Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Matthew, whose hand had grabbed Crystal's, recited the words silently. All of a sudden, his eyes widened. His grip on Crystal's hand tightened as he looked straight into her eyes without any of the tenderness he'd displayed before. "Why did you bring this to the hospital?" He was not a fool. Even though it felt pretty absurd to hear these words, the reality was that spell bugs were something people actually used in real life. Matthew had heard about it from his friends a couple of times before. He never expected he would get to see the real thing today.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

Mission accomplished, I smiled inwardly. “Sandra. Say hello to your mother.” My mother said to the girl, whose name was Sandra, apparently. “Yes Luna,” Sandra said, her face beet red as she scampered away. My mother pushed me aside and walked into my kitchen. “Come on in,” I said sneeringly as I followed her and sat on the opposite side of the aisle. I knew what was coming next. She would launch into this tirade about what I was thinking and why I couldn’t just settle down and my responsibilities as the next-in-line alpha and why I couldn’t just live a normal, responsible life. I’d apologize and tell her I’d change but she’d know I was just saying that to get her off my back and she’d tell m

Who would’ve thought that one could also encounter something like this at a book bar? Matthias couldn’t recall the appearance of that girl at all. Was the ordinary-looking girl really so special like what Heather said? Seeing the doubt in Matthias’s eyes, Heather could tell that he doubted her words, but she didn’t want to explain any further—it would naturally become clearer when they met afterward. “Isn’t that ‘Fables and Fairy Tales’?” Matthias pointed to the book on the shelf and said with a faint smile. Heather only cared about what happened before, and forgot to take the book that was just right beside her.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

"Now that the students are secured. Can clean the rest of the castle. But before that, we have questions." At that, Erik turned to the big man seated on an equally big armchair and with an equally big mug of tea in hands, Rubeus Hagrid. "Hagrid, we want to know if you can shine some light on a doubt that we encountered today." Hagrid turned serious and sat more straight on his armchair. "I will help with all I can, Lord Ravenclaw." "Good man, don't worry, you are not in any trouble. What can you tell us about a person named 'T. M. Riddle'?"

Lenhandro "I'm certain that the lady we saw in Maltos' Castle isn't Xenra," I told Randy, who had just walked into my room, my voice heavy with certainty. As soon as he heard my words, his brows furrowed, and his eyes bulged. I could see the fear and uncertainty glinting in his eyes as he stared at me. But before he could express his shock over what I had just said, I continued. "Even if she's the one, that means she has lost all her powers."

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

He immediately snatched it away and read it for a few seconds before looking up at me in shock. Meanwhile, Mathew had gone into the kitchen to get the three of us glasses of wine. I guessed he had realized Ron was really going to need one. "What is this?" Ron asked, his eyes widening once again. "This is why we didn't want you to kill the monster," Mathew mumbled as he handed Ron a glass of wine. Ron looked back at the bottle. ‘You cannot kill the monster. It is Madeline's father.’ "What the fuck is this?" Ron asked again, raising his voice.

It was faint, like the memory of smoke after a fire I had been at the desk for hours, hunched over the scraps of parchment and digital files I’d been given by the Seer’s courier, cross-referencing them with the journal my mother had hidden for me. Every page smelled faintly of lavender and old paper. My eyes burned from staring at the curling script, but the words were stubborn, like they knew I wasn’t ready for them yet. It all kept circling back to one entry, written in my mother’s neat, deliberate hand. A warning. A name partially blotted out by a spill, or maybe erased on purpose. Only the first letter remained: C.