Audiobook Harry Potter Order Of The Phoenix นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moment Violet’s words sank in, I pushed away from the desk and strode out of the office, ignoring both Octavia’s and Violet’s questions that followed me into the hall. The library was quiet as I entered and headed to where the Phoenix journals were kept. Our very first Alpha was called to rise and fight against demons. I had scoured his journals regarding it when Violet had first informed us about King Lezdeus’ involvement in what was to come. I used my thumbprint to unlock the cabinet where they were kept, pulling out the one that I needed. The leather cover was worn with an image of the wolf on it. I carefully flipped through the delicate pages until I found what I was looking for.

I watched as every member of Chaos’ family cut their palm open and make a trail of blood from where they stood to where the urn was placed without a hitch or pause in their chant. I felt the moment when a change occurred to the power flowing around and saw the exact moment when the urn went up in flames. The brighter it burned, the higher the chants went and the more it rattled. I held my breath when the lid of the urn flew right off of it as if kicked before it burst into pieces. Its bursting did not shock me as much as the phoenix that emerged out of it with its flaming wings wide spread and its head thrown back as it let out what sounded very much like a battle cry.

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

She slowly steps inside, no trace of Merfoy even his shadow. “Hello? Merfoy? Why is it so dark in here?” she said lowering her voice. She suddenly heard a loud thud in the right corner, it was from the bookshelf. It was so dark that she can’t see a single thing. She step into a book and picked it up. “Is this Merfoy’s magic book?” she thought as she opened it, it suddenly produced a light that struck her eyes and lit the corner where she is standing. The pages moved on their own as it suddenly stops, she read what was written on the page.

Sometimes, I forget Alex was the Fairy Queen. 'It is regarding the ancestral book of the fairies, you know, that book in the care of the royal family?'Alex mused. Moira nodded, as if telling her to continue. 'The book had been locked for ages in a safe and guarded with magic. Phoenix here, who as you already know is a werewolf, walked up to the safe, touched it and it opened and she picked up and read the book and as you can see, she is still very much alive and well. You know that book is guarded by fairy magic and no other supernatural creature could touch it without loosing their life. How Phoenix did that and is still alive is a big puzzle we hoped you could help us solve' Alex concluded

Mother Agnes says. "Okay," I say. I follow Mother Agnes to another room. Libby follows up, bringing the book. There is a table with candles and a black and purple cloth resting neatly on it. The three of us sit at the table. Libby scoots the book to Mother Agnes for her to open. Mother Agnes says something over the book in almost a whisper. The book opens. The book seems to take on a life of its own. The page race from the beginning to the end and then settle on the first page.

I took my time reading, and another hour went by. On finishing the third book, I realised I hadn’t read them in the right order. It seemed Finding the One was the first book, followed by The Claiming Rites, and then Under the Red Moon. This was a trilogy that needed to be read in the right order. I stared closely at the books and found the numbers on them written on each book from one to three, just like I arranged them. These numbers were written on the drawn-out full moon on the bottle right of the book’s front page, and, being set beside each other in the formal order, the full moon glowed.

"Master, I have not come for anything, I just want to report that Niko might be planning his attack tonight." "And what made you say that?" the headmaster asked. "He told me master," she replied. But the headmaster became angry and slammed his chair. "Don't fall for a trap Zatima!!" "But master!!" The headmaster became more even angrier and stand up. "How dare you oppose me! Are you afraid of him? He is just an ant in my kingdom!!!" the grandmaster shouted in anger. Zatima bowed her head and kept kneeling. She smirked. Her plan had succeeded.

As I went to speak he beat me to it. "Open up the book." He ordered out in a not very demanding way. He knew to keep his tone right unless it was an emergency. I opened the book and froze. This couldn't be? I skimmed thought the book and my mind went into overdrive. I had to calm myself down a bit because I was forming so many plans and thinking of all the things I had to do now. I closed my eyes for a minute and once my excitement simmered, I opened them and smirked as I re read the book title outloud. "Forbidden spells."