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Welcome to the magical world of 2 magical locations that are famous. over in britan there is a large castle known as hogwarts meanwhile over in long island there is a large camp called hogwarts. some go to one, some to both. they must unite as time itself seem to shatter. (those who go to both are those who are demigod and wizard, children of magic gods). You Spend Most of The RP in hogwarts or camp half-blood.
Rules:
Wiki Rules,
No Backseating,
No Killing other Guys Characters,
No Talking about 2023 and later this is 2022,
Fourm Parts That have a * are needed,
You cannot be a hogwarts teacher i made those
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Same game as this, but this time the goal of the game is to summarise the entire Harry Potter series. Make sure it’s detailed so it doesn’t end too quickly ;)
In 2008, J K Rowling wrote an 800-word short short story to be auctioned off for charity. According to Rowling's announcement of the prequel on her website (no longer accessible), "the action takes place around 3 years before Harry is born." That places the story in 1977. I just want to know your thoughts on this prequel:
The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted ‘whoa!’ Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.
“We’ve got ’em now!” cried PC Anderson excitedly. “That’s a dead end!”
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator.
There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
“Get off the bike!” he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band.
“No helmets!” Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. “Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount!” (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) “Failing to stop for the police!”
“We’d have loved to stop for a chat,” said the boy in glasses, “only we were trying —”
“Don’t get smart – you two are in a heap of trouble!” snarled Anderson. “Names!”
“Names?” repeated the long-haired driver. “Er – well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce… Bathsheba… Elvendork…”
“And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,” said the boy in glasses.
“Oh, OUR names, did you mean?” asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. “You should’ve said! This here is James Potter, and I’m Sirius Black!”
“Things’ll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little —”
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets.
For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than —
“Drumsticks?” jeered Anderson. “Right pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of —”
But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying – actually FLYING – up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels.
Fisher’s knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP – BANG – CRUNCH – they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
“Thanks very much!” called Sirius over the throb of the engine. “We owe you one!”
“Yeah, nice meeting you!” said James. “And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!”
There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemen’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
"From the prequel I am not working on -- but that was fun!"
--- J.K. Rowling
Rory Wilmot is Neville Longbottom,
Amos Kitson is Dudley Dursley,
Louise Brealey is Madam Rolanda Hooch
Anton Lesser is Garrick Ollivander.
So if he saw his parents die as an infant, Harry could've seen the thestrals from day one of Hogwarts. Given that he only travelled on the carriages in his second year, he would've seen them long before OotP.
So why is he suddenly so shocked by them in that book and why hasn't he mentioned it before now?
Here is my latest sketch of my ever favourite Emma Watson. Any thoughts?
How to play:
Each person adds one word at a time (e.g. the first person says “we,” the second says “hate,” and the third says “Umbridge”) to write a story together.
Rules:
1) You can comment more than once, of course, but your comments must not be right next to each other.
2) Articles count as a word
3) Keep it on the Wizarding World theme (on-topic).
Here is my recent sketch of the Half Blood prince with the love of his life 🥺
We have officially gotten our first look with 11 year old Dominic McLaughlin as Harry Potter, and I'm super pumped and excited. I get how Harry still has the blue eyes and his hair isn't black, but I was excited that they actually made his hair messy unlike in the film version of the Philosopher's Stone, and that someone put the lightning bolt scar on the left side of his forehead...and his Hogwarts Uniform is the best I've ever seen. The Hogwarts Uniform is simple like in the Cursed Child, but very impactful and I can't wait to see Dominic on screen. Production has started today, and I can't wait.
Unfortunately, while many of us are hoping the series to be released next year, it has been pushed to 2027. Proof:
"The series will debut in 2027 on HBO and HBO Max where it’s available."
Well, I'm so excited and I cannot wait, and they say time flies really fast, so let's count down the days! The magic of the journey has just begun.
Ministry edition
Cornelius Oswald Fudge
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Mafalda Hopkirk
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