Harry Potter Aging 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.

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey. And the kiss. How could I not talk about the kiss? I suddenly felt like a sixteen years old boy, who hasn't been with a bunch of girls. One who was super nervous about his first kiss. By the time I went home, it was hell. I heard screams before I even put the key in the lock. Who would have thought that three girls could make so much noise?! I swung the door open and locked it behind me. "What is going on?" I looked at Nat's red face then shifted my gaze to Jo before it finally landed on Tay. I frowned. "What is wrong with you?" I approached her with widened eyes as I tried not to cringe. Her beautiful blonde hair was now white.

Ava explained everything with her cute little voice, looking down in sadness that he might not talk to her after hearing that she is a little girl, "What is your age, Ava?" Harry asked in curiousness, "I... I am 5... but I will be a bigger girl soon and you don't have to worry about that" Ava said, trying her best not to make Harry dislike him. Harry started to laugh seeing her cute expression and said "You are so cute! and don't worry, I won't stop talking to you because of that! but how about just call me Harry and don't use anything in front of it".

"Well if you think one hundred and twenty-six young I will take it." "Woah Woah Woah, you're telling me you're a hundred and twenty-six years old? Why aren't you old and I don't know dying?" She asked him. "Because of magic, and knowledge of the world. It's a simple age reversal spell." "So what if you just hit the reset button when you're almost dead and poof your 26 again." She said. "Exactly like that, except I'm also immortal so I can't exactly die." He said.

What the hell was she talking about? “Yes, Mel. I’m eighty-five years old. Now get over it,” she said flatly, turning her head slightly toward me, and my eyes widened. What the fuck? I’d suspected she wasn’t really twenty-five ever since I found out she was a witch. I’d done my research. Witches could slow their aging when needed. I figured she was maybe in her late thirties or early forties. But eighty-five? That put her at the same age as my father.

Harry replied with a broad grin. "Of course, it is." "Don't be so sensitive, you'll age faster." "Better aging into a stylish man than not aging gracefully at all, unlike someone." "Hey, that's a personal attack! What about me, huh? What about me?" We bantered like children, quarreling and making up, only to quarrel again. As we were finishing breakfast, I remembered I hadn't yet asked him about something that had been on my mind – the incident with Yolanda and the magic he accepted from her.

"Hundred human years is like a thousand for wolves, and even at that, we age very slowly. When I mean very slowly, I mean that we hardly age at all." Of course, their specie was gifted with the everlasting blessing of endless youth. As for Albus who was a wizard... Isabella couldn't say. "Albus is only trying to imitate our specie," Ralph joked as if reading her mind. "I don't know what herbs and potions he uses on himself." "You always give me headaches," the wizard sighed. He turned to Isabella. "I assume you must have been briefed of the rules." Rules again?!

He was already in his seventies, but he looked like he was only sixty years old at most! Who wouldn’t want to be given an opportunity to live for another ten years or more? As soon as a person reached middle or old age, they would definitely become more and more afraid of death and old age. Lord Moore was like this too. He had already recovered from a serious illness, but there were still many minor problems with his body. Even though the last magical pill that Charlie gave to him could prolong his life for a few more years, it was simply keeping him alive. If it was possible, Lord Moore also wanted to have a body that was ten years younger, just like Anthony.