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I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

(Harry.) Crac. Harry held the man's corpse firmly between his arms to lay his lifeless body on the ground. _ That's the third one today, Harry," Till grumbled. "I understand a little better why I'm here. It hasn't even been forty-eight hours since we set foot in France, and they seem to pop up magically from nowhere," the young Alpha remarked coldly.

Charlie tried his best to look at Aurora without having any impure thoughts and he said seriously, “Aurora, where’s the magical pill that I had previously given you?” Aurora immediately spread out her palm and exposed the pill which was wrapped in a transparent plastic case as she said, “Master Wade, the magical pill is here…”

“You stripped and changed clothes in half a second?” He shook his head in disbelief, then his expression morphed into one of reckless delight. “Forget stripped—I’m a damn wizard, Hagrid.” His grin was so sharp it almost cut. “Come on, let’s see if you turn into a half-giant.” I rolled my eyes, snorting. “Oh, shut up.”

Kara came last, her violet eyes narrowed, her silver hair pulled back from her face. The half-blood collapsed at Elif's feet. He was young, barely more than a boy, his dark skin streaked with dirt and dried blood. His left arm hung at a strange angle, broken and untreated. His breath came in ragged gasps. "Help him," Elif said.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

My eyes wonder seeing different types of creature our age and some who look too old to be in school, teachers perhaps. In front of us was a warlock, you could tell because he had a broomstick and a cauldron he had on the side of himself, he read “The Mystery of Potions By Anges Light Heart” one of the most top witches in Utopia. If I'm correct she is actually one of the founders of Utopia High, meaning he himself could go there also. Studying for potions if I’m correct. His head went straight up freeing my gaze upon him, his green cat like eyes stared only to bring his dilated eyes up and down making me more uncomfortable.

Otherwise, in a worst-case scenario, one will be swallowed by the ground itself when a higher ranking warlock or sorceress cast it over someone who is weaker than them. 'I have never feel this close to Hogwarts.' Audrey said under her breath. She and her friends believed that the spells that they learned during Arts of Voodoo class will definitely become handy on raising the success rate of their mission. As soon as the Professor De Belen dismissed the class, the students immediately left the classroom. Everyone is excited to try their hands out for this set of new magic spells that they just learned.

“I am not getting a ‘Let’s join in the battle’ vibe from these people. Every instinct tells me to put as much distance between us and them as we possibly can.” “I’m taking daddy werewolf with me when we do,” Harry replied. “I licked it, so it’s mine.” Meguitte looked up at them in surprise and Harry laughed under their breath. “What? You look so surprised, big sis. Are you surprised by my choice of mate, or the fact that I have one?”

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?