Matthew Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"So, you're just going to pretend I'm not here? You're the headmaster of this kindergarten, yet you don't even bother to find out what really happened before firing a good teacher? Is this how you handle things? "You think this is over?" Harry finally turned his attention to Matthias. He frowned as he said arrogantly, "So, you're the one who dared to slap Mrs. Palmer three times? You've got a lot of nerve!"

After some time had passed, the dim phone screen lit up again. Mallory grabbed her phone and looked at it. It was an unknown phone number. She said, "Hi! Who are you?" On the phone, a nice, but dangerous male voice could be heard. "Do you want the opportunity to sleep with Xander?" "Want! I want to!" Mallory answered almost without thinking. But she thought of some other problems after that and asked, "Who are you? How did you know what I wanted to do?" The other person on the phone said two words in a deep voice, "Ron Hagrid!"

“You lost the bet, didn’t you? Trying to see if I was an easy catch. Must’ve been fun explaining that to your girlfriend. Although Cherry only has about two brain cells rattling around up there, so maybe she didn’t mind.” I managed to get myself on my feet. Matt’s smirk faltered, just for a second. “Watch it dork, your walking on thin ice.” I stepped closer, glaring up at him. “And don’t you ever get tired of playing with the same toy, Matt? You’re Matthew Brown, ‘the’ Matthew Brown. You’ve got money to burn. Surely you can afford a better target than me. Or did you go broke?” Jake stepped forward. “What did you just say?”

But she uses spells to not look so old. "Hello," Charlotte greeted Agatha with a handshake as Aurora helped them introduce each other. "I'll get you some tea," Aurora said walking into the kitchen leaving them both behind. "Are you that infamous witch, Agatha? Aren't you?" Charlotte asked with curiosity and Agatha chuckled. "I'm not that famous," Agatha said. "You are, you've denied help to well-known people, haven't you?" Charlotte asked as Agatha tilted her head slightly trying to read the woman in front of her.

she replied, stuttering. “Did you hear yourself? If you are my mate, you won’t be scared of me like that.” my mate replied. “Now, while I am being nice. I am going to ask you again; if you’re not going to give me the answers that I want, I’ll end your life.”