Hogwarts Notes Novels & Stories

About my complete lack of any plan for the future beyond "survive high school." At some point, I grabbed Mrs. Wonders's grimoire from where Skye had left it on the nightstand, and we started flipping through it together, reading her notes and observations. Some of it was practical—recipes for potions, instructions for spells. But some of it was personal—little comments in the margins, doodles, jokes she'd written to herself.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile "Huekkk....!" Kirey pretended to vomit when she heard those words. She then looked at Lis who just chuckle not like looking at her who pretended to vomit. Meanwhile, this time Harry seemed to be holding something in his body. He just looked at Kirey and told the girl to be quiet. After the book Harry had brought with him had been inputted, Harry left his card there. "This is your finished book, don't be late to return it, and don't tell others that I gave you special privileges!" Lis held Harry's hand again as she handed him the book. But Harry immediately took the book and ran wildly from the library.

Aurora questions. The questions linger, heavy as a storm cloud. Some of the witches immediately dive back into the tomes, flipping pages with frantic energy, while others scan their notes, their brows furrowed. Lyra, in contrast, stares absently out the window, looking for all the world like some kind of bored royal in exile. I rake a hand through my hair and glance down at the scrawled notes on the table. My eyes skim the symbols, the fragments of prophecy, the desperate theories penned in the witches’ precise handwriting. Nothing clicks. Not yet.

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 pushed it open and slipped inside. The room was surprisingly small: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a single window overlooking the moonlit forest. On the desk lay a leather-bound book—a journal. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The pages were aged and yellowed, filled with handwriting that shifted from neat to frantic, detailing dates, names, and places. Then, I discovered it. A drawing. A young girl, perhaps seven or eight, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a solemn expression. Beneath it, a name: Ella.

Even if there isn't. I went directly to Draco's room and luckily I didn't have to struggle with the lock because it was open, even if it wasn't open…I would have bashed it anyway. I began rummaging through his belongings and just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a book that looked like a journal. I wanted to abandon it but it looked like something that was really valuable and ancient so I opened it and behold ….it was filled with potions and spells and theories of the wolf world.

Erik watched the boy, and as he was exiting the classroom, Erik turned and walked up to his desk. Arriving at it, Erik took a seat in his chair and started to take notes about what he had taught the second year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was fifteen minutes later when he finished his notes and stored them together with the ones from the past classes in the desk's drawer. Erik then got up and walked out of the classroom, not forgetting to lock the door. Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 24th, 1992, 7:50 PM

What’s coming? When I went to the table, I saw that there was only a black notebook made of some kind of leather, a cell phone and an electronic clock on the table. After the sound, I turned my attention back to this notebook, I remembered correctly this notebook in the original owner's memory, then the original owner seems to go to the Green Mist Forest just because of few unknown tips, I still confused about it, why so simple to believe in the contents of the notebook, butI changed my mind suddenly, if not because he believed in everything in this notebook, I may not cross to This world, just when I want to open this notebook, suddenly the notebook is slowly turning the pages, but there is

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.