Alchemist Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

Henry nodded. Kou was confused and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you two, are you even talking? What are you, some kind of mind reader? Are you two psyhopaths?" "Psychics! It's psychic!" Henry corrected Kou protested, "That's what I said. Physics! Even Megumi doesn't know what you're saying!" "Hey, Physics' a subject." "It's not the same?" Henry shakes his head and said, "No." Yui ignored us and continued walking... Kou asked persistently, "Henry's a what? Megumi?"

It was a technique that placed talented alchemists above the mediocre ones, and the same one that brought about the title, "Alchemy Grandmaster" "He is done," Zandor suddenly said, and Frederick nodded his head. The energy in the hut suddenly grew much denser as Edict generously poured into the ground herbs. A blinding light was produced as the healing potion was completed. A medicinal scent so strong that Frederick had to turn off his sense of smell filled the place, and the masked man sighed lightly, his action a sign that Edict Infused Alchemy was more draining than it looked.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement.

"Hmm—What potent medicinal aroma!" Alex's nose twitched as he caught a whiff of a medicinal fragrance. He was a highly skilled alchemist, and according to the the Ultimate Book of Medicine, could now be called a Grand Master Alchemist. And unlike those who had his cultivation, the firstborn could use the laws of heaven and earth to refine extremely extraordinary pills known as fairy pills. The medicinal fragrance Alex could now smel, on the other hand, went beyond the realm of fairy pills. It was a divine pill… of rather extreme valure

"This one is very much alive. She’s young. Beautiful and very manipulative. She also possessed powerful magic." "Really? I thought she was powerless. That's why the Fire King hated her like a plague?" Shit, that does sound like her, doesn’t it? Pearl tried her best to feign a look of total innocence. She gave them a look like a virgin trying to understand what orgasm was. Pure innocence and all. "But you know, I have heard rumours about an alchemist hiding away in a cottage near the river." Sorry, Almera. It’s me or you. And it isn’t going to be me.

His sharp gaze penetrated illusions and fell on the top of the Enchanted Peak. Heath's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the Clear Spirit Pills that underwent tribulation, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "Are these eighth-grade alchemical pills? Has Severin advanced to become an eighth-grade alchemist?" As a ninth-grade alchemist, he could tell that the quality of these Clear Spirit Pills was extremely extraordinary, even though they only reached the level of eighth-grade primary alchemical pills. However, they were all perfected with all impurities removed, leaving only the most essential medicinal properties.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.