Harry Potter Advanced Potion Making Book Novels & Stories

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.

The potion room, a sanctuary of the supernatural, welcomed him with warmth and familiarity. As he poured an assortment of mystical ingredients into the cauldron, the room filled with a symphony of fragrances. The earthy smell of crushed wolfbane mingled with the sweet aroma of mandrake root, creating a tantalizing mixture that calmed his mind, even if just for a moment. His hands moved gracefully, almost dance-like, as he stirred the concoction, carefully adding drops of moonstone essence.

The smell from the cave was disgusting and books had horrifying art of werewolves drawn on it. "We are done with the rituals and now we must proceed to making the potion," She said and her assistant nodded. She went to bring the ingredients they'll be needing. A huge pot which has water in it has already been placed over a burning flame earlier before. The assistant returned with a basket containing the ingredients they'll be needing and she gave it to the high priestess.

Sometimes his puns aren't appropriate for the situation. "Vreihya, when I was still in the academy of magic, we learned about how to make a forest, but we never tried it because there is no vampire who can manipulate nature except you, now we will try it," he said, opening the chest in his hand and pulling out a book. I'm familiar with this book, it's a book of magic that lays out the rituals for combining magic. Someone can only get it if they are the highest or best in the academia. It's no surprise that I applauded when I saw it in uncle's possession again.

He guides me back towards the main street and into the crowd. Some streets away, just as he said, stood an old house with a sign at the front that stated ‘Practitioner’, and then I assume the same is written in other languages beneath it. We went inside and I was immediately taken aback. From floor to ceiling stood shelves filled with mixtures and concoctions, herbs and books that glowed and moved. It was the most miraculous thing I’ve ever seen. The shelves that held everything along the walls were made out of a dark wood with etchings that reminded me of runes from television shows about witches.

The Lorths' magic was distinct in that it required them to tear a page from a book and repeat the incantation in order for it to work. Only beginners had to bring their scriptures to a fight, according to Nelanian. Yulcite mages who had mastered Religion magic had mastered their scriptures and did not need to carry them to a fight. The quality of a Lorth's grimoire, on the other hand, may be used to rank them. Grimoires with soft covers showed that the mage was still a novice, while those with finer covers, such as leather or embellished covers with gems and gold, showed that the magician was at a higher level. When Nelanian saw the brilliant ruby on the grimoire's cover, he knew he couldn't

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

I dumped them all out onto the bed then plopped down in the middle with my legs crossed, I began my search through all 9 books, each with over a thousand pages, I then got tired of sitting on the bed and moved my work to the small table in the corner of the room. I scanned through more spells, potions, hexes and herbal remedies than I had ever seen before in my life, many that I had never even heard of. From witches brews, to how to cure a headache, love potions of all strengths and curses that ranged from something as minor as a boil or as extreme as death. As I’m flipping through the pages one curse jumped out at me. It’s the curse of the moon.

She pointed at the four bottles on the table, "with me I have, an avix, an impossium, a forget me broth, and an obessium. I'll need four witches to come out, in front of the class please." When four witches came forth she continued, selecting a bottle, its contents were lemon coloured, "this is an obessium, a fattening spell, and as I said before, the three main things to consider when making a potion are; its critter, element, and ingredients." She cleared her throat, "the main element in an obessium is honey, its critter is a miroslaw and its main ingredients are; diluted dragon blood, broccoli, elephant fat, three spider legs, a frog's eyes, snail eggs and cloud vapour."