Hogwarts Notes の小説・ストーリー

I thought we were at least back on good terms, but it seems like I got ahead of myself again. We all waited until everyone made it, and as we were about to set out, Prince Riven suddenly said, "The map to Blood Moon Academy has been placed in the secret section of your bags. Find your way there as soon as you can. Good luck to those who make it in time." Then he turned away, leaving everyone stunned and clueless. The grounds emptied as guardians and warriors left us to our own devices. While most of us were still confused, some had taken the initiative like the student from top packs.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Wiliam Cork How to use a wand - Lessons for beginners, Get busy and make it snappy by Margaret Speedwell Forbidden ancient spells, unknown author “These are exactly the books you must have. I also picked the same books. But I don't know the purpose of this book, Ance ... ancient spells. We do not have this subject in today's schedule. Actually, we do not have it I our timetable.” “Maybe it belongs to an older student who lost it here.” Johnny politely stopped a hasty student who appeared to be in the 6th or 7th grade and asked if he knew that mysterious book and if he ever had such a course. The girl who seemed very conscientious, a very diligent student, looked at the book, but as she did n

Dawn remarked when she wandered into the room one day after class to see the first Harry Potter book in the brunette’s hands. “Hadn’t had time to finish it”, Lena said. She set her book aside and picked up Goblet of Fire “I’ve marked the page you were on”, she told Dawn as she held it out to her. The teen smiled, took the book from Lena and relaxed onto her bed to start reading. Lena picked up where she left off in the novel. ~0~

The room smelled faintly of crushed herbs and something sharper underneath. I liked it immediately. I arrived early. Only one other student had made it before me, and he barely glanced up from his book as I slipped into one of the workstations near the back. I set my bag down and pulled out my mother’s grimoire. The worn leather cover felt familiar beneath my fingers now. Comforting. I opened it carefully, flipping through the pages while I waited. There was so much information inside. Notes written in the margins. Variations on different potions.

When he left, I was ready to hear the important stuff that Sawyer had to tell us. Sawyer pulls out 4 boxes each box had a symbol on it she passed each of us box and then she gave us each a key on necklace, then she pulled out a folder that had a bunch of papers in them and she started with the first paper. She pulls it out and she starts to read it. She tells us that this a prophecy that the was written by the first witches of the Ravenclaw Coven. When she said that name it rang a bell that was the coven that all our mother belongs to when they were growing up.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

Opening one of them would feel as if I am accepting the invitation, no the demand, to attend here. I'm here physically. Doesn't mean my heart or mind is. And my aunt hadn't even packed one book! She must have been so upset to forget to toss any in with my clothes. I stare down at the cold soup on a tray next to the list of tomorrow's classes. 8-9: Magical History 9-10: Magical Theory 10-11: Spells and Hexes 11-11:30: Lunch 11:30-12:15: Gym 12:20-1: Potions

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.