Harry Potter Wand Guy Novels & Stories

the man shouted loudly, bracing his feet against the wall of teeth. Kendrick exhaled deeply, closed his mouth, and pulled him away a moment as he asked in a world-weary tone, "All right...let's hear it." The young man steadied his breath, swallowing hard as he spoke to his would-be predator, "I-I am a wizard." A look of skepticism crossed Kendrick's face. "I've got a potion that I have created that you would want. And if you promise not to eat me I'll give you this potion." The man explained quickly.

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. “Dandridge is coming with us,” he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he’s still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry’s face are telling and there’s a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

"Have you found anything?" Harry asked. "No, sir," his assistant replied, whispering through the phone. "The staff here are very secretive, and Mr Xander himself is rarely seen. Some people say..." "Say what?" Harry asked impatiently. "They say that Mr Xander isn't even a real person," the man said. "They think he's just an imaginary figurehead made up by someone much darker and more powerful." "I didn't ask you to fetch me stupid rumors," Harry snapped, glaring at the phone. "I sent you there to do a job and do it well. You don't want to know what will happen to you if you fail me."

"When that day comes, I will prove it to you! I can defeat a hundred Warrens all on my own!" Harry straightened his back and put his hands on his hips, shrugging. "I wonder why Blair didn’t pair me with Warren instead.I’m the one who needs a stronger opponent.Have you seen the small, skinny kid he paired up with me? Does he really think that lowly of me?" I casually glanced at the werewolf Harry was paired up with. It was John, whose hair was cropped neatly in a crew cut. He was very thin and short with fair skin.His eyes seemed too big for his face, which made him look like a bug that could easily be squashed.

A dark cape was draped over his shoulders, flowing behind him as he approached. "Finally. They weren't wrong about you. Balthazar really made you into the lethal weapon he didn't expect himself," the figure laughed evilly before his eyes fell on Balthazar in pity. To my shock, Balthazar bowed his head in fear and respect before the man. Who was this figure that could make Balthazar bow? "The great hybrid who can cast spells without needing a wand," the figure taunted, looking at me with unimpressed eyes. "But not the first one."

Warren waved his hand and brandished the pistol blades made of hardened light. Drool oozed from the edge of Zealot's mouth, and a smile curled the edge of his mouth, "Wow, the Tinkerbells really did a number on you," He pricked his finger on the tip of the spectral blade and sucked on it. "You are something else kid, I'd say you are the Ultimate fairy slayer." A modest shrug came from Warren, and Archon appeared and took a bow. Zealot almost fell out of his chair, "How is it doing that, and can it hurt anyone?"

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Perhaps Queen Haelyn cast a spell on me yesterday to change my mind… It won't take long before I would eventually love this place and abolish my plans…no, I can't let that happen. And that wand, this is my first time to see it up close like this, I only thought this only happens in the movies. “Can I touch it?” She shook her head, “I would like to, but every wand would electrify anyone who touches it except its owner.” Ah, I see. That’s pretty understandable must be because of my harry potter dreams and the fantasy movies I watched last time in the human world….. So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

he chuckled sadly. I looked at him as I felt guilty and sad for him. I said-" N-No it's not like that, but the thing is I don't know much about the wand yet. Granny said to keep it safe and once the time come she will tell me. I haven't used it in a while and I use it only when it is necessary" He gasped as he heard that and said-" don't tell me you don't know the power of the golden wand yet?" I nodded slightly as I felt a little embarrassed. He sighed and said-" I have something which will help you to know more about the powers of the golden wand. I can help you!"