Periculum Harry Potter 소설 & 이야기

The oxygen masks made his voice dry, raspy, and almost robotic. He is lying in bed on life support. IVs and tubes on his body filled with different medicines and drugs, keeping him alive for years. His long white hair, wrinkled face, and blackened dead nails show that old age has not been good for him. Jacques knelt in front of the old man, “Headmaster, the last spell that I cast survived.” The headmaster coughs in excitement, “Did we get Hercule Perrimont?” He asks in glee.

"Percy?" It was his childhood friend, Percy, coaching a carriage-carrying horse. Judging by his seemingly ordinary look, who would have thought that he is a talented magic user who specializes in wood manipulation? Be it a tree or a furniture, his skill allows him to control its shape at his will. "Heard yah gonna be participating too. How about a ride? Let's go crash the palace gate!"

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.