Hogwarts Hats Novels & Stories

“First, I require help choosing a hat of my own.” “What sort of hat are you looking for?” Mr. Humphries asked. “I don’t know. What do you recommend?” “Perhaps this top hat? It is made from real beaver hide, and will withstand the rain.” The vampire let out an irritated sniff. “Top hats are painfully ordinary.” “Would you prefer something a little more eccentric then, sir? Perhaps this fez?” “What do you take me for, an Arab?” “Forgive me, sir—it was wrong of me to even suggest it. Perhaps a bowler? This one has a feather in it.”

The wardrobe was jammed with colorful, exotic garments, but one object caught her eye: a large curved helmet. It was heavy, made mostly of thick leather straps stitched together with tight seams. At the front was a smooth bronze plate with an ornate fire-breathing dragon carved into the metal. The dragon was the zodiac animal of the kings birth year. Chi floated toward her. What are you doing with the kings helmet? Lawrence slid the helmet onto her head, tucking her black hair inside it. Then she opened the other side of the wardrobe, thrilled and nervous about what she had found.

When there was no forthcoming answer, he looked at his own side view mirror and was shocked by the sight that played on the crystal clear mirror of the new car. There were about five witches and wizards-in total on brooms with menacing scowls on their thin faces as they glided through the air towards them. They had dreary, well-worn and battered hats on their head that was pointy like the top of an hill and they had dark robes, too, flying behind them like cape. "Who are those?" Ericson asked as he watched them from the side mirror. 'They must have incredible eyesight', he thought as he watched them force their way through the darkness towards them.

"So let's do it. Susan, do you want to do the honors?" Susan just nodded her head in an affirmative way and extended her hand to leg of the letter 'H' in the Hogwarts shield embedded on the table. Touching it, the section with the Raven in the shield lit up in a soft blue light. Following her example, the Fat Friar extended his hand and touched another leg of the 'H', and a soft yellow light lit up the Badger section of the shield. The Bloody Baron and Sir Robert did the same, and extended their hands to touch the other two legs in the 'H' of the Hogwarts shield, and were answered by each section of the shield lighting up, the Lion with a soft red light, and the Serpent with a soft green lig

There are also sandwiches and other things cut into cat or witch-hat shapes, which are fun to eat. There are quite a number of witch-hats, actually. Some are being handed out, and I got a small one that I could put on my head, and it might sit up there nicely. I also got a big one that I might put on if I have to go outside I'll use it for shade. "Did you see Leonard, by the way?" asks Hala with a smile, and nods behind me.

“would you like me to wear the ropes too?” She giggled. “No. Only witches wear these. Wizards wear a pendant that symbolizes their status in the magic-wielding community.” She laughed again. “But I think your wings definitely announced that you are one of the magical community. So I wouldn't worry about that.” I hurried over and gave her a deep kiss. “While you gather up everything for the rite,” I told her, “I will head down to start breakfast.” She shook her head. “I don't think I can eat.”

Lists of suppliers which were long out of date also showed up once in a while. “The small dent we’ve made has given us so far twenty-three possible items. Five wands, three staves, nine spears, five sceptres, and one pen. Why would a pen be in the armoury?” Eva mentioned as she glanced at the information, she’d gleaned from what they’d found about the possible items. Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task.

he said, his voice nasally and dramatic. "And who might you be?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. "I am the Notorious Nosedive, the Grand Inquisitor of the Black Coats!" he exclaimed dramatically, striking a pose. I stifled a giggle. "The Notorious Nosedive? Well, that's quite a name you've got there." Meanwhile, a woman in a white hat with a fluffy feather stepped forward, her voice tinged with excitement. "And I am Mistress Featherwinkle, the Supreme Hatress of the White Hats!" she announced with a flourish.

“It's not that you are weird. It's because of the hat you are wearing.” “Why is there something wrong with my hat? I try to remember what the hat looks like. It is color brown, and the design is just okay. Although it has a cherry on top of it, it doesn't look weird, so why are they staring? “The hat looks nice. What is wrong with it?” They both laugh at me. “Well, yeah, to you, it works just fine. But here in this village, it is weird to see someone using that hat as it was used for those who will get married.”

Although Viktor simply said goodbye to him, as the priest's son he had imposed himself a missive. Viktor searched his father's closet and found some black priestly robes; With a dark motivation that arose suddenly, he exchanged his traveling clothes for the black priest's robes that once belonged to his father. He waxed his short beard, trimmed his elongated hair and placed a silver necklace with the image of a crow on their necks, this type of necklaces were only used by the Clerics of the God of Death. The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard.