Slughorn Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Once the light has cleared out, the evil Sluagh evil was seen. She was hideous of appearance, mumbling to herself with that dreamy, ghastly smile. Her hair was lank and lustreless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. She was too ugly yet beautiful to behold. She was floating in the air as she stood before Lora’s, unlike Daisy and Dementia who are small fairies, the evil Sluagh fairy was a normal human being. “What is it my child, you sent for me.” She said as her voice vibrated the room.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I drawled airily as the skinhead stepped up to stand beside me, the hot stench of his breath making something warm release in my groin as he breathed down my neck. “Fetch me a fresh-faced servant from the village Hagrid,” I confided, watching the man nod out the corner of my eyes and shift into the darkness, the large mass of his frame covered by sparsely matted brown fur as he fell into all fours and disappeared through the open ironworks of the castle gates.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

"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." I shrugged my shoulders at that. There is hardly anyone in this world that does not know about the marvelous series of Harry Potter and the miraculous and incredible elements the series has. The Potter Heads are acquainted with every minute detail shown in the stories to their very bones. And me being one of the hardcore Potter Head, gave out a light chuckle as soon as dad started with that. Snitch is a nosy little,

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Simon’s POV The hallway was quiet now. Still glowing faintly with magic left behind by our work, but hushed—like the castle was holding its breath. Loria stood beside me, one hand cupped gently around a golden sphere of light. It hovered just above her palm, pulsing softly like a heartbeat. “What is that?” I asked, watching as it floated upward and drifted slowly down the corridor ahead of us. “A locator spell,” she murmured. “Designed to find the Headmaster’s quarters—or, in this case, the quarters meant for whoever’s in charge.”

I wouldn’t go down alone, he would not be able to go near his son. I hadn’t heard anything as I stayed in the dungeon while awaiting trial and I was beginning to think that the sorcerer had lied to me. The hex wasn’t something I could cast impulsively. It required precision, power, and the darkest magic I could summon. Fortunately, I had prepared for this day, gathering the necessary items over the years—a lock of Harold’s hair stolen from his quarters, the blood of a raven, black salt, and an enchanted dagger passed down through my family.