Expelliarmus Harry Potter Spells Novels & Stories

’ Armadale got annoyed to hear that, ‘—Or we just forget what I said—‘ but before he finished his sentence, all of sudden Jeremiah could hear people screaming from inside the room. Jeremiah quickly scanned the room for an answer, he saw the Archbishop just vomiting blood. ‘He failed Jeremiah, we can’t steal the spell from him…’ Armadale informed. ‘He was too weak to cast a level 3 spell.’ ‘Then there is only one way to help him, I must master the purification spell level 3 by myself today.’ ‘Are you sure you can do it, child?’ Armadale said as he became skeptical, ‘you have looked at how thick the book is, right?’

With each strike, he channeled the spell's energy, guiding him with a purpose that transcended mere physical prowess. In a pivotal moment, Arinna's spell found its mark—a decisive strike infused with the spell's transformative energy. It pierced through the heart of Emilia's darkness, shattering the malevolent force that had held her captive. As the darkness dissipated like a dissipating storm, Emilia collapsed to the ground, her once-feral eyes now clear and luminous once more.

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait

Maybe some spell I can use. I keep flipping through the pages filled with my mother’s elegant handwriting until I come across a section on protective magic. The section is towards the back of the book and it has a boldly written title: *Knowledge against physical harm. This requires wolfsbane (purified), silver dust, flower petals of devil’s trumpet, and the spellcaster’s blood…* Spellcaster’s blood? I keep reading through the instructions carefully. It’s complex, but it’s doable. I can gather the ingredients and perform the spell to create protective charms for my father. Doing that will—

Instead, he felt overjoyed… This spell was, in fact, a Forbidden Spell related to farts. However, it didn’t just let out a foul ball of air, but a unique smell that consisted of poisonous law power. The stench was simply unbearable and was thousands of times more noxious than that of a weasel’s fart. It was a good spell for escaping. After that, Alex went to look at the other two lotus flowers, realizing that they were just what he needed. The first one was the Great Claymore Spell, whereas the other was the Great Gravity Spell.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

‘Charles, you don't understand the consequences of this spell,’ he pleaded desperately. But I continued to shake off his grip, my determination unwavering. I had spent months researching and preparing for this moment, and I couldn't let anyone or anything stand in my way. The power surged through me, and soon I will have the power to change everything. 'Ekleípō.' I mumbled under my breath as I focused all my energy on casting the spell. The air crackled with anticipation, and a blinding light enveloped me, signaling that the spell had taken effect. Little did I know that the consequences of my actions would be far greater than I had ever imagined.

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

“Okay, Penny, you’re with me, Reagan, you’re with Meadow.” “What do I have to do?” Penny asks. “Just hold this for me,” I tell her, handing her the potion for the spell. Meadow and I stand beside each other and begin chanting the spell. We dip our hand into our pot of potion and watch as the potion absorbs into the spell and disappears. “Whoa, that’s really cool. But what does it do?” Reagan asks. “It sends up an alarm when someone with an evil intent to the pack comes through. It won’t harm them and it won’t stop them, but it will give us warning,” Meadow tells her.

The Protection Spell focused on defense, while the Golden Spell and Evil-repelling Spell were used primarily for attack. Since Harvey had broken the rules and used dark arts to boost his power, Woody had no qualms about using his own way to defeat him. Before Harvey could even reach the golden light barrier, he was hit by a powerful force. Bang! With a dull thud, his massive body was hurled into the air.