Romans & histoires Realistic Harry Potter

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

“This place sure is filthy. I nearly forgot about this because of some nuisance, but you can fix this, right, Harry?” His threatening tone they are the use of hearing from him. His smile and expression show his pride, which is his embracing nature. “Of course.” Harry confidently said, snapping his finger and in a second changing everything into the pristine and luxurious property that is their little haven of darkness. “Now that we have our place, our identity is set, shall we all work according to His will?” Harry reminded them with a tone that is threatening and not just a simple reminder. With their expression that shows their sins. One by one they change their appearance. One by one they

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

I hated it when she let the dragon do the steering. “Sure, but she can’t act.” I waved my hand about. “‘Mondo Retardo. Oh Harry, I’ve made myself sound like a posh girl from the 1930s for no reason.’ Look at a decent child actor like the kid in Sixth Sense, then look at midget Mary Poppins. What the actual fuck?” Whatever Maurice’s point about the Horcrux was, it got lost in the barrage of abuse I fought off for the next hour. Sometimes it’s good to let people vent a bit.

He whispered next to my ear, giving a warning tone. "You take that back!" Seth snarled with disbelief. "Harry Potter is one of the most franchised fantasy novels turn two awesome films of the century." "Yeah, but why would a wizard who can't fight in combat only with a glow-in-the-dark stick cast magic when you can have a hunky werewolf or a very seductive vampire." I heard a low growl behind me as Logan stuck his gun on my rear. That is no gun. "Logan, please make your girl stop."

Way to throw me under the bus in an instant. The boy looked up, giving me a clear view of his face. Flawless skin, way to flawless for his own good with pale skin. His hairs were jet black and a pair of round glasses sat over his nose. If I didn't know better, I would say Harry Potter had come to life. All in all, he was an absolute nerd. He stared at Alex's outstretched hand in terror before turning his gaze to me and locked there. 'Her... her eyes... they a-are-'

I sarcastically said to him. "No, Sicko! The fairies didn't teleport me here. They simply help me out to contact the witch who teleports me here," he irritably said to me. "I thought that witches were bad?" "Not all of them. Some are good, and the bad ones were warlocks," he carefully explains. "Okay Harry Potter, I believe you." "Hey lovebirds, aren't you guys done yet?" Fugly sarcastically interrupts us. "I already told you about my rule in this fortress, and that is no public display of affection," he teases Barbie and me.