Romans & histoires Voldemort And Dumbledore

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"She told me to give it two weeks at max." Anger boiled inside of me. I should have known that she would twist my words and use them against me. "That is not true, Mey." I gave her hand a squeeze. "You are not a conquest. You are my special one, my only one, and I love you, Mey." Mey smiled and her eyes turned soft. "I love you too." * * * “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” Dumbledore says in chapter 35 of The Deathly Hallows when looking at the remains of Voldemort's soul.

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

I would have thought it would have been a more complicated selection process. "Well, what were you expecting?" "Something more magical like how in Harry Potter they have the goblet of fire." Liam laughed. "Dallas caught me reading Harry Potter once and she grounded me." "Why?" "Because she said it misleads children to believe witches and warlocks are good." "It's just a book," I defended, "and if you think of it, it doesn't because Voldemort and the rest of the death eaters aren't good. If anything it proves that some are evil but some are also good."

Lord Voldemort". "Voldemort, i thought he died in the war?" Damon asked Derek. "I'm also confused Derek, Damien killed him but how come he's alive and even got some spys in the school?" Damon replied with a question as confusion was written all over his face. "He didn't die Derek, instead he bacame much stronger and much powerful, he became the over Lord of darkness." Emma replied and her smiled widen. "And I'm sure he's gonna enjoy killing you both."

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.