Novel & Cerita Black Lake In Harry Potter

She stirred, her small hands trembling as she gripped the side of the cot. “They’re underground,” she whispered before even seeing us. Eric, standing in the doorway, stepped inside. “You saw it again?” he asked quietly. Lucas nodded, his voice hoarse. “There’s a lake... but not really a lake. It’s fake. There’s stone beneath, People.” “Children,” Lily added. “And wolves but they don’t howl. They scream.” “An illusion spell” Eric murmured as he nodded to me. Eric crouched beside them, calm but alert.

“Normally you would need your own spells and wand, but you can use this black bone dagger as a substitute for your wand.” “Daran, wait, are you really going to make me a witch?” “You are a blessed holy blood possessor. I am still not sure whether you have supernatural abilities or not? But, we will find out after today.” I took back the black bone dagger. “Are you still talking for a long time?” A figure of a jeveric suddenly answered and emerged from a hole in the tree. “Roka?” I was surprised to see him in a place like this. “Long time no see, Jonea,” said Moka and was followed by Koka.

It seemed they didn’t care too much about the gruesome battle raging outside; their eyes were on the invisible barrier surrounding the house. As the witches walked along the edge, creating a semicircle around the barrier, another figure stepped out from the growing fog outside the tree line. The tall Raven had straight black hair that ran almost the entire length of her back. She was thin and had strange black markings all over her pale skin, which seemed to whirl on her skin as she began muttering something. A black film emerged as she chanted, swirling around her body in pulses.

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

Black curls fell over her shoulders, glam up her nondescript dress with its luxury. The sea witch moved the water ball to the bridge and unclenched her fingers. With a noise, the water rushed down, and the newt fell to his knees, breathing heavily and pressing his palms to his ribs. Stuck in the trap of witchcraft, he couldn’t breathe, as if Agnes's invisible hand had squeezed his chest to suffocation. “Put your hate in the sink and don't you dare show it to me! Now help me carry Nocté. And maybe I won't kill you today.” The sorceress spoke with a joyless smile, holding her niece's head.

There was still a tiny bit of silver liquid left at the bottom of it. Unscrewing it, a strange smell came to my nose. It was hard to tell what it was like, but it made me lightheaded. But the next second, Violet was getting unsettled. She snarled and jumped to the front of my mind, her claws reaching out. Yes, I remember it now. How could I not? It was the scent that mingled with his, faint but tricky, as if trying to cover something. I had heard about such a potion created by the black witches in the deep woods.

Tasted blood that wasn’t human. We broke apart. Circled. “Stop!” Isla was pulling at the chains. The wards burned her. Her skin smoked. She didn’t stop. “Lucian! Darius! Stop! Please!” We didn’t. Darius raised his hand. The air changed. It got heavy. It got hot. The water in the lake started to steam. “Technique,” he said. “Black Tide.” The lake rose. Not a wave. A wall. Twenty feet high. Black water, full of things that weren’t water. It hung there. Then it fell.

"The Well." Through the trees, I could see it. The ancient stone circle. But something was wrong. The water wasn't reflecting the lightning. It was absorbing it. Black water. Just like in my vision. We ran the last hundred yards. Slipped and slid down the muddy slope. The Well was worse up close. The water was completely black. It moved wrong. Like it was alive. "What happened to it?" Kael asked. I knelt by the edge. Looked into the darkness.

“I get that you are worried Logan but don’t act like my mom. Charlie showed me the pictures of Tessa’s body and I think I handled it quite well.” He took his eyes off the road for a moment to grin in my direction. His hands relaxed. “I’m not worried,” he said. I wasn’t convinced though. “But I am serious, have you ever gone fishing? The Black lake is a great place to fish.” “Black lake?” “That is what we call it.” He heaved a sigh. “It borders the cliff where Tessa was found. Maybe one of these days when this madness is over we can go out on the water together.”

Hester stuttered. Lucas smiled, "Since you're not afraid, then let's go in." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the Blackrock Gorge. Hester stared at Lucas' back and followed him. There were no flowers or trees visible in Blackrock Gorge. Everything inside was black, even the rocks. In addition, the gorge was filled with miasma. "Senior." Hester suddenly became weak. Lucas turned around and noticed that Hester was poisoned. He hurriedly used Healing Spells to cure Hester.