Silencio Harry Potter Mga Nobela at Kwento

##Chapter 88 Harry's POV. Hypnotizing The room fell silent as Lucian sighs. He bent to my level and a gulp escaped down his throat as a result of him forcing himself to talk. “Regardless, Harry, you know how dangerous it is, right?” Lucian asked as he stared at me with an apologetic look, which only means one thing. “Brother, you are not thinking of kil—” I couldn't finish my words before I started crying again.

His pack was raided and almost completely wiped out when he turned twelve and since then, Skylar’s father had taken them in. Soon as he reached the doorway to the dining hall, Skylar’s eyes scanned the large room, not looking for anyone in particular. It just became a habit. “He's not here.” Skylar felt his wolf, Kylo, roll his eyes on him while growling low and highly irritated. “I wasn't looking for that deaf,” Skylar retorted. “Did I say who it was?” Kylo sniggered on him then curled up for a nap.

Just like the Second Silence. Human. Almost. Tall. Dark clothing. Dark hair. Pale skin. Nothing monstrous. Nothing terrifying. Yet the moment he appeared, the city began dying. Flowers withered instantly. Silver lights dimmed. Buildings aged centuries in seconds. The very air seemed to decay around him. The Third Silence stepped onto reality. And smiled. The heartbeat stopped. Silence followed. Perfect silence. Then he spoke. "Freedom." The word echoed across existence. Not loudly. Not forcefully.

The temperature in the room had plummeted to a freezing void, frost climbing up the cinderblock walls. "SILENCE," Silas commanded. The Word wasn't spoken; it was dropped into the room like an anvil. The sheer metaphysical weight of the command slammed into Elias. It was designed to crush the Fire Hero’s vocal cords, to lock his mind in a state of permanent, muted obedience so he could never warn Jack about the spy in their ranks. Elias’s head was forced down, the chains rattling violently against the floor. Blood began to drip from his nose, his eyes squeezing shut against the agonizing pressure of Silas’s Word Magic.

It was so quiet that even a drop of the water from the faucet might echoed. Sitting far from each other, Zion and Harriet stayed on their seats without turning their heads. Then, the first one who broke the silence was Harriet. “Since when?” Harriet asked. She hanged her head low and looked at her fingers which were fidgeting on her lap. Zion bent down and placed his elbows on his knees. Then he clutched his hands and rested his chin there. He kept looking at the blank space as he detached his lips. “What?” he mumbled, almost a whisper, but enough for Harriet to hear.

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!

She said waving it off. I filled my plate with some eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. I spread some butter and jam on the biscuit as someone came up and filled up a glass with orange juice. "Oh thank you" I mumbled out with a mouth full of food. They just smiled and walked back into the kitchen. "So I have something to share" Lorenzo said breaking the comfortable silence. "Our mind link earlier Tony, she can hear it" He said pushing a thumb in my direction. Tony looked at me with a blank stare. "Is this true?" He asked. "Yeah" I said. His eyes glazed over and so did Mateo's. Purple chicken I heard Tony's voice say.