Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows 소설 & 이야기

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

AURORA'S POV There was a huge mansion in woods which was white in colour with cream interior. The place gives a warm vibe but I know from far that this is going to be a hell of a ride for me. I should find a way and escape from here as soon as possible. I couldn’t escape in car because I was all panicked and was not that good in teleportation spell. I needed some time in peace so that I get the spell to work but the nerves ponding against my skin made me dumb as they said what a weak witch I am. My parents would be really disappointed in me. As soon as I was thrown into a dark room my restrains were opened letting me feel my sore hands. These motherfuckers tied them pretty tight. The darknes

I refocused on the book in front of me with renewed effort. It didn't take long before books started coming in. I laid them out in front of me. The spells varied. There were pregnancy spells, summoning your dead relative spells, changing time spells, and bringing someone back for the dead. The biggest question was, which one was the darkness up to? My finger ran over one line in a book. "This one here. It takes six blood relatives and ten thousand souls." "What's that one do?" She asked. "It's an immortality spell."

Jared asked, as the constant mention of Henry brought him back to reality from his world of thought. "Henry went to see his mother so he would know what year she destroyed the darkhold. One of the most powerful magical books of all time. It's said that as you practice spells from it, it constantly feeds on your soul and possess it, making you crave for more and more power," Alfred replied.

We had our family now: no magic, no ancestors, no reapers. The End

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Chapter 75: Wolfsbane And Silver Hannah: We stared at the bottle before we glanced at Dr. Riley, awaiting his response on probably some more disaster. He looked around for a bit. "They are all supposed to be dead, but for some reason, they aren't," He sounded just as confused as we were. What did he mean by *they're supposed to be dead?* Wolfsbane doesn't kill. Harry took a bottle from his hands. "Wolfsbane doesn't kill. What do you mean they are supposed to be dead?"

It had already been made. He looked at Myrra, at Bram, at Elior. Then, finally, at Vame. “You knew,” he said. It wasn’t a question. Vame did not deny it. Rael exhaled shakily. Then, before doubt could stop him, he stepped forward and reached out. The moment his fingers brushed the Hollow Crown, the world shattered. A brilliant flare of crimson light engulfed them all, blinding and consuming. The whispers became a roar, the abyss convulsing as something ancient, something vast, wrapped around Rael’s very soul.

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.