Ugly Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 11:12 AM Erik commented and continued to watch, as an eerie and raspy voice ordered Quirrel to 'use the boy'. Quirrell then ordered the boy to look at the mirror. Mr. Potter then stood in front of the mirror and Erik paused again. He quickly positioned himself behind the boy and 'unpaused' the memory. He watched as the boy's reflection took a red ruby-like stone from its pants' pocket, showed it to him, gave him a wink and put the stone back in the pocket. Mr. Potter then, as sneaky as an elephant in a china store could be, checked his pocket and noticed the bulge in it. But the stupid professor didn't seem to notice.

Defeated and imprisoned in the basement, she loomed as a dark presence in our aftermath. A wave of conflicting emotions surged through me. I harbored deep hatred and revulsion for this malevolent woman, yet there was also a trace of compassion and reluctance. Harry emerged from the basement, dragging a frail and pitiful figure behind him. The person who had once been a formidable magician was now reduced to a shadow of her former self. Her body, once powerful and vibrant, had become a mere husk, a stark testament to the cost of dabbling in dark arts. Yolanda was brought before us, barely able to stand. Her face was ashen, her eyes vacant, yet a flicker of defiance and hatred remained in her

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

And there, bent over the pot, was the witch. Ugly would be an understatement. Her appearance was a grotesque fusion of warts, wrinkles, and twisted features that seemed to reflect the malevolence within her. As her gnarled fingers stirred the contents of the pot with a sickening squelch, I could feel the aura of darkness that emanated from her very being.

A girl trainee with pigtails hair regretted. "Hey! You bitch! What are you standing there dumb-shit?! One of the trainees with a skinny body and curly blond hair shouted. Yman wanted to talk back but he wasn't that kind of person who easily bothered by these types of taunts. He already masters the ability of Skin Face level 100, Thick-skinned level 100, Snob level 100 and etc... While watching the unfolding battle, he was thinking that...if only being shameful would make someone stronger, for sure, he would become the strongest magician in no time.

He calmly said like I was talking to someone with no emotions. "What? I am fighting for that girl...I mean...what if...just what if your friend finds out? You were meant to take care of her not fuck her" I announced on top of my lungs and Harry leans back to his chair. He looked like someone in his savage era totally looking at me like I have lost it. "I intend to make her mine..." He hadn't complete his statement when my hand pushed the cabbage in my hand inside his mouth. "You're a Pedophile"

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

Harry nodded, "Is the person Uncle Levi likes the bad girl who stole Uncle Levi on the day of his mother's wedding to Uncle Levi?" Grainne helplessly replied, "Harry, you mustn't call people evil behind their backs! That's very impolite, you know that?" Harry wanted to say that the girl who stole Uncle Levi was a bad person, but then dared not say so because he was afraid that his mother would be angry. So he nodded obediently: "Yes, Harry knows, I won't say it anymore. But mom, Harry really couldn't bear to leave Uncle Levi. Will Harry be able to sneak a visit to Uncle Levi later? Just a little visit is fine.”

The moment the Heavenly Stars Sect's disciples saw Harper's face, they were taken aback, and some of them appeared frightened. Harper's face was caught in the Glorious Dragon's flame, and as his head was lowered the whole time, none of them noticed it. Hence, everyone thought he was more terrifying than a demon. Half of his hair was scorched, and the left half of his face was wrinkled like a burnt orange peel. Not only that, but Harper's eyeballs bulged out of the twisted muscles, and the veins wriggled like earthworms. At that time, his nose was gone, his mouth torn apart, and they could even see his row of gum.

Ruby POV Two weeks had crawled by in this wretched place, each day darker and more suffocating than the last. The once smooth canvas of my face now bore a deep, angry scar, a constant reminder of my reckless power. My eyebrows were nothing but a memory, singed off in an explosive burst of magic I could barely control. I looked hideous, a twisted, ruined version of myself, and the sight of it churned my stomach. "We should leave," Hailey's voice was soft, yet urgent, as she watched me snarl at my reflection in the cracked mirror, my hands trembling at the edges of the sink.