Novel & Cerita Charms At Hogwarts

Hilbert's acting in front of Charmy was really bad. How could he say he had rejected me when he was the one who forced me to return to this castle and would not allow me to leave? "Let's go into the room, darling," Charmy said, her arms wrapped around Hilbert's neck very intimately. In between their hot kisses, she deliberately glanced at me. My body was soaking wet, with chains around my legs, and clothes in tatters. Like the world was spinning, Charmy, who used to live as a slave, was now swapping positions with me.

I tilted my head to the side, letting the wooden fork in my hand slip into my half-full plate. “What’s that?” I asked Soph and she cleared her throat while looking around to be sure we were alone before she spoke. “Charms are evil instruments that witches use to cast spells these days.” She said. Witches? I hadn’t heard about witches in such a long time that I’d forgotten they existed. “Last I heard of it was in Pearlcrest. I heard it’s rampant there, but lately, there’s a wave of it here.” I was shocked at Soph’s words because even during my time as a servant, I didn’t hear a thing about charms, and servants were widely informed.

Edward said as he stood looking at the two company employees in what looked like a love scene. "Dad, they seem like a perfect match," Carver said to Edward. "What? No-no... that will never happen!" Secretary Cheri freed herself from the hands that were holding her body. "Get away from me, Manager Joan!" Manager Joan said. "I believe we are meant to be, Secretary Cheri. Just like Young Master Carver said." Cheri's secretary dusted her arm. "That can't happen in my lifetime! I'm too young and too beautiful to be the wife of an old man like you!"

I wasn’t sure if that was ever going to happen. I still get bullied by Maddy and her girls but it was nothing I hadn’t faced before. Stupid stunts like making me trip, sticking gum on my seat, making my books invisible with their stupid spells—turns out the bitch is a half-werewolf, half-witch—and knew Charms better than anyone else in the school. There was once a rumor about her circulating that she charmed Dexter to fall in love with her. I wished she did though because it meant he’d only have eyes for her and wouldn’t be trying to fuck me in every empty place he finds me.

His tailored suit only added to his charm; no one could imitate his aura. He looked so beautiful, like a painting, but the woman on his arms, who looked like a fairy, so delicate as if she was going to break any moment from now, made it an eyesore. My heart felt as if it were bleeding. She was the perfect damsel in distress, clinging onto her lifesaving straw. He raised his gaze, and our eyes locked. I tried all I could to take my eyes away, but I couldn't. I could only stare into Morgan's deep eyes until a lone tear slipped off my cheeks.

I forced a polite smile onto my face, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Servants began to filter into the grand room with an air of practiced grace. They carried silver trays laden with beautifully arranged dishes, the various courses of our imminent meal. The aroma of delicacies wafted through the room, a heady mix of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and the wine that sparkled in gem-encrusted goblets. I watched as Prince Kinnison reached for the goblet in front of him. That goblet contains the potion of charm. Once he takes a sip, he'll be under its spell, I thought with clenched fists. I knew I had to intervene.

The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy as Elara and I worked side by side, preparing protective charms for the werewolf clan. The witches’ sanctuary was a place of ancient magic, its energy pulsating through the air. Elara's calm presence and expertise were reassuring as we chanted incantations and infused the charms with protective spells. "These charms will shield your clan from Gabriel's dark magic," Elara explained, her hands moving gracefully over a small stone amulet. "But they are only as strong as the belief of those who wear them."

I had someone pull every book and ledger that mentioned binding charms. Hours stretched like taffy. The healers worked in shifts, chanting, burning herbs, calling on the old rites. Their hands moved with the certainty of people who have seen too much death. The charm resisted at first—sparks flared when they tried to pry its energy loose. Once it reacted, Charlotte’s body shuddered violently, and I felt like I had been punched in the chest. At one point she gasped and a broken fragment of sound escaped her throat. I leaned in so close I could have whispered into her ear but then I was part of the reason she was in this condition.

Stories I couldn't read. At the center of the main chamber, a fire burned. Not a normal fire. The flames were blue and silver, casting no smoke, making no sound. They rose from a stone basin carved with more of those ancient symbols. And beside the basin stood a figure. Tall—impossibly tall. Cloaked in furs that seemed to move of their own accord. Its face was hidden in shadow, but its eyes... its eyes burned red. "Welcome," the figure said in that rumbling voice, "to the place where your journey truly begins."

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck.