Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Her eyes remained locked with my brother as if they were having a silent conversation. She exhaled deeply and said, “Mom has an antidote…” Nivaan grasped her hand and said, “Please Vally…” She pursed her lips and nodded before disappearing. “It’s okay cuckoo… he will be alright… you shouldn’t worry so much… it is not like he is your real mate…” Nivaan said, sitting beside me. Letting out a deep sigh, I said with a weak smile, “I must be the most unlucky person in this world…”

All of a sudden there was a knock at my door and I looked up to see if they would enter on their own. "Come in," I stated as I stood up to my feet with my hands placed gently on the edge of my desk. It just so happened to be Matron who walked in and closed the door behind her. I turned around to look at Lady Rachelle and she was still reading the file she had in her hands. It seemed as if she wasn't paying any attention to me as she didn't even look at me when I turned to look at her. I then turned my attention back to Matron who stepped in the door. I then walked around my desk to stand in front of Matron.

"I still don't understand." Jada rubs her temples roughly and collapses into a crouch. "My mother is an extremely powerful witch. She's like a thousand years old so she has more experience than even our elders. She disappeared a few years ago, just before Syrra's parents vanished," she mumbles—almost incoherently. "Wait—how do you know it's hers? Do you guys have like a signature or something?" She nods. "Powerful ones do. My mother's magic is cerulean—"

I inserted my hand and searched the dark space until I felt the texture of a book. “Wait…wait…I think I found something,” I said, almost excited. I took it out, shielding my nose as I beat the dust off. It had a striking resemblance with what my mother described. “Lucy… check for the stone. The stone!” My mother snapped me out of my thoughts. I heard footsteps approaching the door, followed by conversations…like an argument. “I know what I saw, let’s not pretend to all be blinded by impossibilities. And I know you saw it too,” Beta Joseph, once more.

Still, it wasn’t easy, but I’m happy that she looks happier now. It seems like I solved the riddle right because the school was unexpectedly open. I walked through the hallways and saw an open door at the very end—Hera’s classroom. I entered the room and was shocked to see so many children in their seats. It was the weekend, so they shouldn't have any classes right now. Uncle Dalton and Ella were also standing at the back of the classroom, so I started walking to where they were. However, uncle Dalton held out his hand, signaling me to stay in front of the classroom.

Witchcraft symbols, curling in black and red thread, swaying as if they were alive. I stood there in the hallway of the dorm, gripping the railing tightly, trying to breathe evenly. Nope. Definitely not real. None of it could be real. Just more of the hallucinations. Or visions. Or whatever they were. Still, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. My skin crawled with goosebumps, and a shiver zipped down my spine. “Morning,” Matthew’s voice pulled me out of the spiral. I turned to see him, coffee mug in hand, looking frustratingly normal in his faded black hoodie and messy hair. His smile was crooked, the kind that would’ve made someone swoon. Me? I didn’t trust it anymore.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"I am Hazel. I will graduate next year and I want to apply for the institute. Sir, this is my..." Matthew interrupted Hazel before she could finish her words, and he didn't take a look at her resume in her hand either. He said with a frown, "Really? I hope you can make it." "..." Hazel stiffened. She did not expect Matthew would say so. The students were also surprised. They knew Hazel's grades were excellent in their department. And she signed the contract with D·S before graduation. However, Matthew didn't take a look at her at all. The professor beside Matthew felt that he might be unfamiliar with the situation, so he introduced Hazel to Matthew. " Prof. Richard, Hazel is the best student

From a young age, Matthew had shown a super high IQ and talent and had been their strongest rival, luckily he got sick later, otherwise the current Harrington family would have fallen into his hands long ago. "Who did you hear that from?" Jordan had a clouded expression, as if whoever owned Infinity Realm had nothing to do with him. "It's on the Internet, so I guess it's not just a rumor." And he had been suspicious for a long time, all these years Richard hadn't cared about Matthew as his grandson at all, if Matthew really almost die, how could Richard be busy looking for a marriage candidate for him. "If you suspect it, go check it out, what's the point of talking to me. I'm just a punk, h

Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients. Matilda also found a spell that returned lost fortune, a spell that cured epilepsy, a spell that cured blindness, a spell that could renew physical features, a spell that prolonged life and even one that cast evil eyes away from someone. She was about to flip the page over to the next one when she found a spell that made her to stop short. The spell spoke about bringing one's true love to the person. True love was a novel concept to Matilda and she chuckled at the overall sillines