Disappearing Spell Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Magic shimmered faintly around the fabric, a soft, golden glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. “There’s a concealment spell on this,” Gertrude said, her voice low and focused. “Whoever this traitor is, they used strong magic to mask their scent. But…” She paused, her brow furrowing. “I’m starting to lift the spell. Give me a moment longer.” She said, her voice filled with hope and certainty.

' I just smirked at the thought. "Okay, I understand, Your Highness. Thank you." I finally said going back to that telepathic section of my brain. "Yes, Farewell then, Princess Lilan. May you have the best luck!" He said in a hurry. Of course, he'd be busy. He's the leader of the ministry of magic after all. "Yes, Farewell to you too, your highness." As our telepathic connection ended, I started chanting the spell which made the mysterious man lose all color on his face and turn pale as a paper. Seconds later into the spell, the mysterious man suddenly started quivering and slowly started to dissipate into the cold winds.

My blood? "No," Vera replied quietly. "Your decision." Rhovan rose again, staggering a little. "No. She's given enough. "She hasn't willed this," Vera informed her, eyes locking with Emereah's. "The spell needs intent. You need to decide to disappear. Not be concealed. If you plant your magic in this and trigger the failsafe… no one will find you. Not Morgane. Not the Elders. Not even him." Rhovan went white. "Not even me?"

Mia replied and I nodded quietly. "I tried to go into the school again but figured out I couldn't. It's as thought the school never existed." She added. "That can happen? Or did the school really vanish?" I asked worriedly. "There's something called a cloaking spell. Witches do it to hide themselves from enemies, they also hide things with it. It requires a high level of expertise to find that object. But when it's done by a very skilled witch, it's impossible to find it." I heard Mia say.

She laughed like a crazy which and began to mutter a spell that I knew all too well under her breath. It was the simplest disappearing spell in the books and it would allow her to vanish into thin air without a trace for an hour or two, within which she could escape from the palace without being detected and I didn't have my powers back yet so I couldn't counter the spell. After she was done, I expected her to vanish, but she didn't. “What have you done to me, you vile witch!? Have you gobbled up my powers for yourself as well? Greedy fucking bitch!” She screamed even louder and I thought that my ear drums would burst.

“Looks like death in a saucepan.” “It’s a component spell,” she said. “It’s like dissolving the glue that holds the pieces together, so that what remains are easier to melt.” “And you want it to dissolve and melt into a foul stinking black goo because…?” Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Behind them, his werewolf had dragged a crate to hold the door open and had begun to carry things in from outside, stacking boxes onto the benches. Harry glanced back at him. “Tell me in a moment, I need to help Jules before that crazy soldier-frat-boy comes and whips our arses.”

Harold releases her. "Hahahaha. What shitty luck is this? First your daughter, now you." She scoffs and Continues with scorn and mockery. "Do your worst grandpa dearest. After all this is not the first time I have gone through this." Harold is visibly enraged and unleashes the paralysis spell. I rush in to dispel it but a fraction of it hit her. She howls in pain and passes out. I am beside myself with anger. I take out my staff and strike the Wizard. He stumbles, raises his wand then disappears.

Lesia muttered, “Legend goes that Morgott created three Supernatural Powers. The Soul Consuming Spell is one of them. “It’s a spell that is much more terrifying than your Curse Magic. The spell is cast on one’s soul, gradually eating them up.” James took a deep breath and asked, “How do I dispel it?” Lesia looked at the unconscious Hetsema and sighed, “There isn’t a way to dispel it. We can only suppress it for now. Fortunately, he had only just begun cultivating it.” James asked, “How do we suppress it?” As soon as Lesia raised her hand, a red light enveloped Hetsema and teleported him into the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. A slightly terrifying burst of black light emerged from James’ gloves.

They all said the same thing. “The spell is bound by blood and body material so it cannot be broken by ordinary means. It can only be broken by the one who placed the spell or the spell’s catalyst.” This was the words of the last wizard we visited which was the exact words of the rest of them. I decided to take the last ditch of effort I have left in me when I reached my office. I closed the door behind and dialed Aunt Bella’s number and she picked up on the second ring. “I thought you’d never call.” She echoed on the other side of the phone.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."