Unknown Facts About Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Nobody knows. "Travold hasn't come back, we've been waiting for him for 5 years, he's the only one who knows all our questions. Do you think he won't come back from that dimension anymore?" Shhh—” Keep your voice down Harry, I'm sure there's been a lot of mysterious figures stalking us lately!"

Shifting his gaze back to the table, he took his glass and began pouring himself a drink. After a few more minutes of silently drowning in alcohol, Harry’s voice cut into the eerie silence. “You know drinking alone won’t solve your issue and you know it, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me over. Can I finally know what the unusual drinking ritual is all about?” Denver lowered his glass to the table and stared at Harry. “And how did you know it’s about a girl?” “I don’t…. Wait, what? Did you actually score a girl! Oh my gosh, this is a breaking news”

bullshit he was into. A whirlwind of emotions swirled in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat or two. Sure, I’d only been joking about the whole thing, but suddenly I realized that my faith was about to be tested. I ran over our strange conversation again – when he’d asked about believing in the supernatural. And cold dread settled heavily in my chest. Was he about to tell me Harry Potter was real or something like that? Because I didn’t think I was British enough to believe that…

Then back at her. Absolutely not. Harry was my younger cousin. Twenty-three. Rich, reckless, and had the attention span of a goldfish. He’d been kicked out of two colleges for fighting, and last I heard he was “investing” in crypto by day and racing motorcycles by night. He flirted with anything that breathed and left a trail of crying girls behind him. And Shula, my Shula, who blushed at the word ‘virgin’, was practically vibrating at the sound of his name.

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Yet, here I am, in a castle where I’m about to attend school. “Do the stairs change positions?” I whisper to Forrest, since he is the closest to me. He raises an eyebrow. “Why would they do that?” “Never mind,” I mumble. Right. I forgot. They don’t even know what Harry Potter is. “Explain yourself,” he demands, not leaving me room to argue. I roll my eyes. Forrest truly is the “alpha.” “It’s from this movie,” I say, waving my hand. Though, it’s much more than just a movie. It’s easier to explain it this way though.

He had to exert all of his willpower to stand still and stop himself from kneeling on the ground. ‘This man scares the sh*t out of me! I have always known that Master Harry is not a man to be trifled with. All of his men are expert fighters, but I failed to find out anything with their background investigation. For someone who has been able to conceal their identity up to this level, this man has to be more than just Scott’s heir!’ Heath was aware of the rumor which circulated in the city, about how Harry was dying due to his deteriorating health. When he finally met him, he was certain that the rumor was bogus.

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.

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.