Silencio Harry Potter 소설 & 이야기

I wanted to hide at that instant. “Apple, you didn’t tell me that you knew these guys” she said in her nasty voice while flipping her black curly hair off her shoulder. “I don’t, Siren is the one who knows them” Apple replied shyly. “But you do now” said Heat moving her head toward the two girls. “Dude we haven’t even introduce ourselves” said Sin. “The two of you can you zip it I’m the one who is talking to her not you” Sophie rudely said.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

"Sand her...." **** Caroline's POV Our delighted rinuin finalizes. We both seat quietly on the queen mother's very bed. Hermonie permits I perform such. I never would've attempted such. Never. We both stare quietly into space. Extremely silence rules and controls the room. The rooms quietness equals an adult library. Every sound is perfectly heard and recognized. A water drop will be loudly and clearly heard. I gulp. My saliva lump itch my throat. I turn immediately turn towards Hermoine.

Ethan and Peter brought up the rear, vigilant and ready to fend off any potential ambush. Harry pushed open the heavy wooden door, the creaking sound echoing eerily through the silent corridor. I couldn't help but wonder if the door had always made such a noise or if it was the oppressive silence amplifying it. We entered one by one, the dim hallway filled with the musty scent of decay. Despite it not being dark outside yet, the interior was already shrouded in an ominous gloom. Lisa lit a torch, the weak flame casting eerie shadows on the walls. Harry spoke in a hushed tone, "Be careful, there could be an ambush at any moment." We nodded silently, gripping our weapons tightly.

…Selena's pov… As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world. Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.

With her eyes closed, after whispering the spell, she just lay there, silent, allowing the chatter that came from the others fill her eardrums. As she grew more silent, her heart slowed and began to beat at a much slower pace. She could hear every tiny details. From Harold talking to his stepmother who couldn't hear any of what he had said to Wilkes and Penelope pretending trying to act like everything was fine. She heard them all. But amongst them all was another sound. She didn't know where it came from but she was curious as to what was causing the noise. She frowned instinctively as she heard the sound louder and louder. She wasn't unfamiliar to it and that was one of the reasons why she

When the wizard opened his eyes, he noticed he was completely in another world; he knew that casting the ultimate spell of doom would be very detrimental but he needed to do it to save lots of people. He stepped out of the shadows and noticed how particularly silent the entire place looked. The silence was soon over shadowed by an irking noise which didn’t go down well with the wizard. He searched from his left to his right to know where the noise was emanating from but there was nothing that indicated the whereabouts of the noise.

He asks. Quillion’s face was pale, and his clothes were drenched in rainwater. Despite that, no one bothers to ask how he is. He sighed deeply as he lowered his head. His left hand clenched his right arm tightly. “To make sure no one will hear the news I’m about to tell you,” he replied dispiritedly. “Silentium,” Gertrude uttered her magic, and the room was immediately surrounded with a clear bubble keeping everything they said inside the room in secrecy.

A deafening silence descending over the hall. *****************************************

Images rushed at me, blurry, fast, sharp. He tried to scream. His mouth opened wide, throat straining as panic overtook him. Instantly, I whispered beneath my breath, low and firm: “Silencio.” And just like that, the sound cut out. His mouth still moved frantically, eyes wide with terror, but no sound came out. It was like watching someone trapped behind glass, screaming in a void. I walked behind him, and pressed my fingers at the side of his head. “Show me,” I whispered, letting the power pull me deeper.