Dumbledore's Hand Novels & Stories

I don’t which is which anymore. The Headmistress put her palm on the smooth surface, and around her fingers, a light appears. It streaks around in the shape of her hands but expands, and around the handprint, various arcane symbols of old begin to glow. And then, a ruble comes, followed by a drawn-out groan. The door opens with a creek. "Come." The Headmistress spares at a last glance before turning back to the door. And as soon as she steps forward, she vanishes. Although we're skeptical, we follow suit.

“Hand.” I blinked at her in confusion, but King held out his hand to her, palm up. When she pressed the heights tip of the cane onto his palm, he grunted with pain, doubling over, but he didn’t pull his hand away. Too shocked to move, I stared at the seared imprint of the butterfly on his trembling palm, before Aurora rapped him on the back with her cane. “Other hand,” she commanded. Yep, seriously not happening… I clutched King by the scruff of the throat, dragging him behind me.

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

Henry did not care about the speculations and changes. After dispersing the Trumans, he looked at his teacher, Albus. He raised his right hand and slowly exerted vital energy into the air, penetrating Albus's body. Albus' expression did not change, and he allowed the vital energy to infiltrate his body without any resistance. He felt warm all over, and many of his hidden injuries disappeared. He thought that his strength was even better than before. Even after everything that had happened, his disciple continued to treat him well. Albus sighed. Henry's safety was definitely worth worrying about.

Hadn't he said last night that he wouldn't linger on the chef and would hand him over to the police? What were they actually discussing that Ronan was so content to linger? "Miss Alice, would you like me to brew a fresh cup? Your tea seems to have gone completely cold." Albus's baritone voice coming from my left startled me. I looked down at the porcelain cup in my hand. Oh, shit. No wonder there was no steam. So, I had been sitting here clutching a freezing cup, pretending to sip it with the fake grace of an aristocrat? How absolutely ridiculous.

He raised his hand and adjusted his glasses precisely, as if what he was about to do required full concentration. Some of the students stepped back slightly, making room for him. I watched what he would do with clear curiosity, especially after seeing the extent of the destruction that had just happened. The deputy slowly raised his hand and began drawing several faint magical symbols in the air. His movements were precise and organized, as if they were part of a familiar ritual to him. Faint threads of light appeared in the air, gradually gathering above the cracked ground. My eyes widened as I watched the scene. The ground that had been shattered moments ago began to move slowly, as if an

Definitely going to disinfect my body later… Bleach… I need Bleach! “You watched me talk to Alpha Mars. Did I mention anything about you attacking them on the full moon? I promised to be your Luna, I will keep my word.” A little bit of slide of hand magic. Have the audience look In one direction with one hand while the other is doing all the work no one is noticing… My insides are gagging while my face is being charming. He tries to kiss me, but I cover his mouth with my fingers.

Darwin shrugged. They both laughed as Dumbledore wore a light frown which said it all that he wasn’t angry but impatient. He badly want a taste of the food I prepared. “Dear Mother of light and grace. We commit this dish into your hands. Bless, nourishes and sanctify this food,” “Amen!!” They both said in unison.

It was as if the sun just turned pure white. "This is just the beginning" Albus said as he closed his hand and compressed the ball of flames to a size that could fit in his hand. It no longer looked like a ball of flames but instead it looked like a little ball of light that hovered above his palm. "NOW DIE!!!" he yelled as he shot a concentrated beam at his target. He easily broke through the barrier but still missed, and his targets were out sight. "You're right, I am indeed very lucky" Mina from behind Albus. He turned around to look but saw no one.

There was only a light pink line as if the hand has been healing for days. In awe. I remained silent. Dimitri turned and placed the goblet back on the table. Then once again the old faery asked for a hand. This time it was Dimitris. He did what was asked and she followed with the same thing she did to mine and then quickly sliced open his palm. Cringing because I knew that pain. He reached down and grabbed the goblet with his good hand and proceeded to let his blood pour into the cup mingling with mine.