Second Book Of Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

"Of course second master, I'm sure she will help you the best way she can but how do I identify the book?" "It is a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes, the book of magic."

Well, it was a good thing I already know the story, I have read it about a hundred or more times. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. What could be better than all the fantasy, action and thriller all in once? Trying to concentrate onto the words of the book and let my imagination disrupt my thoughts, I didn't even realise I managed to walk straight into something hard and strong. I gasped as I was almost knocked out off balance.

My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it. My magic latches onto the book allowing me to feel for any malice intentions. There was none, so I pick it up and the minute I touch it I see the dagger in my mind. So I was right this is to do with the dagger, I wonder where the dagger is now? I should remember to ask the dragon. I sit down at the table and turn on the lamp before I open the book.

I asked with little curiosity. A boy like him shouldn't be tied to the Temple. "No, another item will replace its position. But no worries, I love my job." The book had a sorcerer’s wand coloured violet on the cover. A blue smooth bookmark was attached to it. The book's edges looked like silver but felt like liquid mercury. "You can take the shortcut at the end of this room." "Thanks," I mouthed out. I walked to the other end of the room and placed my hand on the wall, waiting for something to happen.

Thalia POV It’s been a couple of months since my father was disposed of and for that matter, so was Rose. It’s been peaceful here, but my abuelo and tio Valeno are still here. Tio Valeno is traveling back and forth to keep up with the pack, but every time he returns, he brings more books to go over everything regarding the prophecy. I also try to figure out how that plays with the merging of Ironclaw and meeting people that would be foes but end up being friends and help us in winning the war. I have two years, well one year and ten months now, to figure everything out.

Even if there isn't. I went directly to Draco's room and luckily I didn't have to struggle with the lock because it was open, even if it wasn't open…I would have bashed it anyway. I began rummaging through his belongings and just as I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a book that looked like a journal. I wanted to abandon it but it looked like something that was really valuable and ancient so I opened it and behold ….it was filled with potions and spells and theories of the wolf world.

she asked, picking up the book. "Pureblooded Potterhead," I replied proudly. "You're looking at someone who's reread Harry Potter so many times that I’ve started cramming what happens on what page." Her face lit up as she said, "You're kidding, me too. I love those books. But Chamber of Secrets is my favourite." “How can you say that?” I gasped. “Deathly Hallows was the best.”

They also have different creatures and monsters, so I remember myself with them. “Which part are you in?” Zion asked. “I don't exactly know the title, but it was when Harry Potter was on his teenager days …” I replied. “Maybe the second one or the third one? The Prisoner of the Azkaban or The Order of the Phoenix. Have you finished what you were watching before?” “Yeah, why?” He gave me a smile. “Let's watch the next series together, okay?” “But I thought so? You're done with that, right?”

The moment he noticed that I was awake, he got to his feet and came to join me at the bed. “How are you feeling?” I looked at the book he had dropped and then looked at him. “The Art of War, huh?” He smiled. “Yeah. I don’t know what it’s about. I’m having a hard time reading it.” I shrugged. “I read it in high school. Made a paper on it, actually.” “Do you understand it?” he asked. I shook my head. “Not really. Why are you talking to me? You’re supposed to have me handcuffed and maybe beaten. Or is this heaven? Am I dead yet?”

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for