Abracadabra Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"You are a tall fella, aren't you? So what's your name?" Lord Ravenclaw asked the half-giant wizard. "Rubeus Hagrid, your Lordship, keeper of the keys and grounds of Hogwarts." "Mr. Hagrid, so tell me, who is Aragog and why do you say it was not the attacker?" "Just Hagrid, please. Aragog is an acromantula, he lives deep in the forest now. And he never attacked anyone in the castle." The Bloody Baron added to Hagrid's tale just after.

The antique shop was not far from our house on the west side. I slowly pushed open the door, which was dark as usual. The rusted door creaked, indicating that the shop had been neglected. It was quiet and dusty everywhere. "Hello?" I yelled out, but no one answered. I noticed a blue lighting bulb on a shelf facing the window and strolled up there discreetly, examining the titles of books on the shelf. The ‘Abracadabra of Spells’ was the title of one that caught my eye. "A strange name, Abracadabra is really a magical chant "I mumbled as I took the book.

"Do you believe in magic?' He asked. " I do!" "I do!" "I do!" The three of them responded and the doors of the coffins were closed. "Abracadabra!" He called. "Abracadabra!" They chorused. He walked to each of the coffins and used the wand he was holding to touch them three times with a tapping sound. "No way out!" He yelled as smoke started coming out from the coffins. The people watched to see what would happen as he nodded at the zombie costumed attendants who walked to the coffins and opened them up.

Harp crashing to the ground. He tried to say something, but even though his mouth was wide open, he couldn't speak a word or breathe. His face flushed like a ripe apple and his eyes became so huge that they almost didn't fit in orbit. Only little, low groans could be heard coming out of his throat. Miss Blackwood once again uttered an unspeakable word, Efficere, and again waved that thin wand, following a different pattern now, and the string around Mr. Harp's neck broke and a small key flew at her.

Thus, she took the time to activate the spell that would hide the beating of her heart. Two hours into Sabrina’s attempt, Arabella knew it was time to hide away her life. On her first try, she used Sabrina’s necklace. She recited the spell, and she felt the energy engulfing her, but to her shock, the energy died down. She cussed, realizing Sabrina’s necklace had little strength. She used whatever vitality she absorbed from the moon and chanted the spell again, all while still holding on to whatever power the necklace had left. Minutes into her tries, she felt the air become icy, and she fainted on the floor. Her heart seemed to have stopped, but she was still aware of everything around her.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

, Ntate Mogoadi thought to himself. After listening to her story of a messed up marriage, Ntate Mogoadi gave her three folded papers with brown powders in them. With incantations in between Ntate Mogoadi gave her orders on how to use the medication. He sent her off with the an assurance that her marriage would be restored after following the orders he gave her.

"I have no intention of harming you," Harry clarifies, face soured by the thought. "I would never harm a pregnant Omega, much less you, carrying the last line of Black." "My child will never be part of your sick twisted shit," Ariadne hisses. "You can go f*ck yourself." Harry laughs, eyes sparkling as if Ariadne had just complimented his pinstripe suit. "God, you're perfect. Like a lily, a perfect Madonna Lily," Harry says, and it causes Ariadne to nearly vomit.

Harley asked, and I shook my head. Harley smiled at me, and I knew she heard a plan. “The witches just helped us, Ava; I have a plan," Harley said, raising a potion, which was in a mini bottle. A wicked smile crept to the corners of my lips.