Hogwarts Number Novels & Stories

His intense gaze locked onto Hazel, who, feeling uncomfortable, instinctively stepped back. Stammering, she managed, "I... I need to go to the washroom." "Will you please open the door?" Hazel asked, hoping for a reprieve from the unexpected closeness. Taking a deep breath, Francisco responded, "Remember the number, 2322020." Hazel, taken aback, registered the seemingly random sequence of numbers. ‘He gave me the code. Does that mean he has started to believe me?’ Hazel mused, her mind racing with possibilities. With a quick tap of the code, the door cracked open, allowing her a quick escape from Francisco's room.

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

the woman said and then turned to face the young woman that was standing next to her. The young woman dipped her hand inside the ball and pulled out a thin slip of paper before passing it to the headmistress, the headmistress took it and then called out the first number, “Test subject number zero nine five three five,” everyone pulled out there keys and looked at their apartment number except for Anna. Anna saw that the screen that was showing the menu was now showing the number. Anna remembered her apartment number was one thousand and her room number was one. She took the knife and fork as she cut her pancake and then took a bite. She was still listening to the numbers the headmistress was

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

She looked at her palm, the black mark was starting to spread up her wrist, from the corner of her eye, she caught Marcelino watching her so she quickly pulled her sleeves down to cover up the mark. “Damnit! Surely we can pull something off!” she rallied. Hans stood up and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Look, I know you’re all worried. And rightly so. But there’s 7 of us here, and 7 is a lucky number. We can do this, I have a plan.” Seven. The number echoed in Suzanne’s mind again. How odd…perhaps the number seven wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Hans walked over to one of the bookshelves and motioned for them all to follow, and as they got up, Hans withdrew a dark blue book causi

Looking around the table, there are twelve other witches in the room besides Celeste, totaling thirteen, a sacred number for witches. “Please sit,” Celeste says, waving her hand towards the chairs. I had already warned our group about Celeste’s little trick, so when she unexpectedly pulls our chairs in the second we are in front of them, we sit down primly, while Bella and Citra slightly levitate to prepare for it.

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.

she muttered. This was her first day in the school, clearly a big mess. She opened her locker and put the things inside her, she got 29 number, next to her was 28, whoever was the owner had serious issues. There was graffiti stating that ‘BEWARE, RESTRICTED ZONE’.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." "They aren't as prevalent in those pigwarts books," Naia told him. "Hogwarts," Mike corrected her. "Whatever. Last I heard, the wizards of this realm were extremely limited in number. Less than forty total since Merlin sealed away magic for humans. Maybe one person a century figures out how to do magic, and usually the others track him down and kill him." "Holy shit." Mike shook his head. "That's insane."

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.