Hermione Granger 2024 Novels & Stories

"Come on in." The door opened and he saw his Deputy-Headmistress enter his office. Her face didn't look good. Well, at least for him it didn't look good. After more than 40 years working together as his right hand woman, he could say that he could differentiate the faces of Minerva McGonagall, Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts School, Head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle. "Albus, what is the meaning of this unscheduled feast today?"

she spat bitterly and I frowned. "Excuse me?" I squeaked in surprise, not knowing why she was angry with me when I was the one who was kidnapped and even tried to run away but was caught. "Oh, don't mind her," intervened another dishevelled and exhausting looking wife. She had dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks were sunken in and her dress looked creased, "Katherine is always moody, and looking for a fight when there's really no reason for it," she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks."

Since Hermione’s leg injury had just healed, she could not move properly yet. In addition, her cultivation base was initially inferior to Ynes’, so how could she be a match for Ynes? Alex hurriedly intervened and blocked Ynes. He turned around and asked Hermione. “Do you know her?” Hermione had Alex’s help, so she stood fearlessly behind him and said, “Of course I know her. She thinks she’s some kind of Holy Maiden and is full of herself. She’s waiting for a good offer so that she can sell herself for a good price!”

I was confused to see the number of chairs set at the dinner, with the staff walking all around to make sure all were in equal proportion. I knew Freda could be quite extravagant sometimes, and she might have invited her friends over for a family dinner. Who was I to decide how she spends her cold-earned money? I decided to sit it out and watch as it all played out. Then, a BMW roadster cruised into the family mansion, blinking lights and screaming luxury, and I knew just who it was. It was Hermione, the young family witch. Dressed in a three-piece Italian suit and heavy shades, her neatly creased trouser was evidence of the wealth that radiated all around her. She carried around her an air

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

she said and re-offered her moist hand. In 2020, Helena Bonham Carter would play the role of Eudoria Holmes, mother to the Holmes siblings Mycroft, Sherlock, and Enola. But since Kate doesn’t have Nostradamus’s blood in her (and she hasn’t come across any articles online about the development or casting of the future movie, Enola Holmes), she doesn’t know this yet. In Kate’s mind, Nurse Judy is still the fairy godmother of Cinderella.

Her eyes then darted to the contract that was on the table, and she reached for it. “So it’s true, I can’t believe this.” She threw it back on the table, “I can’t fix this, so we better get someone who can. And that’s mom.” HERMIONE’S POV “Please Grace, help me do something about this immediately. I want it taken down.” I paced around in my living room, my phone on my ear. “I can try to get this under control, but while the internet is eating this up, it’ll be quite hard to debunk it immediately. It might take a few days.” Grace replied,

"You're telling me you let him choose a designer for you? Pick out a gown for you? And you didn't have the weakest nerve to tell him you hate too bold flowers in your dress?” “Oh God! Zara, just stop talking please!” “I've spent the last few days racking my brains with bugs. Can I get a moment of silence without these rambling in my ears?” “You're gonna walk around tomorrow looking like Cinderella? Come on, Hermione. When did you become this person?" she groans out, her head dropping with defeat. "Babe, please just… just fucking calm down, okay? I just don't want them to hear us." I pick up a wine glass from the table and tip it to my lips.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"