Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

I asked putting the last bit of grocery in the refrigerator. "He left like an hour ago" Sophia said walking out of a random room. Sophia is one of the witches that is helping me with my process, one of Heath's sisters. Heath is also a witch or should I say a wizard and has been able to maintain his youthfulness for about forty years now so I am saying twenty year old Heath is actually in his fifties. Nothing is shocking when you are connected to so many supernaturals.

Even his laugh was malicious. “Wicked!!!” Silver said. “I'm not wicked, I'm Merlin, hi-hi-hi, a potion master and a headmaster, hi-hi-hi.” “So old man—” “I'm not old, hi-hi-hi,” Merlin snapped. “On the contrary, I'm 210 years or more. I forget. See how young I'm, hi-hi-hi.” Merlin replied with his left hand on his chest. Silver decided it was best to ignore Merlin. He looked around the market area. There were not many people here, but those who were here had stars in there eyes. Not many people dabbled in the arts of potions.

Harry said irritably, "We're obviously the ones who saw it first! Shouldn't everything be on a first-come, first-served basis?" "Whose kid is this? If I like it, then it's mine!" the woman snapped. Harry might have handsome features, but the childishness he portrayed made it obvious that he was only around 18 years old. The rich woman was already 45 years old this year. If she were any younger, she might just be attracted to Harry's type. It was a shame that only men in their 20s knew how to please others! This was why Harry was spared from the traumatic ordeal of being harassed by this older woman.

"Look at her. She's so young and looks like a college student. You're already in your thirties. I don't have to call her little sister-in-law." Harry frowned. "Is Charles trying to tell me that he's old?" "Don't call me that in the future." Harry would never admit that he was old. However, he had to admit that Stacy really looked young. Charles smacked his lips twice. "Fine. Eight years old is not a big difference. Just when she was ten years old, you were already an adult. When she was an adult, you... weren't that big..." In the face of the spring breeze-like smile of Shang Harry, he immediately changed "you are old" to "not big". He was afraid of the spring breeze, and the next moment, it

Despite their different appearances, there was one fact that he couldn’t stop laughing at. As their appearance was opposite to each other, their age was also opposite. According to Lord Shadow (she received the information after scouting the area with Sabrina that one particular night) the wizards were mostly in their early 40s at best. Yet, their appearance was like 100-year-old men and women. “Ho ho!” Hashim placed his hands behind his back like he was a wise old man. “Young kids nowadays have no respect.” He said arrogantly. The wizard flinched. His weary and old eyes fluttered at him in both confusion and denial.

“So you don't get to see the rain and snow quite often?” I nodded. “So don't you guys like age?” “Depends on how long you lived and your ancestor's genes. For example, if you've lived a hundred thousand years and your ancestors had wrinkly faces you might start aging but that is extremely rare as there are a lot of potions that can make a witch look fresh again.” Kelly sighed, “So you guys don't age?” “We do age on special circumstances-” “-How old are you?” “Ten thousand and one years old.”

Perhaps he was a few hundred years old. Maybe even the other elders would know him. Herwig immediately asked, "Who are you, Elder? How can you be so powerful?" "Elder?" Henry was startled. Anna was stunned for a moment, too, but soon guessed a possibility. Herwig must have thought that Harry was old but looked young. Herwig saw how surprised Henry was. He said, "You're not that young, are you?" Everyone understood when he said that. Kurt was still muttering secretly earlier. At that moment, he finally understood why the other party looked so young but had terrifying skills.

I said with a shrug. Arlo raised a befuddled brow. "You can't be much older than I am," he said. Then his eyebrows shot to the rim of his hair. "Wait, are you like a hundred years old but have magic aging powers or something?" The look of pure innocent shock on his face caused me to burst out laughing. I still hadn't recovered from my bout of giggles when the rest of the group caught up with Arlo and me.

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha. He took out his charmed mirror and placed it in front of him. The silver plated mirror showed him his own image; an old elf with a rather pale face with a greenish hue. The colour of his Adrian reflected his age. He was now 99 years old. This mirror was his portal to the past, and the only reminder of his cherished memories.