Hogwarts Notes Novels & Stories

The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before. It's a tall muscular boy with shoulder length blond hair tied in a low ponytail. He looks really pretty. I don't think I've ever seen him at our school before. There aren't many students or teachers here and I'm pretty sure I know each and every one of them by face. Is he new here? That would be weird, transferring so late into the school year. But if he's here, that means he's a witch. Is he transferring from another witch academy or a normal human high school?

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. 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.

“That’s never been performed and even if it has been, it’s forbidden.” Getting up, she wandered off towards the section where books lay, stacked high up on shelves against the wall. She reached up and pulled one out, coming back and dropping it in front of me. “Read,” She said, taking her seat. “But first, take notes.” Confused, I stared at her, wondering if I had heard her correctly. “Take notes? “Yes,” “About what?” “Witchcraft is more complicated than stories and ancient history. Let’s move on. If you’re truly curious like you seem to be, then, the least you can do is make notes. That way, you can keep track of what you know and don’t know.

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.

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

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.

" I stood up from the chair I stood and walked over to where some ornaments were hung. Taking a glimpse at most of them, only one got my attention. "What's this?" I took out an book which it's face cover was a pentagram, had a good look at the front and back cover. "One of my parents magic stuff!" Just as I was about to place the written work of sorcery back into its shelf, a note fell from its pages. A white paper, folded a few times. The sound of tension and suspense filled the room as what was written in the paper was unknown. I frowned lightly at the sheet before lifting it up to eye sight.

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