Ugly Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His friend laughed louder. “That’s why Mrs. Satan is heating up!” Hero said. “It’s true that she’s Satan’s wife because she’s really bad! How many dreams has she blocked? Teachers are supposed to support they’re students, not pull them down. Like what she’s doing . It’s falling apart!” .

The group of men filter behind the grizzly bear in front of us. Gee-gee lets out an over exaggerated laugh. “Oh, I’M SORRY, I must be misunderstanding you. Did you just call your FUTURE QUEEN a mud-blood?” Before he can respond she continues. “What is this? Fucking Harry Potter?” The man sniffs his nose before spitting on the ground in front of me. “She’s no future Queen of mine.” The men behind him yell out their agreement. I take a step closer to the man and give him a sinister smile. “What is your name, sir?” I bat my eyes at him.

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

However, the young girl then replied to him in a firm and unmistakably natural tone as she stated, ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of. But Nene, if you knew where my scars came from, you would probably think of me as the chief of all evil, just like everyone else. Harry closed his eyes. Those bloody fights seemed like a dream in retrospect. They had been long gone for many years, but what never disappeared was the invisible black mire behind him. The gravitational force inside was pulling him in little by little. One day, he would be pulled and dragged, and then trapped until his demise… Harry turned sideways.

"Then can you describe to us what Harry's usual character is?" "Character?" The middle-aged woman's tone was obviously a little dismissive. "He's just a hooligan ruffian, he has no character, he doesn't do anything serious all day long, and he is proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling." "You're saying he has a habit of prostitution and gambling?" "Yes, of course there is, and their family is being collected by loan sharks, and the walls are covered with paint, and the whole building is disturbed." The middle-aged woman's tone was filled with disgust.

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.

"Brother, although Severin is powerful, it’s not good to accidentally hurt this kid.” "Besides, we are both royal paragons. Even if I win, it will be disgraceful!" Harry was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, and a body like an iron tower. He was majestic. His presence made people feel the majestic power of energy and blood rushing towards them. Although he was tall and seemingly reckless, he was actually very thoughtful. How could a distinguished guest from Grandiuno Sacred Land come to visit and cause such trouble?

Oh, for the love of the gods. I already knew who it was… Harry. Of course. Who else would pull something this stupid? I slowly turned around, and there he was. Standing several feet away with three men behind him. Each one held a thick baton. "And what is the meaning of this?" I asked flatly. Harry smiled. A jagged scar ran across one side of his face, a souvenir from one of the countless gang fights he'd gotten himself into over the years. The scar pulled at his skin unevenly, making his grin look crooked.

The final champion of the Lunar Rage awaited them in the ruined central quad of Blackthorn University. It was a nightmare given colossal form — a towering abomination made of fused bodies, twisted faces of their fallen friends and family screaming silently from its flesh. It stood over fifty feet tall, pulsing with pure rage and hatred. “You dare bring new life into my world?” the creature bellowed in thousands of overlapping voices, including Elara, Viktor, Tyler, Mia, and Marcus. Kael shifted into his most powerful wolf form yet. Serena’s hands blazed with violet fire. Damien became a living storm of shadows and blood.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced