Harry Potter Alchemist Novels & Stories

Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity. Avenger— An alchemist that transmutes pain to healing and strength. It can also be used to punish anyone who has caused them pain, cursing them. Scorchers— An alchemist that transmutes anger to flame. Optimist— An alchemist that transmutes joy to health, and luck. Reaper— A rare type of Alchemist that breathes/ absorbs life for healing, and strength. They can also use it to temporarily copy the power or skill of someone they had killed.

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.

It was a technique that placed talented alchemists above the mediocre ones, and the same one that brought about the title, "Alchemy Grandmaster" "He is done," Zandor suddenly said, and Frederick nodded his head. The energy in the hut suddenly grew much denser as Edict generously poured into the ground herbs. A blinding light was produced as the healing potion was completed. A medicinal scent so strong that Frederick had to turn off his sense of smell filled the place, and the masked man sighed lightly, his action a sign that Edict Infused Alchemy was more draining than it looked.

"Hmm—What potent medicinal aroma!" Alex's nose twitched as he caught a whiff of a medicinal fragrance. He was a highly skilled alchemist, and according to the the Ultimate Book of Medicine, could now be called a Grand Master Alchemist. And unlike those who had his cultivation, the firstborn could use the laws of heaven and earth to refine extremely extraordinary pills known as fairy pills. The medicinal fragrance Alex could now smel, on the other hand, went beyond the realm of fairy pills. It was a divine pill… of rather extreme valure

"And word's already spreading you're here. Council sympathizers are everywhere." Jamie thanks her and they descend deeper. The third level is darker, less crowded. The alchemist's shop is at the end of a long corridor. Inside, an ancient man tends to bubbling potions. He doesn't look up when they enter. "Phoenix ash. Fresh or preserved?" His voice is dry as dust. "Whichever works fastest to cure dragon poison." Now he looks up. His eyes are milky white, blind but somehow seeing everything. "Dragon poison. Rare. Expensive to cure. Do you have payment?"

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

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.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.