Script Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

not like this. To Be Continued...

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

Harry arrived at the counter and said, “Can I have a PHKL, please?” The nurse looked at him and said coldly, “No, we’re not selling this. This is a special rescue medicine.” Dior overheard the exchange as she made her way toward Harry.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Two seconds after he'd tapped the ENTER key, an incoming Video Call appeared on the monitor from Harry. Anderson flipped on the lamp beside the computer to avoid turning the room light on. Then he tapped the ENTER key. "Hey mate," came Harry's ever enthusiastic voice. "Xup buddy—" "You look as normal as yesterday," Harry said, exhibiting his full set of white teeth. Anderson arched an eyebrow, "And that's supposed to be a compliment, huhn?" Harry chuckled. Anderson smiled. "So, what's Master Simpson planning in that big head of his?" "What I always do at the beginning of every class grade."

Jacob replied in a serious voice. "Is that so?" Haria answered while nodding. "Actually, that’s the reason why I came here." "W-What do you mean?" "You remember my name, right? And as your ex-girlfriend you've been with for a long time, I'll help you bring back your memories," Haria said seriously while staring at Jacob. Jacob was surprised by what he heard from the female alpha. Then, he looked at her and their eyes met. They stared at each other for a while but Haria suddenly averted her eyes.

A memory of the day I fell into his lap while watching Harry Potter floated to the top of my mind. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smirked, “Do you remember the time I fell into your lap at the Moon Shadow pack house?” “Of course, we were watching a Harry Potter marathon with a bunch of people and you tried to escape me, but instead you fell right into my lap. Literally knocked the sense out of me, I was just glad you didn’t feel how turned on I was.” Jasper grimaced. “Really? You were so mean to me back then.” I pouted, looking away from his face.

Andrew asked. "Why am I not included in any of the rounds? I'm the best programmer this team has. You guys cannot win without me!" Harry raised his voice. "Harry can you just quit it already? You wouldn't have done what you did if you truly cared about this club winningest all. We almost got disqualified because of your betrayal," Sandy replied sharply. "Oh shut up you little bitch! Since you started speaking up, you've been getting on my nerves. Why don't you just return to your previous self?" Harry hissed.

In the mean time when Harry saw Arosh in the dormitory, he conversed with her. "Hello, where could my shades be? That you took at the bar?" Harry asked Arosh. "Uhhm, I can't recall where I put It." said Arosh. "Observe it, I really want It." said Harry. "Ok, I'll simply get one for you, I'll supplant it with another one." Said Arosh.