Albus Potter Wand Novels & Stories

The high priest said with his arms open as if hugging the wand floating in front of him, and one or two light chuckles emerged from the crowd. "The alpha of the alphas and the most powerful witch of all time created this wand together, with liquid silver, star ore, perpetual ice, eternal fire, and the flower of life." The crowd stared at the wand, and the eyes are filled with frantic sparkles. "Their names are forever to be remembered," Said the high priest in a chanting voice, "Erebus, alpha of the alphas, The Silver Lightning, the Lord! And his mate, Kitty the witch of shadow."

"Your disguise is impeccable I agree to that, but it is still not enough to fool the eyes of experts, silly child. You should continue looking for your wand, you don't have to worry I will not tell your secret to another soul, I promise." Feeling that the owner does not have any malicious intent towards her, Audrey decided to trust her intuition. Besides, it's not as if this shop owner will be too bored to be gossiping about a small fry like her, she thought. She continued trying out the available wands until she arrived at the last cabinet. There she saw an inconspicuous looking wand. Its color was deep violet and it was lacking of exquisite design unlike the other wand displayed on the sto

And now, Ralph was saying that she was brought to meet him. "You must be Isabella." A smile was turned to the confused lady. "Nice to meet you." "Where is Albus?" Isabella blurted out and looked around the space she was in. She didn't expect the reply that came. "I am Albus." A gasp escaped the shocked lady. It was followed by a chuckle from the wizard. Albus looked... 35. Isabella could not give the wizard anything above that age. The wizard's hair was completely white and silky, captured with a string and styled into a ponytail that touched his lower back. His dark eyes looked vibrant, young, energetic. One could even mistake him for 29 and wouldn't be wrong.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

"So, what do you wish for me to do, Master?" "Please don't call me that," I said with an awkward laugh, then cleared my throat. "Can you put a barrier around this house to prevent vermin from entering it, especially alpha vermin?" She stroked her chin thoughtfully and shrugged. "I don't know, I've never tried putting up a barrier before," ah, that's bad. Apple's eyes gleamed with resolution and she grinned like an award winner. "Let's test it out!" She snapped her fingers and a small wand-like sceptre appeared in her hand. The body of the wand was like the rainbow head of a lollipop and the top was a bright pink gem with white wings under it. It was strange seeing a costume-like wand as a re

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

Paul had an old classmate named Albus Copperfield who dabbled a little in witchcraft and dark magic on the side, so he was the best person to contact for these kinds of "mystical" issues. Albus came to our house that very night. When he glanced at my baby, he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's a good thing that you discovered the issue with that gold bangle and removed it. Otherwise, it wouldn't only be your baby's body that would be transferred. Your sister would have siphoned all of your luck away, too!

Dealing with someone like me was likely as simple to him as one plus one equals two. So it was better to treat him the way I always had: purely, simply, as an idol. Even ambiguity was not allowed. Thinking this, I quickly finished crafting the wand. Looking at the staff soaked in the spring water, the enormous Tear of the Moon Goddess set upon a snow-white diamond mount, I felt that this must be the most valuable wand in all the Nine Worlds today. Perhaps I would never again have the chance in my lifetime to work with materials this fine. After wiping the wand gently with a soft cloth, I stood up and turned around—only to find that Lan had already fallen asleep.

My fingers brushed against the cool surface of the stone slab, and with a firm grip, I heaved it aside to reveal the hidden compartment beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the object nestled within—a wand, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. Instinctively, I reached out and grasped it, feeling its weight in my hand as if it were a living thing, pulsing with dormant power.

The next moment, Cadell Marcus threw the Divided Soul Pot directly to the ground. The Divided Soul Pot immediately expanded when it saw the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was half a person taller, the golden light became even more sparkling, and all the projection room was transparent, and then, from that Divided Soul Pot, groups of black murderous aura, gloomy demonic aura, blood-red demonic aura, continued to flow continuously from that Divided Soul Pot slowly flew out. Waldo Roy Wizard looked at it and immediately widened his eyes. A good person inside, damn, this is too scary.