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Hell never stayed the same long enough to get bored. Which was good. Kaelith hated being bored. The ground beneath him cracked open again with a loud, satisfying snap, spilling molten fire upward like it had something to prove. A creature with too many limbs crawled out of it, shrieking like it had just discovered existence and already regretted it. Kaelith glanced at it. “Yeah, same,” he muttered. The creature lunged at him. He did not move at first. He let it get close. Very close. Close enough that it thought it had a chance.

Chapter 26: Burn It, Burn It With Fire! 14 - 17 minutes Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 12:02 PM "Fiendfyre!? You summoned Fiendfyre?" Came Director Bones voice from his side. The woman had her wand out and was ready to cast, depending on Erik's answer. "Yes, Director Bones. Do you remember what I said yesterday? That some pieces of magic can't be destroyed by normal means?"

Mary led them through the halls until they ran into an invisible wall. “It’s a forcefield,” Mirja said, running her hand across it, reading the magic. “Henry-” “It’s Harry.” Mirja dismissed the correction. “I need your magic to break this protection spell.” “Break it?” he questioned. “Well, more like create a little space for us to get through. What can you conjure?” “Fire,” Harry said excitedly. “Great. Conjure it up.”

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.

I became silent, telling him in a surly way that he could go on with his plan. We helped both of them out of the car, with me taking Malia and Diego taking Hansel. I opened the door to find everywhere in the same mess I left it. I wished that I could spank the miserable talking inanimate objects that lived with me. My spell book was still on the floor, together with the two bottles of potion and two vulture eyes. I cursed underneath my breath, seeing no reason as to why Mr broom and mob would never have the common sense to know that I would like to come back to a tidy house.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

It can dispel any spells and magic which would mean that I'll have to burn my hands to get the book. I tore the edge of my shirt and formed it into a circle before placing it in my mouth. I broke in cold sweat as I reach out for the book. As expected, the barrier made all my spells disappear and other phyical things such as using a stick didn't work. It simply burned to ashes. I had no choice but to reach out towards it. Without the barrier, I ended up showing my true goblin skin color- a lighter shade of green than a gorgon's and as I grabbed it, my hands started to burn like crazy.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synced. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied , still looking her up suspiciously.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

Elf Trixie had spent years studying this magic that allowed him to communicate with spirit and control its power. Bishop Eloise Pawn moves forward to put the locket on Clara, but Gobi Zalika throws her wand behind her, wrapping it around her waist. She casts a spell and the air fills with a dark mist. Gobi Zalika points her wand at Eloise, forcing her to release the locket from her hand. The fog swirls around Bishop Eloise, enveloping her like the darkness of space. Gobi Zalika holds out her arms as the magic wraps around Bishop Eloise and she falls to her knees.