Ginny Weasley Wand Core Novels & Stories

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."

Stine wouldn’t give Gina Hell Whiskey. “This is a balm to heal from the nefarious effects of dark magic. Weeks ago, I’ve ordered those to help Angeline, but they have only arrived yesterday. The shipping from the Wizard Realm to our pack couldn’t be slower,” Stine explained, shaking her head in annoyance. As soon as the little vial was empty, Gina woke up, sitting up -and coughing copiously as a threat of dark smoke left her nostrils. She blinked a few times, looking between me and Stine. “Grant, what is happening?” she asked, scrubbing her face in confusion.

So, I shouted one spell out loud, and it worked. ‘But only witches can use wands, so how is this possible?’ Leon asks. I take the wand from my pocket, whirl it around, and point at a shrub, ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say, and we watch as nothing happens. I pass the wand to Gianna. ‘Inferno Flamo?’ she says. Again, nothing happens. ‘Why does it only work for May?’ I ask. Nina takes the wand. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She says, and a gigantic ball of flame appears and flies fiercely through the air over a mountain. We hear the impact in the distance, causing a touch of smoke to rise into the sky.

I walk to the trunk Grayson has full of clothes for me, throwing it open, nodding towards it. "Go ahead, take what you need. " Ginny backpedals as if I've thrown acid at her feet, finding space at the windows. "No, I can't. " She answers shaking her head vicariously. "It wouldn't be right. Their yours, the wolf gave them to you. "

I heard him clapping. "Just do that and you'll defeat the other witch. Also if you keep drawing the energy around yourself and they are near you'll drain their powers significantly," he mumbled softly and I nodded feeling super confident. Eoin lifted up the wand we had found and Hoka explained that wands were good if you need to fire your energy to a specific point. "It's a birch wood wand and is used for protection. Use it to fight the bad witch for additional safety," he informed me. I took the wand and Hoka showed us both the correct way to hold it. He said the silver enhanced my energy and the moonstone was for focus.

All must be complete, otherwise they may not attend the lesson. “Winky! Where's your wand?” asked Master Arden the teacher. “Here, Master!” Winky took out a wooden magic wand with the WY emblem engraved from inside his robe and held it up. “Good. Come in.” Winky smiled cheerfully and entered his classroom. He was very young, fifteen years old, on par with his classmates. However, he is a rather special student because he is the only descendant of the pixies. His mother is a fairy, while his father is an ordinary human, just like any other witch in general. So, it was only natural that Winky would easily memorize magic spells.

Professor Hyle said-" Now you must return to your class, and shall not discuss these things with anyone else." I nodded and left. When I reached my class I saw the class had already been started by Professor Mecoy I asked-" May I come in professor?" She looked at me and nodded-" Yes, Yes come in Miss. Macduff. Please find yourself a seat as we have already started the class. I found Jenny and Junnie had saved me a seat. I went to them and sat beside them. Jenny asked in a low whisper-" What happened?" I replied with a low tone-" Grandma came, principal Dunston and professor Hyle were also there, they said I should not use the Golden wand instead I should use a normal wand. They have hidden i

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

Ginny looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms, the terrifying reality of his grandfather's twisted experiments casting a dark, heavy shadow over his tiny face. The thought of unknown synthetic residuals lingering in his little body was enough to send her mortal mind spiraling right back into panic. Sensing her best friend's rising terror, Leela immediately stepped away from the wall. She closed the distance between them and placed a warm, grounding hand over Ginny's, her elemental eyes bright with a fierce, unwavering optimism that actively pushed back against the darkness in the room.

“I want to know if she can be cured and won’t have to black out once her powers are awakened. If she keeps blacking out, she could be in danger when the enemy is near. Can you help her with that?” Agatha sighed. “Yes, there’s a herb we witches use to strengthen the core since we mostly store our magic in the core, which is located in the lower abdomen. It can also repair the core, thankfully. But you would have to take it every day for a week for your core to fully heal.” Rowan breathed out in relief. “Please, Agatha… I will really be grateful if you can give my mate those herbs,” he murmured. “I’ll give you anything you ask for.”