Quidditch Pitch Hogwarts Novels & Stories

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

In the movie Harry Potter, the students attended a kind of magical school called Hogwarts. In their school, there is a stair they used to use them. The stair, standing on it at the first step, you would see it to be very long and sometimes scary to trail. Here in this place the stairs possess the same characteristics as that of the movie Harry Potter. As we moved on the stair, we followed Mr Hartley to the end. And as soon as we finish the end, he took us to a room, I thought at first that the room would be the place we were going to neglecting the saying that we were going to a turnel, so I made up a guess that Mr Hartley must have changed his plan but on getting to the room, Mr Hartley did

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

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.

“Sorry.” I receive an intense what the hell is wrong with you look before she repeats herself. She talks slowly so I can follow, “Not quite fifteen movies, but they play Quidditch, which is actually flying rugby.” “It’s going to the top of my movie list then,” I tell her. We laugh some more and continue as we talk about everything, from our favorite beer to our favorite television shows. It’s time well spent until our meals arrive. We’re comfortable now and it’s nice. Halfway through our food, the waiter returns and asks if we’re from out of town.

Cent followed his line of vision and his suspicion grew when she saw him looking at Angelo who was talking with Ariel. Am I missing something? The headmaster started talking again, drawing Maleficent’s attention back to the balcony. “As I speak, the witches are setting up the cauldrons around Transylvania Academy for the public viewing of the match. In this game, the forest inside the ambivalent territories will be the finishing area while the Heavenly Swamp will be the place for every team to start.” This will be my first time to enter the territories of the ambivalent dormitory and the benevolent territory. Hmm, this does not seem to be a bad choice – aside from the part that there is some

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

--and a girl wearing the academy's uniform chasing him while holding a twig. "Please, God. Don't make that stick a freaking wand or I'd really walk myself into an asylum." Uncle George laughed. "Don't worry, Ice. That was just a twig." "I hope so. Witches better not exist or I'll lose the last strand of insanity left in me." The head mistress smiled inwardly, her pools twinkled as if I said something interesting before she turned to Uncle George. "You better hold on to that last strand, Mella. Who knows what mystery Wild Oaks really hold... Right?"

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 6:45 PM Susan, stoic as ever with her 'eternal' poker face, enters the Hogwarts' Great Hall floating through one of its walls. She looks around and notices that the other three Ghostly Council members are already there, floating a few meters above each of their tables. Susan takes her position above the Ravenclaw table and continues to look around. Besides the Ghostly Council members, she sees few other ghosts around. The students are still pouring in the Great Hall, but they are in their majority already there, each going to their house's table and taking a seat. The staff members are there too, at least in their majo