Books In Harry Potter Universe Novels & Stories

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

I dumped them all out onto the bed then plopped down in the middle with my legs crossed, I began my search through all 9 books, each with over a thousand pages, I then got tired of sitting on the bed and moved my work to the small table in the corner of the room. I scanned through more spells, potions, hexes and herbal remedies than I had ever seen before in my life, many that I had never even heard of. From witches brews, to how to cure a headache, love potions of all strengths and curses that ranged from something as minor as a boil or as extreme as death. As I’m flipping through the pages one curse jumped out at me. It’s the curse of the moon.

Hunter crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at me annoyed. I ignored him and turned the cover. Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. "Well, this is a secret, alright. I didn't know you're a Harry Potter fan." Hunter took a few steps and took the book from me. "You know nothing about me." He opened the book, flipped through the pages until he found the page he was reading. "I know you for a year now. I think I know one or two things about you. One of it is that you don't read, especially a book." I picked up the bottle of beer from the ground and took a sip.

He was indeed foolish. “That child is the key to ‘The Heart of Magic.’ If you kill her, you will lose The heart of magic forever.” Aslan’s words kept ringing in my ears long after he left. ‘The Heart of Magic’ was the most coveted stone in the world. Rumors have it that this stone can grant immense power to the holder. The only problem was that it is hidden on The Enchanted Island. The only way to reach there was through a portal. Since the baby was the key to the portal, I had to wait until I had obtained the stone before killing it.

Her eyes narrowed as she observed Seraphina’s intent focus. The scrolls in question contained spells for elemental magic, the kind that most witches learned in their early years of training. They were basic, elemental spells—fire, water, earth, and air. Spells that were fundamental, taught to all witches as part of their foundational education. Nothing particularly unusual or incriminating. Isolde’s brow furrowed as she continued to watch Seraphina. It was clear that her suspicions had shifted from Seraphina being a potential saboteur. She was, it seemed, just another witch going about her magical studies.

My hand drifts toward one of the volumes. The title alone makes me draw back. The History of Witches and Warlocks. I nearly drop it. Such books are forbidden within these walls, condemned as dangerous, heretical. Even Father, stern though he was, would never have permitted one in his library. How then is it here, in the attic, with others like it? For when I look again, I see more titles lined along the shelf and strewn upon the table. The Book of Spells and Witchcraft. Witches and Courts: The Battle. Battle of Magic. Witches and Their Origin.

“You are right. But I'll stay up late to see who's sitting in my room without my will.” “We’d better see your books.” Johnny checked the books in Elizabeth’s hand. In the pile of book prepared for the girl there were: Encyclopedia of magical eras, from the beginning to the present day, Find out what others have done ... and become a better wizard, by Mark Zitter Geography of magical places and unknown fantastic areas, Beaten tracks ... and uncommon roads, by Julia Simens Beasts rarely seen ... or never met, Seen in dream ... in dim mindset, by Hans von Kilberg

He places the stack on another empty table. "Here you go, Miss Anna. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here," he points to a red book with gold lettering. "It's about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here," he points to another book with a green cover. "This one is about the old kings and the once-powerful Luna of Mooncrest, and then the rest is up to you." Powerful Luna? I give Zahir a sincere, enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

How I yearned for the good old days when I hopped about the bookshop, checking for story books and picking the ones with the most colorful and captivating covers and titles. It was so much fun and It was definitely in my plans for my future kids when I had my own family. I read books to escape reality, to keep myself busy, to keep my mind off overthinking, and to improve my vocabulary and speech. I flipped my fingers over the books, deliberating on which would be my read for the weekend. I had all seven books in the Harry Potter series and I had read only three. With the aid of my thumb and my index fingers, I picked out the book, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.’