Harry Potter Alchemist Novels & Stories

And the temple became a kind of laboratory for alchemists. Even Hayden also gave humans as guinea pigs for the alchemists. Until finally, created a shape-shifting potion, which he named polyjuice. But the potion cannot be used on just anyone as they started to melt, or died suddenly. The only one who managed to drink the potion and stay alive was Dylan.

She had figured out that could help kill the monster. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

However, this was not the time to discuss how to use this Soul Raiding Water. Philip coldly looked at the people in the human resource division behind him. “Do you still doubt Big Roc now?” Everyone lowered their heads. The result was right before their eyes. What other doubts could they have? They would be a laughingstock if they still voiced out. Philip snorted coldly at their silence and said, “There should be many alchemists here, and you should have some wooden barrels with you.” The alchemists nodded in response. The alchemists mostly produced potions and liquids, and they needed to collect some materials such as water sometimes. Things like wooden barrels and glass bottles were always

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’. “Animal Transformation Potion, Appearance Potion, Beauty Potion, Disguise Potion, Elixir of Life, Hair Growth Potion, Happy Potion, ..” every word was fascinating. I didn’t know things like these existed. Then after a few seconds, “The Love Potion.” I mumbled as I found the page that would bring me into my own death. “Two alive love bugs, three cups white wine, three cups red wine, nine apple seeds, and nine fresh rose petals.” I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself.

She said, “The potion is with Becca, Alex. She carries it with her. It was useless to go through her belongings.” “Shit. It means I was right,” he mumbled. “About what?” she asked, getting confused at Alexander’s response. “I found her research book on mythological creatures. It was a sign that she knew about the potion and now that you have mentioned she carries the potion with her, I am a hundred percent sure now,” Alexander explained to Pristine. “I can directly ask her about the vampire potion by hypnotizing her and she will spill the beans. Then I can return back to the vampire world.”

Henry nodded. Kou was confused and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you two, are you even talking? What are you, some kind of mind reader? Are you two psyhopaths?" "Psychics! It's psychic!" Henry corrected Kou protested, "That's what I said. Physics! Even Megumi doesn't know what you're saying!" "Hey, Physics' a subject." "It's not the same?" Henry shakes his head and said, "No." Yui ignored us and continued walking... Kou asked persistently, "Henry's a what? Megumi?"

“Irina, I hope you and Lucas are perfectly fine. Well, I write this letter under the watch of your father. He is still reluctant but I managed to convince him. Let’s get to the point, as I promised you that I’ll find a way to help you. We went back to the past again, me, your father, and Elder Mory, to see a young alchemist. Turn out, there is a way, although no guarantee but I think you should try it. Instead of spell, you can try potion. It’s called the green morning, made from the essence of green morning flower which only grew at the peak of mount zarkh once in ten years. You can have the further explanation about it in the book where you find this letter. The book is written by the alch

He stepped between us to pluck the ring from Avery's fingers before she could slide it on. He studied it, turning it every which way, even holding it up to the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. "How did he manage that?" "Manage what?" I asked, a sinking pit growing in my stomach. "I told you my magic is based around Earth, right? Well, metal and gemstones are as much a part of earth as plants are. But what I see here is - I just can't figure out how a Necromancer could possibly produce a Witch's spell as intricate as this."