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― 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.

Since that day when Hazard and I met inside the elevator and when I lost his handkerchief, I literally always prepared one with me. I muttered some curses as the two guys with me stares at me to have a grasp of the situation. Virgil who seems to notice it took something from his pocket and gave me one. I almost laugh when I saw its design. Tinkerbell. So adorable. "That's my cousin's," he instantly defends himself. "I won't judge you, don't worry." "Will you please stop teasing me already?" He frowned. "Why am I even here? I should be there, enjoying, drinking, and dancing. Why? Why?"

She was unfazed but he looked at her with wide eyes in fear. “What was that?” He asked her in confusion. “Well I guess that Zoran has gotten access to some of the magic”. She muttered with dread. “What do you mean by that.” She asked him in confusion. “Well every time that magic is used here there are some noticeable side effects and others that aren't so noticeable. What you had just witnessed was one of the more noticeable ones.” She said to him.

He adds which made even more surprised. “W-What? What are you talking about Zion?” Zion pulled his hand away from me quickly and smiled shyly before he takes a huge amount of smoke into his lungs before breathes it out. I was still sitting here stunned by his words but I tried not to let it bother me because he is indeed Harry’s friend. “It’s something best left unsaid.” He tells me before he stands on his feet while finishing his bottle of beer. “I’m going in, will you be okay in here?” I answered his question a nod.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

He knew that Lily was scared, so he said: “I teased you before. We werewolves only transform on full moon nights, on other days just like you - humans. We just move a little faster.” Lily's face was full of suspicion: “Really?” “Of course.” “Okay, so I’m in.” Here everyone was walking, no vehicles, no means other than walking. This castle had a pretty special point, that was. All the rooms were connected to the main hall of the castle to get outside of the city gate. As soon as we got to the main hall, I and Lily encountered the Highness. He was sitting calmly on the large chair near the Wolf King. His eyes were always watching Lily, that made Lily feel unsettled, unintelligible.

"Did Mr. Z reach out to you today?" I went rigid. "No. Who were you drinking with, Brandon?" "Mr. Z himself! Real name’s Jun Hertz. I can’t find a trace of him on the dark web or the official registries, but he’s young and carries himself like he’s backed by a massive treasury. He said he’s been scouting for high-potential tech to disrupt the Kingdom. I laid out our entire kinetic skate-brace project. I’m just waiting to see if he bites."

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

“What if monsters eat him there?” “No,” Reive shook his head, opening the door into their rooms where a dignified Zomzom was sitting on the chair by the entrance. “On the first level, there aren’t any creatures able to harm Scarlet Hoof. And because the horse is attached to... us both, it’ll be quite easy to call it.” The door closed behind them, the zombie got up quickly and came up to the necromancer, holding out his hand. He held a letter in his thin dry fingers.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h