Riddle Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I've spent hours studying to nail the geometry test today, I deserved to have fun tonight. ⚯͛ ϟ △⃒⃘ Once we got to the party, I immediately went to the corner and pulled out the Harry Potter book that I had hidden inside my bag. What was more fun than rereading Harry Potter? I was in the middle of the part where Snape went to the Shrieking Shack when I felt someone was looking over my shoulder, reading the lines on the book with me. Shutting the book close, I finally turned, ready to shout 'go away!' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles.

"So why is your scent the only thing clouding the borders?" Harry asks in a serious tone as he leans forward in his chair. I knew it. I knew something wasn't right. "What do you mean? I don't understand." I try to make sense of the situation, but I can't. "Oh, don't play dumb with me, Isla." He drawls in an agitated tone. "I know for certain that you're incredibly weak to perform spells that could make you be in two different places at the same time. That could've been the only logical explanation, but it can't be. And you're not a witch."

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

(Reagan's POV) Holy crap. How can I explain this to Derek and Unknown dude what just happened? There were several options to choose from: (A) "I read a spell in Harry Potter and thought I should try it. It worked." (B) "I'm doing an experiment in Chemistry on how to pop out of thin air." (C) "I'm 25% unicorn, 25% leprechaun and 25% fairy." (in that case, would that turn me into a troll as a result, right?)

I just send him one too, turning my attention back to the ever so interesting wall in front of me. "I got this for you doll, I know you said in the car you were tired and it says everywhere that this drink will help" he smiles, handing me the mug with what looked like warm tea in it, I take it from with with a smile as the wall became interesting for me once again "aren't you gonna try some?" He asks, really pushing at me to take a drink from the cup, I smile bringing the cup to my lips, the warm liquid making its way down the throat.

I wanted to punch and break the nose of whoever has the guts to put something so horrible inside a toy intended for a kid. When Kevin was examining the paper, he looked terribly surprised. The words were not only written in cryptic codes, but it was also a riddle on its own. Kevin explained that the spell was way more powerful than it should be, like something from a wizardry story. He knew because he used to read every information he had gotten about witches and wizardry whenever he had time. The question was, who was still using this kind of magic and why?

I shook my head squinting my eyes. “Look, I’m guessing you’ve read Harry Potter books right?” I nodded my head to the question thrown by Rilley, “It’s written by JK. Rowling right?” I nodded again,” This world is not her creation, it already exists. She wrote the book according to her experiences in this wizarding world, all the characters and places are real. Those books themselves are only that our timezones are different” “But how did she get in there? Through the barrier in Kings Cross Railway Station?” I asked.