Madam Malkin's Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Kai thought for a moment, then replied respectfully, “Madam left in the afternoon, and she hasn’t returned yet…” The sound of the falling rain could be heard outside the window, coupled with the occasional thunder and lightning. Harry’s expression suddenly did not look so good. “Go and look.” “Yes, Master Harry. I’ll send someone to find Professor…” Kai was about to say that he would send someone to find Professor Blaise’s son and escort the drugs back to the institute safely. However, Harry interrupted him before he could finish speaking. “I’m talking about the young mistress!” Harry looked at Kai angrily, got up from his chair, and walked out directly.

The hair is in a high bun and the fashion is vibrating from top to bottom. There was Anita, her secretary, and several men in black suits, dressed neatly in the Men in Black style, but without glasses. Pak. Sutar, her trusted man, rushed into the room with his body bent over handing the branded bag to great madam, my mother-in-law. On the other couch, sat a woman dressed super neatly holding an open folder containing some papers, I don't know what that is. Amelia, Wisnu and I immediately approached the Great Madam, took her hand to kiss each other, taking turns. She smiled while stroking the heads of Amelia and Wisnu.

Harry acts like he doesn’t even notice how awful the drink looks and downs it in one go with a smile. “Well… now that we’re all here, not that I knew we were actually expecting so many people, would you be able to answer some questions about magic for us Cam?” I ask. She nods. “Of course, one second.” She waves over another young woman who is also bartending and lets her know that she is taking a break for a little while. The other woman confirms and then Cam gestures for us to all follow her through to a small back room. It’s filled with every type of alcohol and mixer I can imagine and there is what looks like a Witches magic circle in the corner of the room. There is also a caged metal sh

"This little beauty looks so pure, with skin so fair and delicate. She must still be a virgin, right?" Harry sneered, licking his lips repeatedly. "I love trying new things. An innocent young woman like her is exactly my favorite. Of course, a mature stunner like Mabel is also very much to my liking. I'm sure having both of them in bed together would be an entirely different experience, it would be a mix of two extremes and I'd probably die from pleasure!

Chris leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Mom looks like that lady who comes and takes over Hogwarts for a while. What was her name?” “Professor Umbridge?” I snorted, remembering Chris’ obsession with Harry Potter. I’m almost positive we watched every movie at least five times before I couldn’t stand it any longer. “YES!” his voice echoed around the otherwise silent space and the woman in question turned around with an unimpressed look on her face before plastering the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Chris. Rosalind,” she chirped, “I am so glad you two could make it.” Like we had a choice.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:45 AM Larry Potter was doing a fine impression of a fish outside the water at the moment. What he just saw was some very amazing stuff, even when magic is taken into account. But then, he only knew this magic world for a little more than a year, so he didn't have much of a base to compare. Larry Potter then looked at his Head of House, and paused. Even if she was not doing a fish outside the water impression, she was looking at Erik with wide eyes.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

“How did I end up joining? I am not a player from yesterday and I did not sign up for this.” That was what she was asking herself. No matter how she wracked her brains, she could not recall any incident that would lead to her situation right now. After all, she only intended to watch Merlin win the finals of the game – not this! Never this! Maleficent was about to open her mouth once again to ask Matilda, who was standing beside her with her head cast down as if she was shy being surrounded by Apollo Sky and Damon when the commotion inside the main hall stopped as the figure of the headmaster loomed over the entrance.

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.