Hogwarts Houses Mottos Novels & Stories

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

The return itself had already made a statement. And the school was listening. The main hall of Obscura Arcanum was never truly quiet. Even in winter. Voices echoed off vaulted stone ceilings. Footsteps layered in overlapping rhythms as students carried trunks toward their respective houses. The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed.

I mumbled. “This is the South Wing,” Lara said softly, voice mechanical like she’d memorized the speech. “Most of the dorms are located here. You’ll be staying in Section C, which is mostly first-years. The North Wing houses the arena, the armory, and most training grounds. The East Wing is for the scholars, and the West is restricted unless permitted.” She kept talking and I zoned out. Because what the hell was this? Some Hogwarts-Meets-Asylum hybrid with gods and monsters thrown in for fun?

“This looks more magnificent today.” Dumbledore complimented. “Oh!! Actually I did some refurnishing during the weekend. But here it is, a space has been made for you.” I mumbled as we entered the lift. “And over there.” I pointed at the end of the hall and the door had a bold inscription, “ASSOS. DUMBLEDORE VOLDEMORT”, he smiled as he saw how his name was boldly written. “Woah!! Such formality!!” He snapped.

Madam Pince said while she walked to Susan. Susan gave her a nod and walked to where the librarian's desk was situated with the others following behind her. Arriving at it, she went to where a lonely and old empty lectern was situated by the desk's side. Susan went behind it and caressed the engraving in the wood that depicted the Hogwarts' shield with a book holding the big 'H' and the motto that read 'Scientia non solum in libris est'. "Madam Pince, have you ever wondered why this lectern is located here, by the librarian's desk side?"

It’s huge, with a towering façade that seems to loom over not just the narrow cobblestone road that it’s on, but the entire neighborhood, even if it is the same height. At the top of the building is a series of lion statues, and on the huge wooden double doors is a golden plaque engraved with the House Corbin logo. “It looks like Hogwarts!” she murmurs, grinning. Can she help it that the first book series that ever hooked her was the Potterverse? She watched every movie enough times that she drove Mom crazy quoting Hermione’s lines. And when Hermione walked down that staircase in the pink gown, going from nerdy to drop-dead gorgeous? Her heart exploded, and her imagination went wild. She doe

I felt a small smile make its way onto my lips as her seated position reminded me of a small child waiting to hear a bedtime story. "It's where the students gather in the ballroom to be formally placed in your house. There's the blue house, my house, which are the lykans." "Red house which is Lamia. Yellow house for the seers. Purple for half-caste and green for faes." "There's a huge sporting week at the end of each year where the houses compete for bragging rights and seven free days off of school," Hunter inputted, seeming excited to compete against the other houses as if he's still in high school.

There, resting upon jagged pedestal of obsidian that drank light from the room, was the Aetherium Sorter. Crystalline construct of impossible complexity, pulsing translucent orb holding millennia-old magic within its depths. Not a machine. A judge. Designed to reach into marrow, strip lineage and lies, read raw frequency of soul. It would assign us to Great Four Houses: Ignis for conquerors, Aqua for strategists, Ventus for brilliant minds, Terra for unshakable loyalty. I watched the orb's internal light swirl like trapped nebula, silent sentinel waiting to decide which of us were wolves and which were sheep in borrowed pelts.

asks Machiv. "Not yet. So, well, I guess I have to go into the details, but the rings and wands are at this state mostly blank. But, as you come to know which school of magic you're a part of, say Walpurgis or Parallel, the wand and ring will remember that. And it'll change itself to match that one school you're comfortable with." "So that's how it works," says Hala, nodding along as I do.