Harry Potter Web Novel Novels & Stories

Harry now wants to eat more spicy hot pot. Thinking about how Harry really couldn't eat much just now, afraid that he would be hungry again at night, Grainne casually said: "So do you still want to eat spicy hot pot now?" Harry immediately opened his eyes wide and answered loudly, "I want to! I want! Of course, Harry wants to eat spicy hot pot! Mommy, can I really eat?" Grainne smiled and nodded, she looked at Carwyn but saw him frown. He asked softly: "Spicy hot pot?" Carwyn, actually Shen Mu, he hasn't eaten in a long time Spicy hot pot, the previous time was also ten years, while in college. He didn't expect that a consort like Grainne and Rich young master Harry likes to eat this street

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “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.”

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when he possessed one of these flames. When she told Steven, who had gallantly taken the books from her to carry them, that she was done, he then asked her if she didn't mind if they went to see for him as well and Cassy, ​​who was curious by nature, smiled and told him that there was no problem. When they arrived at a section reserved for warriors she saw him go straight to the back and she realized that where he had stopped all the books were sealed and could not be opened. Suddenly she saw him grimace

The room was filled with the musty scent of old parchment, a scent that had become comforting to her over the years. Her fingers delicately traced the spines of the scrolls, her sharp eyes scanning each title and inscription. She was looking for something specific, a spell that had eluded her memory for too long. It was a spell that could potentially unlock the secrets she so desperately sought. Isolde watched from the shadows, her keen eyes fixed on Seraphina’s every move. There was a subtle tension in the air, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. She couldn’t afford to underestimate Seraphina. If anyone within the coven had the potential to unravel their web of deceit, i

She bustled around, preparing the tea, I assumed. I sat at the small wooden table, watching Nyla creep toward a woven basket overflowing with bottles and strange objects. The key had to be in there somewhere. "The... the road was long," I managed, trying to deepen my voice. "Oh, but you're here now. That's all that matters." She set a steaming cup in front of me, and the sweet smell got stronger. "Drink up. It will help with your tiredness." I lifted the cup but didn't drink. Something about this felt wrong. Well, more wrong than pretending to be a dead man to trick a crazy mage.

Exactly how I needed to look. "Have you forgotten that you were injured last night? You must’ve gotten the scents mixed up," I said to Vivi as I grabbed my black bag from the table. "I guess so," she murmured in my mind. I brushing off the nagging thought as I stepped out of my room. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked swiftly down the hallway, but my mind drifted to Harry. Without thinking, my pace quickened. When I reached his door, I turned the knob and pushed it open without hesitation. There he was, already awake, sitting comfortably on his bed with a novel in his hands. The title caught my eye "Lycanthropy."