Blood Quill Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Rujnoiu raised his wand again, made some signs in the air and recited: “Peñota Invenient Me...” The two vanished and appeared by some shelves full of nibs of all kinds. Made of silver, gold or diamonds, water dragon scales, stone or fire dragon scales. You could even push your hand through the water nibs and they didn’t change shape. You could even pass your hand through a water pen, but it still didn’t change its pen shape. Those made of fire, had a playful nib like the flame of a candle, and those made of stone seemed to have a piece of rock on top.

I refused. "Then I guess I am just going to have to show you." He chuckled. With that, Matthan walked forward towards the tree. He reached out into his breast pocket and retrieved some sort of stick. Upon closer examination, I realized it was a quill. Matthan ran the quill over his hand before jabbing the thing into his hand. I gasped seeing what seemed like blood seep up from the injury. Matthan smiled as he watched me. "This is a blood rune quill," Matthan explained calmly. As if that made more sense. "A witch helped me with it and it has been more than helpful."

"You can give me the quill now, Jai. We're covered." Jai did as he was asked and put the quill in the older man's hand. The Minister then reached out his other hand to Carrola, and received a small cubic box in indigo color. Jai then saw the Minister put the quill inside the box. The quill got smaller as it was put inside the box. It was like the girl had told him, the quill would change its size according to its container. The Minister then gave it to Carrola, who then made the box disappear right instantly.

he asked with a mocking tone, as if proud of his cruelty. Hound's silence continued, his gaze fixed, the weight of the moment still lingering in the darkened alley. The alley seemed to grow quieter with every second, the tension thick and suffocating. Suddenly, Puck froze mid-sentence, a strangled noise escaping his throat. Blood began to trail from his neck, dripping onto the ground below. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned toward Hound, who stood holding a dagger. Its blade hovered over a small doll inscribed with intricate runes—the same symbols etched into Puck’s skin.

It felt like my bones were boiling to the core. All I could make out was him drawing something around the circle, then he slit his wrist and poured his blood in a glass goblet. After that he began to chant something, shortly after which the drawing within the circle and outside began to shine. A cooler feeling began to seep and I felt a little bit better. Quincey then walked into the circle, helped me sit up a little and gave me the glass goblet which was filled to the brim with his blood. “Drink this.” I weakly grabbed the glass and began to drink it. After I was done, he took the glass from me and laid me back down.

June rolled her eyes and they started down the staircase, both on high alert. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were met with a simple oval doorway that had a sturdy oak door. "This is where I would typically have to stop. But with your permission, I can follow you in. You must give the door a blood print, though." he pulled out a small knife and handed it to June. "I can do it for you if you like. But it needs your blood to make sure you can do magic." June sighed and took the knife, pricking the tip of her finger and smearing it on the door. They both watched as the oak soaked up the blood within seconds and slowly started opening.

The now went inside the pillar and became a part of it. She went near the bowl and investigated it; her gaze piercing its base. Fetching the dagger kept over the desk beside the Book, Evanora made the dagger float over that empty bowl and started chanting some spells. The dagger started shaking violently and the blood drops smeared over its sharp edge started flowing into the bowl. It appeared to be dried blood and only some drops, but the empty huge bowl got filled with those drops in some moments and the dagger was as clean as a new one. Slowly, the ziracidium drops fell into the bowl of blood and the red color of blood changed into silver.

She let his blood drip into the same bowl. The smell of blood filled the air. It made my stomach churn. Susan mixed the blood together slowly. She began to chant. Her voice dropped low. The words were strange and dark. They made my skin crawl. “By blood and shadow,” she said, “by pain and devotion, I bind what must be bound.” Athena whimpered. This magic is old. Susan added a colorless liquid to the bowl and stirred. Then she picked up a vial of green liquid.

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

When he returned, he held out a small glass bottle filled with a transparent liquid. “You can use this instead,” he said, his fingers trembling as he handed it over. I took the bottle and examined it. It looked completely ordinary, like nothing more than water. “What is this?” I asked, shaking the bottle slightly. “A poison,” Bennet said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s called the Blood of Death. One of the deadliest magical substances in existence. The victim doesn’t even need to swallow it—just a single drop touching an open wound is enough to kill. It’s colorless, tasteless, and impossible to detect. If you want Jack dead, administer it yourself.”