Dumbledore Quotes Turn On The Light Novels & Stories

All persons laughing out loud for his future victory and praised Kylie for her plan. "Mom, you are great I also want to see that bastard miserable condition at that time when she was on the bed of that fatty old man 'Bobby Jane' and doing that disgusting thing with him". Hahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! "Such a memorable scene," Alina Brown said.

Threads of thaum snapped, plunging the room into darkness. “What happened?!” Someone asked in the dark. “Try to call the main desk...” suggested another voice. “My phone is dead...” said Professor Raevers’ sultry voice. “Seems that the building just got hit by thunder.” said the oracle’s raspy voice. A light appeared as the professors used their own magic to light up the room. Dorin still stood in front, staring at them with a questioning look in his face. They looked back and noticed the boy’s brown hair standing at end and crackling with light.

But his eyes still held the same unwavering spark, a testament to the light he carried within. "The whispers will always exist," he declared, his voice strong and steady. "But remember, the darkness can only consume what we allow it to. We are guardians, not just of the light around us, but of the light within ourselves and within others. It is with compassion, understanding, and a shared commitment to the light that we can truly win this fight."

"Before moving on to our mild offensive spells, let us discuss first the last spell under survival type. The FLEEING SPELL." Professor De Belen spoke once more. This time, she intended to give her students an actual demonstration. She waved her wand and chanted the spell, "SKOTEINÓ THÉAMA"1 Upon successfully enchanting the spell, a blinding light shoot out from Professor De Belen's wand and it instantly engulfed the entire classroom. It lasted for about a minute before the dazzling light gradually faded.

“Let's both keep our sides of the bargain shall we?” “Okay. To break his spell, we need to go the reverse direction” I cleared her table and dropped Lena's picture on it. “How do we do that?” “Turn off the lights” I ordered. “The lights?” She smiled mischievously. “Do you want me that bad?” My face dropped, wondering why her thoughts were getting dirty. “I'm being serious Megan, can you be too?” I snapped, unable to hide just how much she wore me out. “Fine” she rolled her eyes and turned them off. A little light from the lighter shone across the room.

Aside from not dying? “Give everything you have to win. Don’t let that arrogant jerk have all the glory.” Eldon said with a smirk. “Whatever you do, don’t use that one spell. You know the one I’m taking about- only oblivion will await you.” The spell to end everything. I nodded and left the safety of the palace.

"Your disobedience will cost you." A ray of unadulterated golden light sped in our direction. I let out a yell. Damon let out a yell. Then— Everything turned dark.

“That’s who you are. You’re my fear, my doubt. But you don’t control me.” A spark of light ignited within him, small but fierce. He focused on it, letting it grow. The tendrils began to recoil, hissing as the light grew brighter. “I’ve let you hold me back for too long,” Luke said, his voice steady now. “But I’m done being afraid.” The light burst from him, searing through the darkness. The tendrils dissolved, and the doppelgänger staggered back, shielding its eyes. --- Luke stood, the light surrounding him like a protective aura. He advanced on the creature, his steps deliberate. “This ends now.”

Happiness can be found in the darkest of times. If only one remembers to turn on the lights. Albus Dumbledore, Prisoner of azakaban. •• Noor stilled, her hands fisted to her sides as she heard the rustle of leaves behind her. She knew who it was, after all, Marwan had texted to tell her to expect him. She had no idea what to do, what to say or how to act. All the times they had met, she had never been anything short of confident but now, after everything that had happened, she was anything but.

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.