Novel & Cerita How Tall Is Sirius Black

The midnight-black wolf demolished the room. Marcus had not taken the stairs. His inner beast, driven to a state of bloodthirsty hysteria by the threat to his pregnant mate, had torn through the upper floorboards of the grand hall, dropping straight through the ceiling like a meteor of dark vengeance. The massive black beast stood nearly eight feet tall at the shoulder, his thick chest fur drenched in the blood of the rogues he had slaughtered along the way. His gold-silver eyes burned like two furnaces through the thick dust.

Secondly, there was another person who caught Zephyr Khan's attention. The man was tall and sturdy. Standing there, he was at least three meters tall, like a hill. Although he had a human face and a human body, his hair was thick and he looked extremely violent, like a peerless God of War. A long pitch-black stick appeared behind him. The stick was as thick as an arm, and a black light was swallowing and exhaling Evil aura. The black light that flowed freely seemed to be able to crush a galaxy. He stood there with a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be able to pierce through people's hearts. Even when one looked at him, one would feel his heart tremble.

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood?" He leaned back, eyes finally lifting to rake over me slow, like he was undressing me. "Evans. How many times I gotta tell you? Call me Evans." His gaze lingered on my tits, then down to my hips. "You look like shit today, Mira. Rough night?" I flushed, crossing my arms. "Just tired. What do you need?" He stood, towering over me at six-foot-three, and circled his desk slow. The air thickened with his presence, his cologne wrapping around me.

After Almina's speech, the next who climbed the stage was an aged man. The man had a slight beard on his face and medium length hair that was revealing the length of time he spent on this world based on its faded color that was no tinge of black. He stood at estimated 5'8 feet tall; with a lean body and exude gentleman demeanor. He was wearing a dress suit colored by black and white, and the emblem of Middle Region Magic Academy was distinct on the left chest area of the dress he was wearing.

“I’m afraid I can’t explain your wolf’s… impulses, Mr. Blackthorn. As I said before, I’m here for professional duties. Nothing more.” He pushed off the desk and stalked toward me slowly, each step making the air heavier. At seven feet tall, he towered over me, his powerful frame radiating raw strength. The suit strained across his massive shoulders and chest as he stopped just inches away. Close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough that if I leaned forward even slightly, my full breasts would press against him.

After the trial, when Sirius Black was asked about what he would do now that he was a free man again, he answered the following: "I would like to have a good talk with my godson, Harry, you know? To know him again. It was said to me that he is in his second year at Hogwarts and plays as a seeker for Gryffindor's team, so we at least have an ice breaker to start the conversation. I will continue my medical treatment in St. Mungos too. Eleven years of Azkaban left some scars on my body. After that? I don't know yet what I will do, but I read that Hogwarts will be hiring new Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, so maybe I can get a job. Who knows?"

Then that would explain a lot. - Of course, you do not understand, I willingly believe you. No, well, here it is! You were supposed to die, but instead you lost your memory! The man rose from his chair and stretched himself to his full height. Black instinctively leaned back, because in front of him was not just a tall man, in front of him was a giant! He was at least two meters tall, maybe more! Compared to his one hundred and eighty!

"Now, how can I help you?" "Do not accept anything from Sirius Black," he said, his tone suddenly serious. I turned around, my curiosity piqued. "I'm very curious, so please, explain what you mean by that." He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly agitated. "Just don’t accept any of his favors. The guy is a complete cunt." "Because you lost to him?" I retorted, crossing my arms. "What a brilliant explanation for him being a cunt."

It was more intense than anything I had seen in the fantasy movies. My eyes popped out as the white of the eyes turned black. Utter black, filled with nothing but darkness. Quickly, the fur was spurting all over his black skin. His height has increased unbelievably to more than 8 feet. He was towering over me. I had to tilt my head back to see up to his face.

Sophia Reed stepped into the top-floor office of Black Enterprises at 8:45 PM. The entire building was quiet. Most employees had gone home hours ago. Only the soft glow of city lights came through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Damien Black sat behind his massive desk, shirt sleeves rolled up, showing his strong forearms. He looked powerful, tired, and dangerously attractive. At thirty-eight, he was one of the youngest billionaires in the city. His jaw was sharp, his eyes dark, and his presence made the air feel heavier.