Dumbledore's Army Wand Collection Novels & Stories

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

the most prestigious shop in the territory. Her eyes locked onto a crystalline magic wand displayed in the center. Its core contained a rare phoenix feather, with moonstone and diamond inlays along the handle. "1.9 million?" Alexander muttered, his face paling at the price tag. The Thorn Pack had been devastated by the territory wars before we took leadership. Even now, after years of recovery under our guidance, we were still rebuilding our resources. Sarah quickly stepped in, playing her part perfectly. "Lily, sweetheart, that's too expensive. Alpha Alex is already so generous to us..."

"Do you remember these, Mister Penn?" Albus passed the gloves around in his hands a few times, before handing them back to Wilbur. "I think these were a part of my father's personal collection." "Your father's personal collection?"

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

"So, what do you wish for me to do, Master?" "Please don't call me that," I said with an awkward laugh, then cleared my throat. "Can you put a barrier around this house to prevent vermin from entering it, especially alpha vermin?" She stroked her chin thoughtfully and shrugged. "I don't know, I've never tried putting up a barrier before," ah, that's bad. Apple's eyes gleamed with resolution and she grinned like an award winner. "Let's test it out!" She snapped her fingers and a small wand-like sceptre appeared in her hand. The body of the wand was like the rainbow head of a lollipop and the top was a bright pink gem with white wings under it. It was strange seeing a costume-like wand as a re

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

She looked at me with a pause and groaned in anger-" I hate liers!!!! But will let it go this time as you are the little princess. Bring me the wand and your friends can go" I replied in panic-" I am telling you the truth I don't have it" She replied-" My dear princess, other than you, no one can behold the power of the wand. You ran the Macdulf bloodline and according to the prophecy you are the next heir" I replied-" But headmaster took it from me" She turned her evil face backward towards my friends who were lying on the ground unconscious and replied-" You have two hours!!! Bring me the wand or they shall die"

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.

My fingers brushed against the cool surface of the stone slab, and with a firm grip, I heaved it aside to reveal the hidden compartment beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the object nestled within—a wand, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. Instinctively, I reached out and grasped it, feeling its weight in my hand as if it were a living thing, pulsing with dormant power.