Novel & Cerita Marvolo Harry Potter

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Marcel with a twisted expression and a crease between his brows covered the doorway with his body. He wore grey sweatpants and a towel hung carelessly down his neck. Lazy drops of water fell from his dirty blonde hair and his eyes held that similar dangerous glint. The Marcel at the doorway had no freckles at all. His body was exactly the same with the freckled one. What in heaven's name was happening?! What sort of sorcery was this?! Lyra turned towards the Marcel in black pants who had halted whatever song was playing and back to the Marcel in sweatpants who looked like a dragon about to breathe out fire with the way anger burned in his eyes.

It's Harry. He's been pretending to be occupied with one of the books. He clearly heard our conversation. Harry raises his glasses and gives Marius a long suffering sigh. "You are so evil, boss. he muttered. "Stealing the spotlight on the exact day Danica Kayser is trying to crown herself? That's practically villain-level petty." But Marius throws his head back and laughs. "Who cares about them anyway?" he said. "Let them burn if the spotlight becomes ours." Marius is still holding my hand when his expression changed. He suddenly looks mischievous.

That explains the resemblance. "Miko the half-god, half-human and the prime minister of the supreme arch and Amor's brother, Dimitri, over there." Wow! Half-god? What else do I not understand about the supernatural world? And the prime minister of the Supreme Arch is here. Who are these people? "Next to them is their son, Severus Snape." "Aunt Ev, it's just Severus," Severus corrected Ev. Don't tell me his parents are Harry Potter fans?

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

Ranulf draped his wing on his shoulder, and it seemed to relax him even more. "Come let us join Maven at his sanctuary, so we can finish this sooner. Then you can finally be free from your elders. He is waiting for us right now." Ranulf said getting up from his seat. We all went to Maven's and reach his minutes later. He was brewing a concoction in the cauldron. His greyish body and wings seemed to blend with the surrounding walls. "Maven, let our human witches in on your plan. Arkael, while you're here do you want to join me and hunt down some crawlers? Just leave the boring witching arrangements to Maven. He's more than capable." Ranulf said while caressing Rain's back.

I began to wonder if this was what it was like being in a coma as my body fought off the dark magic trying to take over me. When I heard the familiar witch doctor’s voice, I felt a bit relief knowing he was here and that he would be the one helping me through this. Marvin had been my doctor since birth and was the best witch doctor I knew. If anyone was going to help me pull through this, it was going to be him.