Diadem Harry Potter Novels & Stories

On the other hand, this only paved the way for a giant golden hall with an even bigger obstacle. — Another occasion! Slipping away from the lessons! What do you think this golden thing in your head means? Wait a moment, where is your diadem? Do you realize how expensive it is ?! — The old corpse decorated in jewels, literally from head to toe, spoke while his bodyguards watched my every movement as if I could cause some harm to his beloved old cheese bag.

Lowering my gaze, I faced the box and what I saw made me jerk on King Zeddicus's arm. “Easy, easy,” he said. It was an emerald tiara with three stones at the top. It's not big but it was the perfect size for my head as Alpha Zeddicus took it from me and wearing it on my head, I felt the adorable thing. “Mirror,” he said and another maid came forward bearing a small basket. She opened it and took out a mirror, when I extended my hands to collect it, she moved it away, using her own hand to hold the mirror in front of me so I could make use of it.

It is, honestly, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever made. But while I consider it, Aris moves toward me. The sword Ryatt left behind rests on a shelf above my head. I thought maybe he meant for me to repair it, but after a thorough examination, it’s not something that needs to be done. I could smooth the blade and replace the gems, sure, but it’s not just a hunk of metal. Every skill, every conquer, adds to its magic. That’s not something even my powers should manipulate. With a deep breath, I raise the diadem and place it on my head. Aris has just grabbed the hilt of the sword at that very moment, his powers roaming through it, illuminating every gem in shades of blue and silver.

The blade itself shimmered with a sharp, glasslike surface that bled into shadow at the edge. Beside it, wrapped in aged velvet, lay a scroll case etched in ancient High Script. Symbols I’d seen in my dreams. And above all, hovering within a suspended ring of light— A silver diadem. It pulsed softly, like it was alive. Then I stared at it, “I’ve seen that before,” I whispered. “In your visions?” Dorian asked. I nodded. “The Moon Queen wore it.” Dorian studied the artifacts with a soldier’s eye. “These were sealed here. Protected. Someone didn’t want them found.”

KAIDA'S POV "This is too easy," I muttered, staring at the Dyrium key piece sitting innocently in the middle of the forest. Just laying there on a bed of grass, gleaming in all its silver glory. No guards, no obvious traps, no magical barriers. Just a key piece waiting to be picked up. Yeah, right. "What do you mean too easy?" Dalia asked, already taking a step toward it. "Maybe we just got lucky for once."

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

Hanzo , diamond jewel pendant which Albert offered to Draco… where I also saw image of Dragon ‘Terra’ in it for very first time… I pulled out that pendant and gently rubbed its jewel with my thumb and very next second I was able to see Draco image playing in it… “Wooooo……” was only expression that left my mouth as I kept staring at Draco, also at that time I realized that this was a ‘Mirror Jewel’, a mirror jewel is one where one can see what inside your heart, this are very rare and owned by only highly skilled sorceress or warlock or witches… I saw Draco was sitting at some wine shop behind a group of some people in uniform who looked like servants; I don’t know who were they but I saw Dra

He begged, his skin pale and his eyes wide as his lips trembled with every word he spoke. "Then speak." "I. . .I can't." "Then you've made your choice." Bella speaks, before throwing the dagger towards Elmo's shoulder, the man letting out a blood-curdling scream as the blade embedded itself inside his shoulder blade. Blood dripped down his arm from the his open wound. "You're crazy!" He yells, trembling. "I know," The woman winks at him as she grabbed the pliers from the table. "Do you know what these are for?"

I was going to wait until dinner, but it was Adley’s response that made me storm over to the closet door and put the magical jewelry Dain gave me to use. “Primrose nectar is used by anyone with a talent for potions, it’s not hard to come by if you have the need for it. Plus it’s not designed to make you forget everything the next day. So really, he didn’t roofie you.” She shook her head, making her sun-kissed waves bounce. Then, as though this were any better, she smiled and said, “…he drugged you.”

“Darina, I’m astonished at how you were able to escape Queen Dowager’s intrigue. But Her Majesty always does it just like a grandmother she is.” “Indeed. She even mentioned that it was her gift to me,” Darina smiled. “But I intended to not wear it for now,” Darina added while opening a wooden chest. The chest shows the golden armory of distinct features specially forged for Darina. “I brought it here to wear on the special ceremony for you.” “You know that this day is for me, right?” Prince Thariem asked while lowering his voice, formulating the right words for Darina to remain in her place. “It seems like you prepared much for the hunting games. May I know what would you like to catch?”