Hogwarts Legacy Dumbledore Novels & Stories

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Then, Nova stood up and asked, "Ms. Helen, what happened to him? Is he still alive?" Helen shook her head. "Unfortunately, Sir Draco is no longer with us. We don't know where he went. Currently, we’re being led by War Legate Dominus, who was Sir Draco's apprentice and a legendary hero who once defended the border and vanquished the Eight Hollows. "Be it Sir Draco or his apprentice, they should both be our role models as we strive forward. I want all of you to remember that."

guessed Lycus Lewis. "Yes, you have a lot of useful information, huh," replied Albus sarcastically. Lycus Lewis knelt on the floor, paying homage to Albus. "Teach me. Protect me, O honorable eldest dragon. I will help and comply with your wishes. Instead, protect my life and teach me to use dragon magic properly," said Lycus Lewis.

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

he whispered, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes, great confusion filled him. Queen Mena glanced at the old man with sharp blue eyes, her face twisted in deep rage just at the sight of him, "Mena is dead" she announced with fierce anger, her royal clothing began to tear apart as a black gown underneath became visible. To the shock of everyone, her hair turned white as snow, its length increased in a rapid growth. A loud evil laughter escaped her lips as she stared at King Arthur shocked eyes, her black nails elongated with so much ease and all Lilia could do was to stand and stare at the strange woman who stood before them.

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

The Minister looked forward to such economic redemption before he concluded his speech. After an hour, the dance floor was opened and the guests displayed their skills perfectly. It was time for people to talk and interact with each other. Ima was walking to the main hall to fulfil her earlier promise when an elderly famous Ex Cabinet Minister called for her. Obediently, she obeyed and the two talked after brief introductions. ‘So how does it feel to be the new owner of Zambia Breweries at your age?’ he asked. ‘I will take it as a challenge and will want to show the previous owners that Zambians are able to run it profitably. Otherwise, it’s a step to the right direction.’

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.