Albus Potter Wand Novels & Stories

She waited in silence for him to continue. "The labels only have dates written. The oldest one dated from 'Summer, 1899', and the newest one dated 'June, 1992'. The wand is black, ebony wood probably. Not used recently enough to work with the reversal spell." Auror Moody finished reporting, and Director Bones noded. "You can use the school's pensieve if you wish to look at some of the memories."

I looked up resigned to my future. Gan-Gan walked over to the wall that had the weapons on it and the curtain began to rise. “I thought you said I wouldn’t need any of these today?” I said as I followed behind her. She opened a small panel that revealed multiple wands. All with different kinds of crystals. She pulled one of the wands off the wall that was white with a Blue Angelite crystal.

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

If Henry were there, he would be shocked to find that the old man was much stronger than him and had truly entered the Earthly Immortals stage. What was even more frightening was that Albus' aura had also skyrocketed wildly, and his strength perpetually improved. He was almost as good as the other old man. Obviously, Albus was also an Earthly Immortal. Albert did give them a fake pendant, but with Charlie and Albus' power, they found out within a few days that the pendant was fake.

Shiele didn’t realise she could love someone who wasn’t blood related like she did Nathuni. A large gong rattled through the walls pulling both of the girls away from each other bringing them back to the there and now; the next lesson was about to start. Releasing each other Shiele leapt up off the bed grabbing her wand from the small bedside table, her wand was thin and elegant, its colour was ombre of white and brown, the handle was white and began as a plait that slowly loosened until it was more like ivy growing up to the brown tip until it was smooth and round.

That was the reason he was in this state, on the brink of death. "So? What's it going to be?" Harrod crowded over. "Do you see anything, Mister Penn?" "Yes. I've found a way to heal Mister Albus." Wilbur opened his right hand, placing all five of his fingertips against Albus' stomach. The next second, a powerful force of suction emerged from his palm to absorb the spider web of power of destruction in Albus' body. The spider was turned into black miasma and white light as well, eventually absorbed into Wilbur's body altogether.

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.

"Every time you walk, you'll feel me." I blushed, but I knew I was gonna enjoy it all. “This is the riding crop,” he said, pointing to a short, leather crop with a stingy-looking tip hanging on a hook. Jordan tapped it against his palm, the thwack echoing in the quiet room. “Don't worry,” he said, you're gonna enjoy every bit of my torture here.” My breath hitched in anticipation. But Jordan wasn't done. He pointed to the night stand. “This is called the high-intensity wand.”

Low, amber strips that glow along the floorboards, creating a mood of heavy, golden anticipation. I walk to the back cabinet. It’s lacquered black wood, imposing and silent. I open it. Inside, coiled like sleeping snakes, are hanks of jute rope. They aren't the soft silk sashes we used before. These are raw, treated hemp. They smell of earth and oil. They have texture. They bite. Next to them sits a case lined in velvet. I open it. The Violet Wand. It’s an electro-stimulation device. A sleek, black handle with a glass electrode attachment shaped like a mushroom. It looks scientific, almost clinical, until you press the button and see the purple plasma arc crackle inside the glass.

She finally realized she was indeed used by Allura and betrayed her friend, but she just couldn't bring herself to forgive Erebus for putting Perses in prison, so she just stood there with her lips zipped and her arms locked in front of her chest. "Come on, be a good boy and don't make me hurt you." Allura touched his face with a gentle stroke with a finger of her other hand still deep inside his shoulder, "What other option do you have here, love?" Annoyed, Erebus had to admit, he didn't have many. He could only lean his hope on the gift being linked to Kitty and cannot be used by other. Actually, it wasn't just a day dream -- No other witch or wizard could bring out the full potential of t