Harry Potter Alchemist Novels & Stories

"I know, Professor McGonagall. And it's a good thing that we identified the item soon enough. We must just have identified the culprit for the petrifications too. Whoever this 'T.M.Riddle' is, he must be the one who was opening Salazar's Secret Chamber. We now know the 'what', the 'who', and the 'how'. Another reason for the chuckle is that the second class 5 item in the castle has the same magical signature as this one, meaning that the fool 'T.M.Riddle' probably crafted more than one of the items, meaning that we can use them to track him on any other horcrux. There was a reason that Herpo was nicknamed 'the fool'." He calmly explained to the Professor. "But Ms. Weasley…" "Don't worry Prof

When I finally turn to look at him, I see that he is also severely injured, but even so, I knew that we would flee because we are already in a tight spot when I cast some spells. “Nah-uh! Wait a minute! You two are going, why? We still have a lot to learn, aren't we?” I never imagined Claudius and I would crouch to the ground when the Alchemist pronounced those words. Even Lily's yelling can be heard in the distance, as though the Alchemist had captured him. Despite my best efforts, the Alchemist can slap me in the face. When he said, "I guess the real thing is already defeated," he had stamped his hand over the back of my hand so forcefully that I shouted.

I walked down the stage, rushing into the pack house and straight into Alpha' Lucas’ room. “Fuck I am crazy” I said as my hands shook, as I stood in the centre of his room. I looked around before finding the Luna’s old clothes. I rushed to it, picking one, the spell falling out of my mouth as I brought the second potion out of my pocket and pouring it into her. "Let’s see how you like this.” I rushed back out, barely looking were I was going causing me to rush into someone else. I fell on my bum, the sparks I felt freezing me in place.

Seren stood at the rim of the well, arms folded, watching in silence as the tainted water rippled like a corpse’s memory. Mourne descended with a squad of witches and a half‐mad alchemist rumoured to be a remnant of Elara’s court. Torches in hand, they navigated damp tunnels reeking of mould and old sorrow. Soon they found the ritual site: a glyph burned into rock, a sunstone bowl stained with gold‐root and black water. Scattered about were footprints in fine eastern sand, diplomat’s boots. And the alchemist’s satchel lay open, blossoms crushed beneath his cloak: Sleepthistle, Charmflower, Nightblight. A lullaby that killed children slowly, unless the toxin was triggered to awaken its full b

“A rare one, you have heard about Astilr's ring?” “Yes.” “I'm planning to make a stronger one.” “Is that possible?” “I've made two lesser ones.” “It is possible. I know what you need.” “That was easy.” “Search in the back.” The alchemist went in the back. The shelves were full of every known alchemical ingredient. He stopped, lifted on of the jars that had a creature inside. The creature was mix between a bat and reptile.

"Then why do you take the appearance of a child?" "Ooh, about that. I wanted my sister to recognize me. I changed after our separation," she raised her head proudly. Knowledge is our greatest advantage in fighting the chaos that surrounds us. Dahlia told us about the main events that happened in her life and explained when we were confused. We left the library, and they guided us to a herbalist chamber. It was full of potions. Dahlia wanted us to take them. It could come in handy afterwards. At the height of the world, alchemists are famed for their potions. They have various abilities, healing properties, resistance and enhancement. I could not recognize most of them. I guess only a couple

Amora said while pointing at the shelf where the book was, Alex suddenly looked at the book and nodded to his mother as a sign that he was going to take the book. Alex started climbing the ladder located under the shelf to reach the purple book. He brought the book to Amora and they moved towards the table so that they could more freely read the book. "This is it, this book is what I was looking for!" Amora said happily while staring intently at the book, Alex and Amora began reading the book together, until on the last page they found a recipe for a healing potion for Axton and Helena. "This recipe is exactly what you need, it says here we have to find these two special flowers to make this

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

She hadn't seen this kind of flower before, maybe it's a wide one, she thought. " uhm----, she cleared her throat, in every rumor there must be an atom of truth , so now I partially believe you guys" she said and flashed them a toothy smile. " So , who exactly is this sorceress I was prophesied to be her reincarnation" She questioned him , her interest still on the tattoo on her wrist, and as much as wants to believe them there's no such thing as a sorceress or magic, everything seems to her like she's been featured in an epic movie.