Expelliarmus Harry Potter Spells Novels & Stories

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

"Why do I need to know? I really don't have much business with you." "Well, you need to know." I smiled. "You know a lot about black magic from your father, don't you? Then you should know what I'm about to say." I told her and she eyed me. "Have you heard of a recall spell?" I asked and she knitted her brows at me. "Can you be nice enough to tell me what it's all about?" I batted my eyelashes at her. "When something is secured with a recall, it doesn't change hands unless the owner give it up willingly." She explained.

Wilkes, too, whistled in return and at once, they both burst out of the bush and attacked the ghouls. "Scalpati Stremoo!" Trisha shouted at the top of her voice as she ran towards the party with her wand stretched out. It was one of the last spells she had learnt in the Library before the contest began. It was also one of the most strongest spells ever but she had secretly practiced and trained. Morning and evening, hence, was an apprentice who could manage to use it in desperate times whilst hoping it didn't have much repercussions. A bright blue ball of plasma spurted out of her wand and quaked through the air. The force with which it left her wand caused Trisha to fly backwards and land r

My voice cut through the hum of the mana-vein. The faceless student turned with a jerky mechanical motion. It didn't speak, but a low guttural vibration shook the floorboards beneath my boots. I didn't wait for it to lunge. Snapped my wrist, Winter Wand sliding into my palm. "Impulsus Vacui! Comprimo!" I roared, sending a wave of concentrated gravity toward the center of its mass. The entity shifted, body blurring like a glitch in a recording. My spell passed right through the smoke, shattering a marble bust of a former Dean behind it into a thousand white shards.

Some of them can actually be used to protect myself, or fight, if I need to. Ever since I started practicing with spells, the magic in me seems to be growing stronger unpredictable. I still haven’t come to terms with being a wolfless werewolf and a witch. But I try to push the thoughts away and focus more on my practice. Today, I’m ready for something bigger. I raise my hand and speak the words from the spell, “Pa vanos.” The air around me shivers, and the window in front of me suddenly shatters, disappearing into nothingness.

And hell, he didn’t even have a knife! The fucking idiot was going to get himself killed! Huffing, I ran to catch up. For someone with a supposed injured leg, Zane could move. Fast! I was running as if the hounds of hell were hot on my tail, and I just barely managed to follow his tracks. But then again, if he was some kind of alien wizard, he could have mended his wounds with some kind of crybaby tree. Did “expelliarmus” work on weapons other than magic wands?

And slammed its paw into the glass so hard I thought it would shatter. Panic flooded my body, and my instincts kicked in. My mind went into survival mode. I had to cast something. Anything. I raised my trembling hand and whispered the only spell I could remember: "Veyr'alor mirani kelthéa… veyr'alor mirani kelthéa…" (Let all that does not belong be gone…) Light swirled around me, and I felt my entire body go weightless, like I was being pulled into a whirlpool of energy. My head spun. My vision blurred.

The spell was written in elegant script, with detailed instructions about hand movements and the proper pronunciation of each word. "Just follow the instructions exactly as written," Professor Leda Morrigan said. "Take your time." I stared down at the page, my heart hammering. Around me, other students were practicing their own spells. Someone was making flowers bloom from seeds, while another student levitated a feather in precise circles. They all made it look so easy. I placed my hands over the small candle on my desk and spoke the words written in the book. "Ignis veniat ad me." Nothing happened.

Meredith stated, flipping through the pages of the book until she paused at a page and started reading out the content. "A soul lost might also be found…but only if that which occupies the vessel so willingly exits." She glanced at me as she jabbed a finger at a page. "This spell must be uttered by more than one, but less than three…so that's two of us," she noted. I nodded briskly and moved to peer down at the spell. "Expellimus Spiritum," she whispered. "Spiritus intrus, egredere! Corpus alienum relinque!" I chorused, and she shot me a surprised but very impressed look.

“Ugh!” “How is that an insult, Davina?” Lloyd asked. Davina turned the glare to him. “You’re that dumb too? A locator spell is one of the easiest spells to cast! You can even siphon it as a werewolf! You don’t have to be a mage!” “How did you expect me to know that?” Xavier protested, and Davina snapped her hand again. A scroll hurled off one of the racks and headed straight for Xavier at an impossible speed.