Novel & Cerita Harry Potter 4 Viktor Krum

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

He struggled to resist the stop, his vitality draining away, darkness obscuring every corner of his vision. HeVox was a nightmare. This time he was standing in front of a large, black altar. Strange characters appeared everywhere. Above your head, a horned wizard floats in a large glowing disc, defying gravity with his magical powers. When Ragnar saw him floating. A beam of light passed through the wizard's clawed hand, but he made no threatening gesture. Ragnar raised his weapon but did not attack because he wanted to see what would happen. "What can my master give for your soul?" asked the wizard in a voice mixed with magic. 'What do you want? Think and it will be yours.''

And just before disappearing into the smoke, he said five words that made terror crawl into my bloodstream. “Ask him about Saint Verona.” He said and then vanished. Some seconds later, Viktor emerged through the smoke with blood splattering across his shirt and murder in his eyes. And the moment he saw the object trembling in my hand, his expression changed completely.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

He stopped. I was already picking up my phone. Already thinking about the board calls Viktor had made from the hospital bed. Haverford. Lim. Park. Osei. Four names. Four people Viktor had called clean without question. "Which one," I said. Gregor pressed his mouth together. "Viktor said four names," I said. "Haverford. Lim. Park. Osei. Which one isn't clean." Gregor looked at the table. "Osei," he said. "Richard Osei has been"

Viktor responded walking down the hallway, his hair a little bit wrong and dripping with water fully clothed but the image of what lies beneath those clothes made me blush. Viktor's gaze met mine with a knowing smirk and I immediately averted my gaze. “Oh my, how are you feeling? Are you in pain?” Crystal bombarded him with questions. “I am okay, just hungry.” He replied. “I thought so. I bought some burgers and grilled chicken from your favourite shop.” Crystal said pulling out containers and containers of food and I could only stare and the bland plate of porridge I made. A sense of loss engulfed me.

Viktor crashed onto the concrete floor with a sickening crunch that echoed through the cavernous space. Before Viktor could rise, Jack was on him. He saw the obsidian charm, still pulsing faintly on Viktor’s belt. That was the source. He stomped down hard on Viktor’s wrist, pinning his hand to the floor, then ripped the charm from its leather strap. The moment it was severed from Viktor’s body, the crimson light died, and the artificial power surging through him vanished. The withdrawal was instantaneous and brutal. Viktor let out a pained gasp, his muscles deflating, the monstrous features receding, leaving him as just a man—a broken, bleeding man in a torn suit.

I tried. And then Viktor pulls... And everything goes white.

Then Viktor’s voice filled the room again; it was calm and controlled, exactly where he wanted to be. “You are getting closer,” he said. My jaw tightened. “Show yourself.” A faint chuckle followed. “You are learning,” Viktor replied. “But not fast enough.” “Where is he?” I demanded. “Safe,” Viktor answered. “For now.” Rage burned through me. “If you touch him—” “I already have.” My chest tightened. “You will regret this.” “No,” Viktor said. “You will.” The lights flickered back on. A screen on the far wall came to life, and Ruin appeared again, but this time he was conscious. His head lifted slowly, and his eyes found the camera. And then they found me.