Arabella Figg Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

And align the photo with Bella's photos on the table. "Tell me. Are Bella and the little woman in this photo the same person?"

Arabella lied. "Then where was he when I came with Mirror? I didn't see him?" Jay asked with a raised eyebrow. "I took him to your cage my Lord." Arabella answered. "To my cage? How do you mean?" He demanded. "He is at the place where your serpent is chained." Arabella answered. "How can you be able to make him breath under water?" Jay asked surprisedly. "I am an evil witch, remember, so I used my powers on him." Arabella answered.

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

She wiped her hands with fresh clothes with a sigh. "Egon!" That name sent chills down my spine, like my body recognised unknown fear. I feel like crying whenever this happens, I have felt the same in nightmare and it's a terrible feeling. "Someone else? Someone is there, I got a parcel with my pictures and I know that it's not from him." Arabella got up and leansd against her bike, looking at me nonchalantly. It looks like her personality, she is not fond of emotions it seems. "Then ask those pictures!"

Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here." Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!" Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius." Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice. Emily quickly closed her mouth.

"It wasn't Aria? Are you certain?" Arabella laughed heartily at the question as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever been asked. "Yes, of course, it was me," she replied, standing next to the computer screen and turning to display her profile so that the professor could compare her to the image. "See? It couldn't have been anyone but me!" Professor Higgins dutifully examined the photo and its subject and then nodded, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Not yet. I still need time to get to her. Her mind is not ready." They were about to open the topic on how to deal with the present problem in the family when Fedor interrupted them. "Sir Vanluke, Sir Danil, forgive my intrusion. Miss Ara is here to speak with you both." Vanluke immediately searched with his eyes until it focused on the very being of the woman he would take for as a wife. "Ara. How long have you been there?" Ara's eyes were blank. Her expression is pokerfaced. Her long brown locks of hair are a bit messy spread behind her back and shoulders. She has a coffee brown scarf protecting her from the cold. "Not a few seconds ago."

He gripped the edge of his desk tightly. No, It was not possible. Arabella was no longer there. She had allegedly gone on a private retreat, according to her family. For years, her phone was turned off, which made the press become disinterested. She had faded into quiet shame, everyone thought. Yet here she was on the first page. She had returned with more power and obviously became wealthy. Roman stood, twitching his fingers. He said, "I need her address." "Mister?" "I would like to know where she is staying with whom she is collaborating”. He replied with his voice calmed. “Everything”.

“He was everything that a parent wanted for their child, a PhD student at Harvard. He was the TA in one of my classes.” “You went to Harvard?” Gael gapes at the other. Arabella chuckles a little. “Yeah. With Faye.” “hey, I didn’t know my baby was so smart,” Gael praises. Arabella lightly slaps at his chest, the water around them rippling. She sobers up a little as he goes on with her story.

Thalia echoed incredulously, her astonishment impossible to hide. Arabella affirmed with a nod. "Yes, I am the Queen of the Phoenixes." Thalia's mind reeled, struggling to process the revelation. Arabella as a queen seemed unbelievable, an imaginary cover. With an incredulous toss of her head, she burst into laughter, the sound dripping with sarcasm. "You, a queen?" she retorted, her disbelief palpable. "That's quite the fairy tale." However, her laughter was short-lived, extinguished by the intensity of Orga's gaze. A sudden silence fell over her as the reality of the situation began to sink in.