Unofficial Harry Potter Cookbook の小説・ストーリー

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 said to him in walking around his room, I turned my head to him in waiting for an answer and he quickly shook his head from one side to another. So he hadn't any family members. But from disgust smell, I smelled something else. He had drugs there, he kept them in a book. I went by the bookshelf and took the third book. "Harry Poter? Are you for real?" He kept in a children's tale drugs. Pages were cut in the middle of a book and placed drugs instead. He paled from my question maybe he was afraid that I liked his book and he destroyed what I like. No, I didn't like this nonsense, but... I shook my head in thinking drop it, Jack.

Amora said while pointing at the shelf where the book was, Alex suddenly looked at the book and nodded to his mother as a sign that he was going to take the book. Alex started climbing the ladder located under the shelf to reach the purple book. He brought the book to Amora and they moved towards the table so that they could more freely read the book. "This is it, this book is what I was looking for!" Amora said happily while staring intently at the book, Alex and Amora began reading the book together, until on the last page they found a recipe for a healing potion for Axton and Helena. "This recipe is exactly what you need, it says here we have to find these two special flowers to make this

Slamming her against the wall and getting into a hot make out session probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since she already had the wrong idea but I needed a distraction and the girl was hot. Heading home after school I found mum, reading at the kitchen table. “What’s that?” pointing to the book in her hand. “A new book of conjuring spells I acquired from a coven up north, I’m just verifying if its legit or a fake” she answered “So, which one is it?” I asked “it’s real and extremely rare, I will need to keep this one out of human hands and in my special collection, if in the wrong hand it could be dangerous” She answered

I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me. "It's okay, we don't mind if you read it," he says, expressionless, not looking up from his task. He seems to examine the spine of each book, looking for a certain title that belongs to the book he needs. I walk by his side, now noting the real similarities between Ray and Xavier; their almost identical looks except for the scar and hair. All this time, he hasn't acted like a grump, which is a plus, and also a side of him that is pleasantly new to me. He smiles as he pulls out the book we need, a dusty one that isn't thick at all. The side reads Summer Kitchen: 100 Delicious Recipes and the cover is completely blank. I squint at the thin cookbook,

"Unfortunately, I don't have the spells and guides needed to perform that magic. Only my father knows about it, and he wrote it in his somewhere unknown spell books. I saw those books when I was a child." "Spellbooks?" Grace repeated, furrowing her brow. "Could it be... a book that looks like recipe books or something?" "Well, my father did hide his spell formulas in cooking, shopping, and other notes," Suzan recalled. "THERE IT IS!" Grace exclaimed, surprising Adro and Suzan. Then she turned to Adro and shook his arm. "Don't you remember? When we came to that mansion again, I found a recipe book!" Adro's eyes widened. "Do you still have it?"

he grabbed Jared in a headlock, ruffling his hair aggressively. Jared looked none too fazed, rolling his eyes slightly, as if he was used to his dad doing things like this, though I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. "The reason I brought you here was because of this," he went over to one of the shelves, pulling out a huge, emerald-covered book from it. "The witches left the book here, it is said to contain an extensive list of spells and potions in there that is not easy to find in other spell books. It's ancient, consisting of easy spells, to hard ones, and even some spells they conjured themselves," he explained, handing over the book to me.

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

Mom asks as we sit at the kitchen table eating sandwiches and potato chips. "Fine. Uncle Harry sure had a wide range of interests. He's got everything from biographies to books on Wicca." I tell her. "I'm about halfway through. How's it going in the basement?" "Slow. Your uncle wasn't the most organized man in the world." Mom says, sighing. "I'm really having to organize everything before I can start sorting through his finances. This may take longer than I thought."

I had been living in a pit of soup cartons and medication since a few days before, and I was frankly sick and tired of feeling so… well, sick and tired. I was meeting Harry for lunch at a café not far from my place, and I was so excited about seeing him again—and handing over the presents for Winnie and him at last. I had managed to make it out to the store the day before to grab something for both of them. For Winnie, I had found this cute little book on unusual professions that women had had through the ages, and for Harry, I had selected a bottle of whiskey that I was looking forward to handing over to him. The two of them had been so attentive and sweet with me that I figured it was the