What Was Dumbledore's House Novels & Stories

It was late in the night and the skies were dark, but the lamp posts gave the building a warm glow, as if they had traveled through time. Morgan pulled the dazed Alexa into the huge castle, and Alexa swooned at the interior decoration. It was artfully and tastefully decorated, and it even had a fireplace and a plush and comfortable single couch in front of the fireplace. She could already tell who normally sat in that spot just by looking at it. There were high-quality and luxurious rugs adorning the floors, making the atmosphere look warm and fuzzy. Alexa imagined how nice it would feel running around barefoot in this breathtaking place.

We started walking again to the place we were really going to. We got to a building and I did not allow the Sorcerer to talk that I have already spoken that we have gotten there. The house has a snake inside a cage and all other features of the house that I have forgotten before, I started seeing and remembering them all. We entered the house and did not find anyone there. I and Salazar started shouting to draw the attention of her, if possible she might be in the house in a hidden place. The Sorcerer went to a place where an hollow and cylindrical object made of clay and filled with water is. He looked at the water and startes talking with her inside the wall.

More importantly, what were going to do with my men? A clue to my question came sooner than I expected. Two men, who were obviously werewolves, dragged us out in a ruthless manner. We came to what looked like an Hogwarts dining hall. The difference was no exquisite cuisine to nurse the taste buds, no ghosts, no smiling faces, and definitely no witches. But we’ve got a Dumbledore, only younger and clean shaven, sitting at the head of the table with a smirk that had me trembling to my toes. The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage.

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

It’s huge, with a towering façade that seems to loom over not just the narrow cobblestone road that it’s on, but the entire neighborhood, even if it is the same height. At the top of the building is a series of lion statues, and on the huge wooden double doors is a golden plaque engraved with the House Corbin logo. “It looks like Hogwarts!” she murmurs, grinning. Can she help it that the first book series that ever hooked her was the Potterverse? She watched every movie enough times that she drove Mom crazy quoting Hermione’s lines. And when Hermione walked down that staircase in the pink gown, going from nerdy to drop-dead gorgeous? Her heart exploded, and her imagination went wild. She doe

Erik calmly answered her. "Albus Dumbledore is currently in the Great Lounge, and he is not the Headmaster of Hogwarts anymore. He was suspended indefinitely for breach in the school charter, and I'm seriously thinking of charging the 'old boy' with almost 700 counts of child endangerment. And about 'your Susan's' letter, you haven't read about it because of one of the wards that I took down earlier. Its objective was to control information. It applied a notice-me-not charm in certain parts of the letter pertaining to certain information, in this case, the attacks that happened in the castle."

I squinted through the brightness. Siobhanny screamed. Then the House of Heights came tumbling down. DAZED, I BLINKED MY EYES OPEN TO DARKNESS. Then I coughed against the stone dust, scrabbling to free myself from the fallen masonry and roof beams. My head ached, and blood dribbled down my throat. Frogs’ toes, Mischief taking back his magic had pulled down the entire House of Heights that had been my family’s home — the Wolve Winner’s home — for over four hundred years.

“This looks more magnificent today.” Dumbledore complimented. “Oh!! Actually I did some refurnishing during the weekend. But here it is, a space has been made for you.” I mumbled as we entered the lift. “And over there.” I pointed at the end of the hall and the door had a bold inscription, “ASSOS. DUMBLEDORE VOLDEMORT”, he smiled as he saw how his name was boldly written. “Woah!! Such formality!!” He snapped.

"Albus is a great wizard. He has worked for this pack and Alpha Damon for a very long time. His powers are top notch." Isabella did not require those information, but she was glad he offered them anyway. "This place feels..." She looked around, searching her head for the right word. The passage was very short and led to a staircase. "... magical." That was the only word she could spare. And once again, Isabella found herself going up, exercising the muscles in her leg like she had been doing all afternoon. "Well, it is definitely magical. Most of the labour exercised to erect this structure came from Albus. If not for his powers at some certain stages, it wouldn't have been easy making a wol

Envy laced upon Matilda’s voice. So there are other dorms as well. The Headmaster did not mention that. “Can you tell me about the dorms here at Transylvania Academy?” “Sure, girlie. There are three dorms in the Transylvania Academy. The Benevolent Dormitory where creatures from the Benevolent World stay, the Ambivalent Dormitory for the creatures from the Ambivalent World, and the Malevolent Dormitory where creatures of the Malevolent World live. The entire Asguard Forest belongs to the Ambivalent Dorm. The small islands above this floating island are the territory of the Benevolent Dorm, while the Forsaken Lands belong to the Malevolent Dorm.”