Harry Potter And The Dark Wizard Novels & Stories

Her snake beside her hissed at the good-for-nothing. “Hilarious.” The once immature, emotional Princess tilted her head with a cold smile. “I want to make it messier this time.” He flinched but shut his eyes. She raised her hand to torture him when the commotion got her attention. She felt a wave of energy spread like a ripple in still water. The Dark Wizards' barrier was broken. She glared at the trembling wizard.

Though I tried to hate him, my heart raced faster when he was with me and his touch sent a shiver down my spine. He is handsome, yet dangerous. I have hated my life since the day I entered his mansion. He chained my hands and legs. I can't even walk freely. I was like a prisoner to him. It seems like he has lost his sanity. He behaves like a total psychopath, and I am very sure he is a psycho, But he is damn rich.

“I already told you I hate it when you interrupt me.” The first crack on the floor happened right in between Diana and the warlocks. “W-What’s happening?” “Is this another trick of a dark witch?” “She’s not a witch! She’s a hybrid!” The crack started to slither as it grow longer and bigger. “Wrong. Dark magic is not my thing.” Her eyes gleamed with crimson embers of anger and anguish. “It’s time manipulation.” Boom! Before the remaining warlocks could conjure the last of their magic to break free from the spell, the two nearest pillars smashed them into a pile of meat paste and bones. Blood immediately flooded the floor.

These scarecrows seemed to radiate a terrifying forcefield, burning with jet-black flames as they waved their burning scythes and made their way over to Wilbur. The force field surrounding them seemed to make the air around them ripple, enough to even affect someone at the Sanctuary level. Once their target was affected, they would be free to go in for the kill. Wilbur frowned. Maddox definitely knew his way around dark magic. From the Storm of Dark Ravens to this Dark Harvest, each spell was mysterious and haunting, and they were fatal moves too. Of course, both were far from enough against someone like Wilbur. Wilbur's Dark Disperse lit up once again with multi-colored spiritual flames, ex

I had no intention of using the spells within, but if I could learn everything possible about dark magic, then perhaps I could see the signs before walking blindly into a massacre. Hours ticked by, and the longer I stayed in that room, the more I realized that the dark magic wasn’t affecting me as it should have been. I skimmed through a book of spells, noting the ingredients and strange chants. Most of them called for some type of blood. Some wanted you to sprinkle it on the earth or ingest it, while others wanted you to paint twisted symbols onto your body. One in particular caught my eye. I dog-eared the page and set the book aside to skim later. The book I was currently opening was large

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

Then he chanted a spell quickly. "Dear God of Darkness, I am willing to sacrifice my life. I pray to you to use the curse of darkness and let these people present become your sacrifice — The Curse of the God of Darkness!" At the last moment of his life, the great wizard did not wait to die. Instead, he sacrificed his own life to use the most powerful form of dark magic: the Curse of the God of Darkness. When he had finished reciting this spell, his body burst into a mist of blood before the sword could reach him.

Quickly, the whole room was surrounded with pitch black fog and it became tough for him to see through the thick fogs. "You certainly do nothing in the presence of darkness, where I operate" The Wizard tried casting a spell to bring light to the fog, but it couldn't work. "Now that I have you where I want you, all I need to do is simply consume your soul with darkness and you would eventually become all mine by the end of the day" The wizard knew that if he couldn't get out of the fog, he was doomed. He kept on fighting the fog, which kept on coming till it successfully had him. It wrapped its body around him and began to consume his soul, while Rogue King watched in awe.

Witch Ciara gaped as that book slipped from her hands, her eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets. “Y-YOU have done it alone! You channeled the hell fire back to its origin!” Madam Helena spread her arms on her sides and ascended in the air, a burst of that divine light almost blinded us as she announced. “And that dark wizard is dead as well.” The death of a dark servant? Blimey! My hands collided for clapping at this fortunate occasion for praising her openly. Our world was now freed from the fatal shadow of the darkness, this called for a great celebration.