Lorenzo Zurzolo Harry Potter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~Lorenzo~ “Hello Alpha, Beta, come in please.” Mr. Hemming said politely. “Thank you Cyrus… sorry to barge in unannounced.” Lo said. “Nonsense we’re happy to see you.” Mr. Hemming said. “I was wondering if I could speak to you privately for a moment.” Lorenzo told him, while inconspicuously trying to see if Collins was around. He knew she was there somewhere though he could sense and smell her.

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

The room was silent. I turned, stunned, to look at Lorenzo. He didn't deny it. He just held my hand, his gray eyes glittering with the deep, cunning light of a predator whose long hunt was finally over. "You..." So it wasn't fate. There was no chance encounter. He had been watching. Waiting. Maybe even nudging things along. Accelerating Colter's downfall. Making sure that when I finally fell, the only place I could land was in his arms. "I'm not a good man, Zora," Lorenzo leaned in, whispering in my ear, his voice a dangerously seductive purr. "To get what I want, I burn worlds."

“But he pulled you away from the meeting, right? He took the best opportunity the King was going to give you...” “Exactly. He got the advantage on the deal,” Lorenzo said, dragging a hand through his straight hair, and then a low, mocking laugh rumbled in his throat. I saw the flash of those huge wolf canines that could tear anyone’s throat out. “If this is true, you have no idea what kind of card I’m holding right now,” he said, his voice laced with macabre plans to come.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

I knocked twice on the door, and a low, gravelly voice from the other side growled, "Enter." The hefty man opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room with a plush, velvet couch and a large, wooden desk. Lorenzo, a tall, imposing figure with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, sat behind the desk with a cigar clenched between his teeth. He looked up at me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Ah, Harry," Lorenzo said, his voice low and smooth. "Welcome. I've been expecting you." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he leaned back in his chair. "So, you want George dead, and in return, you'll get control of Novartis Company Ltd," he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of skept

“I’ve heard so much about you, but I am sure that we haven’t been formally introduced to each other yet.” “What are you doing here, General Lorant?” Theo asks. He bows slightly at us and says, “I am a commoner from the Berka Kingdom. General Lorant Huszar is the name who, unfortunately, has the gift to see magic in its purest form.” I glance at Theo. “He can see the magic around a person,” he explains. “Rather, I see magic as if it is a mist that surrounds people,” General Lorant says. “It allows him to know which one has the ability to become a great mage, which makes him a successful teacher even if he is only two years older than me,” Theo adds.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

He said watching the wolf … Cyrus … the whole time and still trying to get loose from me. “Oh you mean before as in after you kidnapped her the first time?” I asked him. His features turned to horror as he looked at me… putting two and two together. “You’ve got pet wolves dude??” He screeched. I laughed again and let go of him. That’s when Lorenzo came out of the woods. And Lorenzo is a fucking monster. We are all big wolves. But Lo makes about three of a regular werewolf. Plus he’s pitch black.. with glowing red eyes. He looks like pure evil coming at you.

Seeing Andrew's puzzled expression, he continued, "Your alchemy mentor is Mr. Maverick Zeroual, the God of Medicine, and the greatest miracle worker of our time, correct?" When Andrew nodded, Luther said, "Then there you have it. Wyrmhelm is Mr. Zeroual's junior! They are the two figures who stand at the peak of Holtrien, looking down upon all living beings. Mr. Zeroual has a gentle nature, dedicates himself to healing, cares nothing for fame, and has always been elusive.