Percival Dumbledore Novels & Stories

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

He was taken back. They were in the Misty Swamp, so how could there be fighting? There were even sounds of people cursing. The voice was very familiar to Alex. Didn’t it belong to Frostine’s elder brother, Percival Usoro? He poked his head out to look, and it turned out it really was Percival. Percival was being pursued by two masters. The clothes on those chasing Percival were very familiar, and Alex could tell from a glance that it was the uniform of disciples from the Plenilune Sect.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

Percival suggested next, not even fazed with the anger in Kalista's eyes. "I am no such thing," Kalista was getting annoyed. "Why don't you try your potions on me so you'll find out." Her heart slammed wildly within her but she had a kind of hope. If Percival only checked her for signs of being a witch, then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't discover she was a halfblood. "Very well," Percival nodded. "I tried to help you. Whatever happens after now, don't blame me." Kalista watched him open a large instrument and began to crank up a knob. She frowned again. Wasn't he going to give her a potion? What was the the strange instrument?

She had a feeling that either one of them—or all, will be chosen to stand for his kind. “We have Derek Baxter, a wizard,” the vice chancellor said, peering down on a small piece of paper. Series of claps broke out of a corner of the auditorium and in seconds, diffused to the other parts as a blonde-haired boy with an unusually long face stood up gracefully and made his way to the podium with small legs like a puppy. Trisha couldn't help but feel jealous that she wasn't ranked number one amongst enchanters but she didn't have much time to nurture her resentment because Dr. Giovanni was on to another name.

asked Zilpher as he hovered in the water of the lake. "Can you also see him like me?" Draco asked in amazement. “Don't bother him. He's asleep," said Zellin rebuked Zilpher. “His strength is focused on turning this lake into healing water. Even by the time he went into hibernation, Albus already took this kind of thing,” said Urvarth in awe. "He protected me in his own way," Draco said, smiling with the look of a child who was proud of his father.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

I chose to remain silent, watching as Mirabelle’s gaze darted between her mother and Annabel, her presence dominating the room with undeniable force. Mirabelle spoke up, her voice cutting through the room with a chilling clarity. “Percival killed Darius, not out of anger, but out of fear for his mate’s life. He believed he was doing the right thing by following the moon’s wishes. Yet now, he is being punished for it.” As she spoke, her wolf made a brief, almost ethereal appearance. Its white irises locked onto each of us, sending a shiver through the room. Seeing an oracle’s eyes in such a state was always unsettling. “Dahlia, do not blame Jack. He could not inform you. He was ordered to rem