Harry Potter Zonko Novels & Stories

she asked. The intruder did not answer and just kept knocking on the door. Charlotte shouted at the intruder, trying to scare him with her loud voice. "You won't get inside unless you tell me you are, son of a b*tch!" The intruder passed through the wall, and a magician appeared before Charlotte. "I am Ezero, a magician who can pass through anything. Hand over that Zodiac you hid on the bed." Charlotte had reason to trust him based on his purple cloak and the wand he was holding. "If you think I'm going to do that, you're the most stupid magician I ever encountered, Ezero."

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 10:30 PM "Wizards really have some very strange ways of transportation." Leona's comment got a chuckle from Erik and a small giggle from Susan and Joan. The wizard in the room looked at Leona like she had grown a second head. She just shrugged. "The fireplace is closed again." Erik said after closing the floo connection. "Erik, dear, that black mark in the rat's arm, It was a slave brand, wasn't it?"

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

He went to Zuno’s house. But Zuno was not there. He entered Zuno’s secret room and looked for the portal. “I know it is here.” He murmured to himself. And he remembered Kaizer’s story. ‘Yes, he also drank a potion to become a human, but where is it?’ Mingchan thought and was looking around but then he saw Zuno’s personal computer and his photo was there.

The little boy kneels at Zayn’s feet, facing the young woman I assume is his mother, and bows his head like an execution is something he was prepared for. “Zayn,” I mouth, terrified, my voice refusing to work. His name cracks over my tongue. I might be imagining the way his eyes twinkle with emotion before they darken to murderous intent once again. “Please.” He turns back to the throne and the rows below, ignoring the numerous, disfigured bodies and body parts strewn across the tiles. The Grand Wizard fumes, fury shining bright behind his dark eyes as he grips his staff–the head of which is an odd orb of some kind that whispers a deep, dark blue kind of magic. “You are not welcome here, hyb

"Over here! That brat is called Frank Lawrence, and he's treating Gene right now… I'm worried he'll find out." "Really?" Zorn remained calm in contrast to Rory's anxiety, even shaking his head and chuckling. "Rest assured I spent a fortune buying those worms from Morhen's black market. They are invisible killers—no one would find them, let alone remove them. They'll eventually burst through their victim's chest. When Gene dies, people would be busy speculating what taboo he'd broken, and we'd fuel those speculations. No one would ever suspect us." "When the time comes…"

Dora stood in front of the tree, looking annoyed and Zuri at his side. The girl patted her witch hat to dust it off. “Well, it hasn’t been 10 minutes, you owe me 5 coins.” "Ngh... Wait, she's an outsider, I said the party members, technically, it doesn't coun-" Before he could finish his sentence, a projectile hit him at high speed, but surprisingly as soft as a cushion. "Idiora! It's really you! You really came..."

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Jackson rushed up from behind Hana and grabbed the neck of Namio Rankle, "I warned you, it looks like you won't let my words get in your eyes, Namio Rankle," Namio laughed hysterically, despite Jackson's hand clenching tighter. At that moment, Hana felt Namio's neck crack at any moment, but in the blink of an eye, what Jackson held in his hand was just a broken flower. Namio Rankle, on the other hand, sat on the top of a tall tree in front of them. It is the wizarding world's swapping; it is said that as long as there is a charm. None of the werewolf's spells could injure it. Hana understood why Namio could be so arrogant. "Just a dump man," Namio's voice echoed. "See you, Hana."