Novel & Cerita Dementors Without A Cloak

********** Night had settled over the Academy like a blanket of velvet, thick and pressing, the stars sharp against the darkness like shards of glass. I didn’t know how long I sat in that room, heart twisting, mind running circles around itself. Around him. When the door creaked softly, Miles slipped inside, moving like a shadow, silent and certain. In his hands was something dark, something soft, catching the faintest light like silk dipped in shadow. The cloak. “Invisibility enchantment,” Miles murmured. “One of the better ones we keep for… special occasions.” I stared at it. Thin, elegant, flowing between his fingers like water made of midnight.

"Arlene's mother killed Meredith's entire coven during the purge. Meredith barely escaped." "So she'll help us out of revenge," Jasmina said. "She'll help us if we make it worth her time." Lyanna looked back. "And removing those cuffs is just the start. We'll need her for the tomb heist too." "Why?" "Because Damoew's coffin is sealed with death magic. Only a witch who understands necromancy can break it safely." Lyanna's expression darkened. "And there's something else. The person who cast the stasis spell on Damoew? They have to be present when we break it. Otherwise the spell backlash will kill him."

Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her appear smaller and more vulnerable against his towering frame. "I'm still able to see you, dear, even if your little friend here is making you invisible to me," he said, a sinister smile spreading across his face. His fingers dug deeper into Angelina's arm, leaving red marks on her pale skin. "Did you really think a simple cloaking spell would work against someone like me?"

"He was tall, about six feet... maybe a little over. He wore a white cloak and tunic accented in gold, and the fabric sparkled in the moonlight." Kelvin leaned forward, moving to the edge of his seat. "You didn't see his face?" he asked suspiciously. "As I said, he wore a cloak," Avera reiterated, her eyes locking with his. "I take it that he didn't want to be recognized." He would have pressed further, but Blackridge stopped him. "That is consistent with the testimony of the guards," the Archmage asserted, still scribbling notes. "But she was much closer to him than they were," Kelvin protested, and they looked at him, startled.

“Deal.” “Excellent, I shall send two of my drones to escort you to change into the school uniform. After that, they shall lead you to your friends.” The doors opened and the chancellor escorted me out of her office. But as I walked out, I saw a hooded cloak hanging in a display box with the same symbol as Emola’s forehead. “What is the strange cloak for?” I asked. “All will be revealed in due time, my dear,” Emola said. “I shall see you shortly.”

“Your potion… keeps getting stronger.” “It has to be, if you want to stay alive,” Dorian said, releasing his hand. He moved away from me and picked up a long black cloak hanging in the corner of the laboratory. The cloak didn’t look special, but the scent coming from it was very strong—the smell of chemicals, sulfur, and the distinctive scent of Dorian’s laboratory. “Put this on,” he ordered. Dorian stepped closer, and before I could refuse, he draped the cloak over my shoulders himself. His movement was slow, but possessive. As if he were placing a mark of ownership on something valuable.

"Describe him." "I couldn't see his face. He wore a black cloak and a Clow over his head, but the surprising thing was that his face just seemed like nothing, just darkness, and he—he was watching me." Alaric paused for a moment, and I was disappointed when I saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes. It soon disappeared as though he was trying not to make me regret telling him. "That was all?"

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

I woke up with the space beside me empty. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands. I yawned and got up from bed. I went to the kitchen but no one was there. “Grip?” I called but no one answered. Maybe he went out. I head to the door and went out of his unit. I was frozen to my spot as everyone in the huge hallway turned in my direction. They were all wearing black cloaks and holding a scythe.

I stopped my movement and looked up. There stood another battalion on the opposite side of Alpha Xavier. I couldn't see them properly because of the distance but I can make out their cloaks. They were all wearing red cloaks except the one in the center. He is wearing a black cloak. Their eyes were blood red. They redden evilness and destruction. Vampires?