Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Woods

The Queen said with a smile. Zita smiled and hugged the Queen. “Thank you, mom.” She said as they peeled from each other, “Mother, there is a house in the woods.” The Queen frowned, “What house?” “I don’t know, it is scary and haunts my dream anytime I close my eyes.” “But, which of the woods are you talking about?” “The west wood. I think a sorcerer lives there,” “A sorcerer?” The Queen was taken aback, “There is no sorcerer in the kingdom.” She with unmasked worry.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

He asked taking my hand in his as he led me in. “No she hasn’t actually. She has promised to I guess we just haven’t found the time.” I said. “There are a lot of places that Silverwoods has, it wasn’t hard to construct because we have the resources and the time. It would not be smart to spend your whole life somewhere and not make use of it.” He said as he took me to a booth where I sat down and got comfortable. “On the weird side of it, It is a werewolf kind of diner.” He said to me and then he picked up the menus that were on the table and pointed to one for me.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

yet. “Roselyn Arahoz?” says a deep, manly voice, breaking me and Kate from our moment. I turn around to the voice, to find a man in his mid fifties staring from me to Kate, as if recognising us. I stare at the man, trying to figure out how he knows me, until the bells ring in my head. Our debate councillor. Our trainer. Mr. Potter.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

The students complained "Yes, now. The instruction's simple, find the inn we are assigned to using the map we gave you, Kou's group will have to go through the forest, Yoon's group will have go through the mountains...." ...This is no good... I suck at directions... plus... the forest... I'm not really that fond of forests... In horror movies, the forest is often filled with serial killers or vengful ghosts. Then our moderator left with the bus after saying, "The last one to get there will be assigned to wash the dishes."