Funniest Harry Potter Spells Novels & Stories

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"

"Honey? Why are you so disheveled? This isn't like you at all..." That casual remark completely broke me. The happiness I had stolen was slowly destroying me. One day, my nightmare came true. Lilian used her tongue to trade for the Love Potion's antidote from a witch on the black market. The moment the effect wore off, I watched the affection vanish from Jason's eyes, replaced by pure, bone-deep disgust. "Brenda, you make me sick!" he growled. The Love Potion could fake love, but it could never fake hatred.

He bowed one more time and rushed out of the store. "I actually used magic! I used magic! I did a spell! I am a witch!!!" I shouted, jumping out of joy. Luckily, I figured out quickly that screaming that you are a witch may not be the wisest thing to do… Especially when your neighbors already consider you a freak. Nonetheless, I was sincerely overjoyed. Only one thing bothered me. "I wonder… how my spell will work on that poor guy…"

another muttered. “I just started, okay? This is, like, day one. Everyone’s first spell is a mess.” “My first spell was a weather manipulation hex that saved a village from drought,” Mr. Yellow quipped. “Mine was a growth spell,” said a potato from the shelf. “My cousin became an oak tree. Good times.” I groaned and sat down, the glitter-chicken gently laying an egg near my boot with a pop of confetti. Fantastic. “I am cursed. I am wolfless. I am surrounded by petty produce and judgemental pests. And now I’m the clown princess of poultry summoning.”

Elle commands. Her speech at the beginning of the lesson did not give us any clues as to how difficult this task actually was. Not only do we have to be familiar with many of the spells but we have to know how to break them. To break them you have to do the opposite of how they are cast except for the potions. Each potion can be unmade with different ingredients.

"I have never been more proud of you in my entire life. '' My mum stirred the big metallic pot with a wooden spoon. "WOAH!... I have never seen any of your potions bubble like that before '' I moved away from the pot as some of its contents were pouring on the floor…the pot contents were over boiling. "Yes because this is the most powerful spell ever…and it needs the most powerful and most indestructible item to complete it" my mum explained and looked at the necklace she was holding. "It's time," she declared.

"Go cast your extremely powerful spell now, please." "Well if it isn't your unlucky day," Kiran hissed back. "You got yourself a muggle who didn't receive an admission letter from Hogwarts instead of a smart and capable witch so I won't be able to cast any spells for you!" "A mug-what?!" Noorh asked, staring baffled at Kiran. "You know what? I don't care anymore. I'm not even going to ask about whatever you just said. I'm just going to think about how we're going to get out of this mess so do me a huge favor, and shut up." He then narrowed his eyes at the cloud barrier in front of them, trying to sense how close the winged serpents were from where they were.

“Looks like death in a saucepan.” “It’s a component spell,” she said. “It’s like dissolving the glue that holds the pieces together, so that what remains are easier to melt.” “And you want it to dissolve and melt into a foul stinking black goo because…?” Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Behind them, his werewolf had dragged a crate to hold the door open and had begun to carry things in from outside, stacking boxes onto the benches. Harry glanced back at him. “Tell me in a moment, I need to help Jules before that crazy soldier-frat-boy comes and whips our arses.”

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

Out of frustration, she was just about of cast a spell over the pot, so that it could bring out something helpful but her eyes caught a glimpse of a little carving over it. Prying closely, she inspected the carving intensely. It wasn’t very clear and was a very tiny one. But turning the pot closer, she was able to see the drawing of something. In order to find what it was, she casted a spell over it and the second instant, the little green pot in her hands changed to a large sized pot, while everything else over it also got magnified.