typical bad boy, with tattoos and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. She shrugged and walked away.

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.

So I got myself a spot and sat down as thoughts of what might be happening between the two filled my head. I felt bad. I felt like I was all alone in the world even though there was loud music deafening my ears from the background. “Hey, kyle who invited you?” I heard an unfriendly familiar voice say. I lifted my head to see that it was Harry, boyfriend to Bella. Many believe that Harry will become one of the greatest warlocks as soon as he clocks eighteen and as such, they see him and Bella as a power couple. Unlike Bella, Harry is calmer and a bit friendly but I know better than to engage him in a chat as that could provoke his over a possessive girlfriend.