Mckinnon Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

Then keep it to yourself! Ryann- Well, I guess I’ll vote yes too. It can’t be worse than the intentionally gross drinks she was making you before right? Harry- True. Well in that case, bottoms up! Ryann- ….. Well? Amber- OMG Harry- -_- Amber- This is hilarious! I love this chick! Ryann- I know right? Harry won’t let us meet her though -_- Ryann- What did she give him??? Harry- A silencing spell. I can’t talk.

He managed to put up the exterior of courtesy, but the glare he wore betrayed an unyielding, domineering aura hellbent on making sure nobody could look him in the eyes. It was a lot for Hoyt—a country bumpkin with zero brush with the rich and powerful—to take. Any little confidence he had was imploding fast, yet he was stubbornly nailed to the floor between Deirdre and Kyran. “A-A-All I know is that M-Miss McKinnon d-d-doesn’t want to t-talk to you.” “Ten minutes is all I need, so please step aside,” typed Kyran. He was furious. “Move or be moved.”

Becky: Don't kid yourself, I think he is blind! June: lol :') "Ms.Paxton and Ms.Gomez if you don't quit using your mobile Phones we may have to send you two out! " We heard a voice from one of the Professors. We gave an apologetic look a turned off our mobiles. I was kinda embarrassed. I glanced at Harry but he still did not even notice me. I didn't know his name, I thought he looked like Harry Styles from One Direction with the Longhair and all. So for me, he was Harry.

She took the stairs down and paused by the door of the main chamber when she heard Connery’s voice within. “I will need some things,” Connery said in an echo of her own thoughts. “And a workspace where I won’t be interrupted. You know how sensitive the ingredients are Harry.” “Oh, believe me, I was sweating the entire time I was distributing those nasty little pouches around that high school, but the explosion was marvellous,” Harry replied. “There’s a bunch of witches in the other warehouse who should be able to assist you. And Meguitte, of course. She might have some tricks of her own.”

Oh my God. "I think it's okay. Harry Potter-ish." I hear her say, but I ignore her. On my forehead lay a scar, a prominent one, so ugly. "It's okay, better than The Dark Mark" She says, and I snap. "Enough with the Harry Potter bullshit!" "You don't like Harry Potter?" Her eyebrows rises. Reluctantly turning away from the mirror, I say "I don't know who the fuck Harry Potter is. Who the hell are you, and what do you want?"

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

In her chamber, Morwen listened as Kieran reported his encounter with me and the boys. “She knew my name,” he whispered, voice raw. “She let me into her mind… and showed me nothing but fire.” Morwen’s face was pale. “She knows your name? she knows you're Harry?" Harry gripped the edge of the table. “She’s toying with us.” Morwen closed her eyes. “Then we stop playing her game.” “What do we do?” he asked. Morwen’s voice was quiet. Final. “We call the Hollow Watcher.”

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.