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Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

I thought I looked good in the mirror, the best I've looked for weeks due to him! He runs back down the stairs holding a black box in his hands, it looked big enough to hold a necklace or a watch maybe. He opens it to reveal a necklace in the shape of a heart, from where I was standing it looked like the heart had diamonds going around the edges. That wouldn't have been cheap, hopefully, it hasn't come off a dead person, wow dark Freya. "You look incredible, this necklace will just tie it all together" he smiles taking it out of the box instructing me to turn around, I do as I'm told while he puts the necklace around my neck clasping it.

Her husband nodded. Moments later, the lights dimmed once more. But they didn’t see anyone walk to the middle of the floor. When suddenly, the familiar tune of Hedwig’s Theme came on. The students, especially the ones who have watched and loved the Harry Potter movies, recognized the music. “This! Isn’t this in the soundtrack of the Harry Potter movie?” “Yes! It is! My gosh! This is my ringtone!” “And their dress.. The color reminds me of the Beauxbatons.”

There was no need—her defeat was certain. But as they brushed past one another, Harry's gaze fell on the violin in her hand. Something about it struck him as familiar. His steps faltered. He whipped around to look again, eyes narrowing in shock. Shaluna! It was Shayla's legendary violin—Shaluna. And for Harry, it was a nightmare. He could never forget: whenever the sound of Shaluna filled the air, he had no choice but to bow beneath its brilliance, powerless and defeated.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ 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. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. 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.

XANDRIA'S POV I sat on my couch, running my hand through my hair as if my brush wasn't worthy. Ha! Yeah right. I was just too lazy to go into the bathroom and brush it myself. Ice cream was beside me on the table, my sweatpants fit loosely around my waist, and my loose shirt was on my torso like a blanket. I sighed, turning on the TV and finding that Harry Potter was on. Hey! Professor Lupin was a werewolf. Umm... A pretty ugly and fake werewolf.

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons." Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream?"

He stood up in anger when the words of the witches came back to him. "Use the releasing spell to make the motion." Yes he was a practicing witch, good with herbs and potions but not with spells he noticed as he went to the spell book. He read through the spell book and then what he was finally looking for appeared. He followed the instructions gently until he finally got it. He looked at the potion with smiles, "It's my time to make everything right, power is mine!" He concluded with a sinister laughter coming out of him. The moment Xavier came out from his room, he was greeted by Zina's stare. He quickly placed the potion in his pocket.

Am I right, Harry? When Harry found out about this, he was shocked for a considerable amount of time, and when he finally spoke, he said in a chilly tone, "What a waste of time. I pulled the porcelain pot out of Christian's hand for you so that you might use it to hurt me and Terry. Now go ahead and do it!