Harry Slytherin Novels & Stories

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

Chapter 63 At the Kings official chamber, “Mom, tell me who is that?” came the impatient Lily’s voice. After receiving the water from the queen and gulping it down, Crysta looked at her daughter. “it’s the soul eater, Draco” she said as she inhaled sharply again. “Draco?” Lily asked her mom and as she repeated the name, Melinda trembled in Steve’s arms. Eric’s eyes landed on Steve and Melinda who stood at the corner of the room.

"I nearly lost my sister. And then I ... I nearly..." Dean cupped his face and made him look at her. “Listen to me. You are nothing like them. I said no, and you stopped. Do you think either of them would have?” He looked away from her in shame and she turned his head back to look at her. “You made the conscious decision, not to be like them. You like Harry Potter?” “Yeah.” He mumbled. “You just told the sorting hat, not Slytherin.” “Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?”

He then walked forward to Henry and whispered, "Harry, Severus is powerful, and he's backed by many powerful figures, especially the Stokes brothers from the Heartless Clan, who are comparable to Tim. "I trust he will take care of the family well." However, Henry chuckled softly. "What if I told you I could handle them? Would you still hand the position to him?" Even though Henry spoke quietly, his words did not escape the ears of those with exceptional hearing. A few were taken aback—no one expected Henry to make such a bold claim. Robert was momentarily stunned as he looked into Henry's earnest eyes. "Are you serious?" "Of course!" Henry responded with confidence.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

He says through the mind link, continuing to go after Fred. Fred's not a normal werewolf. One cold winter about eighteen years ago, I found Fred when he was four years old. He was abandoned in the forest left to die. The strange thing is when I found him he was shifted into his wolf. All my years I never saw a wolf shift that early. The healers couldn't explain it. The only explanation they had was that his wolf must have surfaced early to help him survive that cold winter. No one came to claim him, so I gave him to a family who was willing to take him in. But they brought him back the next day, saying he wouldn't stop crying and that he kept asking for me. When they wouldn't bring him back

Harry quickly introduced himself, not wanting to delay a moment. "Dr. Sugar, hello, I'm Harry, Prince Harry!" Catherine didn't care whether he was a prince or a servant, and she could not care less about his identity. Her impatient expression might have clued Harry in, so he immediately revealed his intention. "Dr. Sugar, I'm Henry's cousin, and among all the siblings, Henry and I are the closest. I'm very grateful for saving Henry today, and I don't even know how to express my gratitude!"