Percival Dumbledore Novels & Stories

"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.

He deserved this from her. And to top her grieving memories of this night, Peter Dursley appeared before her. Oh yes, PETER Dursley! The mastermind behind this unfortunate night. Alpha Damien let go of her as he howled advancing ahead with menacing respiration. That hollow in his chest somewhat shrunk when he saw her run and he had frozen in his spot. It hit his heart strongly and intensely when she was knocked and dragged like an object. It had stirred something into him and no matter how much he tried to move, he couldn't. Not unless he caught the sound of her stuttering, trembling voice that was hardly any strong to attract attention.

If the subject of his attention was a beauty instead of the old man, Audrey wondered if he would pounce towards that direction. “Can you be more calm and collected please?” Audrey frowned. Allan had such unusual tastes… Allan lightly slapped Audrey’s head. “You know nothing! Do you know who that old man on the stage is? He is the dean of the Iridos and also the most powerful magus in the entire continent. The only known wizard who has attained the highest level of Violet Realm!” Late stage of Violet Realm? It had been some time since Audrey arrived at that world. Even though she still lacked in general knowledge, she was no stranger to that term.

Darwin muffled as he stood up from where he was seated. He looked across the table as he signaled me to get up. “And this gathering won’t ever be completed without a proper introduction of our associate, Dumbledore Voldemort. A man who has the entire publicity of Hawaii in his hands!!” He chuckled softly as every board member clapped their hands in unison and in a pretty disorganized manner. I smiled back at Darwin and every other persons that was present. “Oh mine!! I wish I was made his personal assistant.” I heard a lady wished for something funny.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit