Abracadabra Harry Potter Novels & Stories

The puppy-eyed man immediately took the book from Tanner's grasp. The cover of the book was a little worn but clean without any dust, on it said 'Magic Spells'. "Looks like we have to collect all the new books to find a way to the hidden world," "Hey, are you waiting for us?" asked Nelson - the man with dark blue hair. "Yes." replied Aza honestly.

“I thought I’d find any link to a guy called Argus Argus Markus. I learned that he use to work here” “Can you call his name again?” “Argus Argus Markus” “Its a spell, Rikas. Its a piece from a magic spell” “What? No… Are you serious?” “Argus Argus Markus Argus Sapphire Sapphire Black. That’s how it goes. I read it sometimes back when I was ten. It is the magic spell created by the four children of the Dordon Wizard” “In…sane” “I know. Where did it come from? Who told you its a name? Well, I know they are names, but not really names when you combine them all together”

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

Conrad says after a minute of catching her breath. Sabrina is already by the bookshelves, plucking one off the shelf and sitting herself onto the floor. "Harry Potter? Good choice. Let me know if you need anything," Conrad smiles weakly, walking towards her kitchen unit. She pulls her little handgun out of the cutlery drawer, returning to the chair that faces the door. She sits down in it, her eyes glued to the door. Nobody is getting past her.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand. "This, my friend, is the 'Rhyme-Rite' spell," she explained, unrolling the scroll. "It's foolproof, guaranteed to make anyone rhyme for a day!" I marveled at the intricate symbols and enchanting words inscribed on the scroll. "This is incredible, Sophie! So, how do we use it?" With a mischievous grin, Sophie whispered the instructions. "We just need to recite this incantation and point our wands at the person we want to rhyme. But remember, we must use our powers wisely, and only for the sake of mischief and good fun!"

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

I looked at him confused so Henry cleared his throat and said, "You just asked me to pick you up and then hang up. Other than that, you don't have to remember anything else." Just as he was leaving, he tossed me some pocari sweat saying, "The lady at the convinience store said it's good for hangovers." Ah seriously... how can I give up when you're this kind? You're always giving me mixed signals, Henry. I stood up and said as I was about to give the letter, "Henry... Yui-"

I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”