Alchemist Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He turned back to the task. “What is he doing?” Fatima wondered as they followed Tony back into the house. “Connery is a very talented alchemist,” Meguitte replied absently as they approached a bedroom door and Tony opened it into a darkened space. “And we have worked together a great many times over the centuries. He will prepare the ingredients for a healing spell, with a twist using alchemy, and I will return to infuse it with my magic. We will create a poultice for Harry’s eye… Oh, Harry,” she finished as she saw them laid out over the bed.

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.

But Elif was waking too, and she would not let the whispers destroy everything she had built. She was the half-blood. She was the heir. She was the new alpha. And she was just getting started.

I walked down the stage, rushing into the pack house and straight into Alpha' Lucas’ room. “Fuck I am crazy” I said as my hands shook, as I stood in the centre of his room. I looked around before finding the Luna’s old clothes. I rushed to it, picking one, the spell falling out of my mouth as I brought the second potion out of my pocket and pouring it into her. "Let’s see how you like this.” I rushed back out, barely looking were I was going causing me to rush into someone else. I fell on my bum, the sparks I felt freezing me in place.

"Divine alchemy is about transmuting Hajin—the god-particle that can be found everywhere in nature— and turning it into supernatural abilities," Rowan began. We are known as the Wheezer— an alchemist who transmutes Hajin by breathing. There are many types of Alchemy other than Wheezing. Your mother is a Tippler, and your late uncle Han was a gobbler. However, we won't be talking about them today." "But, father, how did you know that I am a wheezer if my power hadn't been awakened yet?"

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

He had heard about it, always from his family. "Researchers are the men who have studied a lot" he said, noticing a hint of amusement in the man's smile. He thought he had said something wrong, but the minstrel's gesture of assent made him change his mind. He relaxed his shoulders, returning to listen carefully. "Among them, there was a particular boy. He had very white skin, and black hair as pitch" he raised his hand, interrupting any kind of intervention by the child "yes, he was an Alchemist. But he didn't know he was. They had picked him up from a street, in the middle of summer, and had looked after him with kindness."

He covered his mouth with his left hand, holding back the urge to vomit. Quickly Daniel helped and carried him to the chair near him. "There's no need to answer if it's too difficult for you to tell me," Daniel took out a small bottle from his coat pocket and opened it, then brought it closer to let him inhale it. From the small bottle, Albert smelled a calming scent of lavender along with something foreign that immediately relaxed his whole body. When he was attending the magic academy of the Northern kingdom—before the academy closed its access to pure-blood witches and was now only intended for mixed-blood witches—he always got a D score for his potion class.

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?