Albus Severus Potter Wand Novels & Stories

Not after the way I begged him to ruin me. He reaches over me to the nightstand, the one that used to hold Ethan’s watch and wedding ring. His fingers fumble in the drawer, then come back with something heavy, something that hums to life with a low, menacing buzz the second he switches it on. The wand. Thick-headed, corded, the kind that’s more machine than toy—powerful enough to rattle bones. He’s had it hidden here for years, maybe longer. I don’t ask. I don’t care.

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!

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

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.

When he walked to me, he carried one wand which was a little bend. I gasped. "Snape! Is that Bellatrix's wand?" I knew most people were either hated Bellatrix or loved her, there was no in between. She was a mean character who had used her wand to torture Alice and Frank Longbottom and God knew how many other people, but I could not help but to admire the appearance of the wand. It was unique, just like the Elder Wand, it has its own look. "Yes, it is." Hunter handed the wand to me. "Shall we?"

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

"The best wands are between twelve and fifteen inches long. And you don't want them too thin or the magic projecting through it could shatter. But you don't want it too thick that it becomes heavy and uncomfortable either." "How do we know the difference?" My face burns when half the class turns to stare at me. "I mean, I've never made a wand before, what if mine is too thin but seems fine to me?" "A good guideline, Brene, is to find a branch that's about the same diameter as your middle finger or a little thicker at one end that will be the base-the part you'll hold. Oh, and it's perfectly fine that the branch isn't super straight, just not one that's a severe angle. But gnarly or slightly

"I'm actually looking forward to that day. I've prepared enough weapons to make this house a tomb for them. Besides, Albus is a former soldier. He's an expert in tactics and weapons." I let out a long gasp. "Albus? That old man?" "Don't let the gray hair fool you." "No wonder," I muttered honestly. "For an old man, his body is still very athletic. The muscles in his arms and thighs still look very solid. Whoa." Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks. I stopped, too, confused. "Why?" He tilted his head, staring straight at me with a piercing gaze that made my breath catch in my throat. "You... do you like muscular men? You even paid such attention to Albus's thighs? If he heard this, he'd defin

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.