Novel & Cerita Percival Dumbledore

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.

He was tall and slim and moved gracefully as he stood in front of her. Zeda had always thought her skin was paler than usual, but this man's skin was even paler than hers. Only one thing came to her mind as she looked at his eyes, his skin and his graceful movements: Vampire. She shivered at the thought and then chuckled to herself. Those things weren't real. "You must be Zeda. I'm Mr. Percival, the director of Shadowbrook Academy," he said, offering a hand with long fingers. "Yes, nice to meet you," Zeda said, shaking his hand. His hand was cold.

I started to feel my powers seep out of me. “Accept your mate or you die Arthur Murray…” the voice I believe to be from the witch echoed around me. “Never!” I roared and gnashed my teeth in pain. “Accept your mate or you die..die…die…die…” “Accept your mate or you die, Arthur Murray!!!” “Fuvk, get away from me!” I screamed and fell to the ground, clutching my head in pain. The noise kept banging in my head repeatedly I thought my head would explode.

Helga said softly as Percival rolled his eyes at the sappy display. “Now that that’s over, what are you going to do with the prince? You can’t just teach him considering who is watching” Percival commented causing an emotional Helga to stick her tongue at him, seeing this he narrowed his eyes at her. “I might have to, if I don’t who knows what he’ll do to me... besides I do owe him for putting that spell on him” Anberine replied calmly surprising the group enough to almost make them paler than usual.

"Yes!" Then, Ghost Valley Sage entered the main hall. Darryl scurried behind. "You brat!" In the main hall, Ghost Valley Sage could not help but scold, "I told you to leave. Why did you return?" He was scolding him, but he looked at Darryl with love in his eyes. 'Uh!' Darryl was stunned. "Master, you could tell?" As Darryl spoke, he secretly exclaimed. 'He's truly a Master. I can't even get away from him by using the Transfiguration Elixir.'

Thank you. “It is my pleasure to serve you in any and every way I can, Master. I suggest that you drink the potion on an empty stomach for the effect to take place as instructed by the sorceress.” Percival nodded and then took the purple coloured potion from the table and opened the glass vial’s cork and drank it in a go.

he tilts his head, his eyes dulled with boredom, “Am I wrong?” “Well… no,” she steps closer, “But this wasn’t right. My homeroom teacher is dead because of you!” “She’s dead because you wished it.” I flinch at his words, wondering how he can be so cruel. He’d seemed so playful, jovial last week. I’m shocked by the cold, serious side he is laying bare before me. “That’s-” “True,” he cuts her off, annoyance curving his lips and crinkling the bridge of his nose, “My potion makes all negative thoughts reality, it doesn’t pick and choose. Your death wish fell under negative, so it came to pass.”

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

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.