One shot that precedes a long shot. Harry is sixteen years old and things for him in school don't very well for him. [ " Every time, that a small boy with fringe spread in front of his blue eyes called him back with a shrill voice from the back of the hall, he always ended up startled and had to be careful not to drop to the ground, all the books he had in his arms" ] ZARRY This story isn't my. It's only a translation that I'm doing. All rights reserved to the owner of this book. NOT MINE ©All rights reserved to MisiaWoWo