Hogwarts Drawings Easy Novels & Stories

Everything that inspires me ends up in one of my sketchbooks. On one hand, I'm excited to show my "lovely" boss some of my drawings because I'm proud of what I've put into each of my sketchbooks. On the other hand, I'm terrified of putting myself out there, of being judged. Art isn't for everyone. I started drawing mainly out of boredom. I was in that fangirl phase obsessed with Harry Potter, convinced that soon a owl would fly through my window to deliver my Hogwarts letter. I didn't know how to pass the time, so I decided to try drawing Hedwig, and that's when I discovered I was incredibly good at it.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

"What will we draw?" "You will draw something or someone that means a lot to you, Danae. And once you are done each one of you will show and tell a story about your drawing with the rest." I gaze at the female with her long neatly groomed braids who is sat closely next to Calix as I answer her. These two are Argus's closest friends. "Can we draw butterflies?" "Yes, you can." "Can I draw my favourite fruit? It is an apple." "Yes." "What about the hut I live with mama?"

he asked, holding up a small piece of paper that had been tucked beneath some files on my desk. My heart froze. It was one of James’s drawings—something he had slipped into my handbag one of the mornings before going to boarding school without my noticing. I saw it when I came to the office and have kept it in the top drawer of my desk ever since. A bright, childish scrawl of stick figures, one of which was unmistakably labeled "Mummy."

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

I refuse to see it this way. Hoisting myself up to the first branch of a stumpy apple tree, I situate myself with a perfect view. While balancing the notebook on my lap, I tug the pencil from my pocket and begin drawing. With broad and light strokes, I sketch the frame of the mansion before including windows for the rooms and open balconies. The prince of this castle will want fresh air and a cosy space to admire his beautiful land. The towers at the top are spiralled with gold edges, glistening in the eternal sunshine. The plants and vines blossom with flowers so big the hummingbirds nearly drown in the nectar.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 10:20 PM A blue magic circle with a raven on its center appeared in the front of the main entrance of Hogwarts' castle and Erik materialized from it. The blue light faded and Erik walked inside the castle, the closed entrance doors opening automatically for him to enter. Erik walked through the empty great hall and searched through the wards for his wives. Finding them inside the library, he walked to it.

I was however after a specific spell, the channeling spell. I knew what I was getting into and yet it was the only option I had if I wanted to defeat the evil wizard. As I skimmed through the drawings, one caught my eye. There was a large candle in a tin of water, with two large pots of plant on either side. On the far end of the page, a bird soared high with a ring of fire placed around one of it's legs.

It is a small valley just outside the city and is protected from sight by nearby mountains. Taking the pencil tip, I trace the glowing lines that only I can see. It looks a bit like one of those tracing toys that kids get with the gears and the circles, a spirograph, making a hollow web that frames the spot where I just put the circle. I then take the attack points and draw lines leading them back to the center where I drew the dot. An Elven Mage standing around the edges gasps. "The wolf just drew a spell chart. How is this possible?"