110 Results in the "Harry Potter" fandom
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By the second week of October, Harry had to admit it. He’d turned into a bit of a nerd. Not like Hermione-level, obviously. But he had a schedule now. A rhythm. He got up, went to class, actually took notes, did his homework without someone yelling at him, and spent more than a few evenings testing potions ingredients with Daphne or trying to crack Joren’s stupid coded journal. It was weirdly satisfying. Charms had settled into something more normal after that wild dueling lesson with Flitwick.…-
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“Last week,” Snape began, his voice slicing through the low murmur of the dungeon like a well-aimed Severing Charm, “I informed you all about our dear Headmaster’s brilliant idea for a collaborative Potions project. A week has passed. I do hope… you’ve used your time wisely.” He paused, letting the silence stretch uncomfortably long. Harry, seated next to Daphne at their usual workstation, could feel the tension in the air already. No cauldrons were lit. No ingredients were laid out. Just…
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“You are probably wondering why I called you over here, Harry,” said Professor Dumbledore. Harry, sitting in the chair across from his desk, turned his eyes from Fawkes to the Headmaster. He hadn’t seen the phoenix in a while, and for the first few minutes, he’d been quietly watching as the bird preened its feathers. Fawkes trilled a soft, melancholy note, clearly displeased that Harry’s attention had shifted. “Yes, Headmaster,” Harry said, straightening. “Professor McGonagall said…
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Twilfitt’s Pewter and Titanium was a cauldron jungle and not a store. The piles of pewter, silver, and reinforced titanium figures rose precariously, some with tendrils of steam escaping from them, others softly radiating with internal magic. A massive blackened cauldron in a corner crackled with residual magic. The stout wizard shopkeeper with sooty-colored robes barely even looked up from polishing a bronze stir rod. “If you want regular cauldron, back row,” he growled. “Silver’s in the…
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Daphne let out a slow breath, clearly trying to collect herself after that little confession. She grabbed her quill, tapping it idly against the table before finally glancing back at Harry’s notes. “So,” she said, as if forcing them both back to reality. “Are we done getting distracted, or do you actually want to figure out how we’re supposed to make this potion work?” Harry grinned, but he let her change the subject. “Alright, back to work,” he said, dragging his parchment toward…
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