Novel & Cerita Why Was James Potter Called Prongs

"You're stupid! If Victor and I died here, then surely everyone would be doomed! What was your plan?" "I'd go back to help you!" James said determinedly. "I just wanted to make sure they were safe, and then I'd come back to help them! I left some pollen at the entrance, all I had to do was confirm that they were safe, and I'd use that to release them and give them the energy to keep fighting." "How did you get rid of the needle I put in the meeting?" I asked. "The necromancer thought you might do something similar and gave me a potion to take, which helped encapsulate the needle and didn't activate it," James replied.

"We give thanks and praise to the goddess for your return." And my mom, I want to say. I get on my knees and open my arms to their adorable twins. "You don't look like our aunt Apphia," the boy, James, frowns. "I know. A bad wizard did something to my body, and I have to be in this one for a little while as my body gets fixed," I explain as simply and as best as I can. "Hmm, but how did you get this body?" my namesake, Apphia, asks, her big eyes wide with curiosity.

Apollo’s POV The obnoxious presence of James stood before the dungeon, vomiting his nonsense that fell on deaf ears. My entire focus was on Zelda, standing by his side with a tray bearing a single cup. The tension etched across her face hinted at her internal struggle. James snapped his fingers, yanking me back to his bland speech. "Hey, are you even listening, you imbecile?" he taunted, following my gaze to Zelda. "Ah, I see, you're hooked by her. Is your brain only connected to your dick?" he mocked, chuckling to himself.

The other four had shifted back into their human form and, by the look on Nick’s face, that fence wasn’t supposed to be there. One of the Alpha’s men grabbed the fence before James could stop him. He cried out and James grabbed the closest fallen branch and slammed it into him to break the electrical current that flowed through him. He jerked for a second from the shock but recovered except for his hand. A nasty burn scarred his palm, proving what James had suspected to begin with. “The damn fence is electrified and Xavier used silver, too,” James spat with disgust, and Nick growled loudly.

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.

Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect. “Fuck I feel like The Half-blood Prince made this shit.” Once that eye is good, I switch to the other. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much since I didn’t rub it, but I still put the drops in it. Then I grab my glasses. And put them one, and before you ask yes, they are in fact very Potter like. Only they are thin wire circles rather than the thick plastic Harry were. My fall more than him and I don’t have a wand or magic spell to fix them. So, wire was needed.

I’d loved going shopping with Diane and the girls, and they’d had to drag me away from those flashy shops every time. “The dark witches could track you because you’re marked,” Smooth said, piercingly brown eyes training on me through his gilt glasses. I bet he sold a lot of spells and potions to Jason to have such fancy glasses. I also had a hunch that the green potion Jason had thrown at the prison wall came from this rich mage. Too bad teleport spells didn’t work in the warded shifters’ military compound, or we could have saved a lot of running. “Oh yeah? Marked by who exactly?” I demanded.