Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Probably, by our enemies. "Where's that oldie?" Matthew asked with his mouth stuffed with bread. "Where do you think?" Harry asked. "I don't know. Sleeping or observing the trainees." Matt assumed. "Pff. Don't make me laugh. Observing the trainees? He would rather like to observe the number of hair on his hand." Alice scoffed. "You never know." Matt defended but continued eating. "Is my brother here?" I heard Merlin voice from the door and we looked at the direction.

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."

KNOCK KNOCK Mr. Matt entered after a soft knock, his expression tense. He clutched something tightly in his hand, clearly debating whether to walk in or throw it all out the window. He knew what he carried could ignite Damian's fury-but hiding it might only unleash something worse. "Mr. Matt?" Harry stood quickly when he saw what was in the older man's grip. Without a word, Mr. Matt handed the item to Harry. "Please... calm the young master down, Doctor Harry," he whispered close to Harry's ear. "If not, the whole house will collapse under him."

The gaps between entries got longer and longer, and he complained more and more about all the time he lost to his debilitating moods. The only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was finding a certain specialist bookseller. Matthew had continued to collect rare books on the occult, and he was always looking for book shops to sell the paper he wrote on the ancient forest. This bookseller not only took several copies of his paper, he also sold Matthew a unique grimoire by an unknown author. The grimoire fascinated Matthew, and he made notes on it in his journal. Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting:

"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."

" At this moment, in a secret private room in the Empyrean Hotel... Harvey was in the main seat, waiting for a guest. A knock finally rang out on the door as a figure soon walked in. When Harvey saw the person, he frowned a little. "I didn't expect the person who invited me to be you." He had received a mysterious email claiming that the author knew about the Riddle family's internal matters. Here he was wondering who it was, and unexpectedly... it was Everett. 'This young master of the Riddle family seems to be neglected, and he dares to call me out?'

“Also, wouldn’t this game be more interesting if everyone knows that Harvey is INDEED Prince York?” Matthew broke into an amused laugh. “Harming people in subtle ways is the most deadly. Truly, I’m not as good as you at this!”

Maybe he really was considering other alternatives. "I mean, you don't even know where Lady Eugenia is, right?" Mathew continued while Ron silently watched him. "Come on, fucking say something. Just tell me. Do you know where she is, bro?" Mathew pressed. By this point, I could tell we were getting far too agitated as Ron continued to watch us in silence without saying another word. He slowly pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "I grabbed the herb," he muttered. "But I couldn't do it. I couldn't feed it to Graham. I couldn't feed it to Lady Eugenia. I just—I don't think I want to do it."