Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Bowl Of Memories

His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.” “Will he forget everything doc?” I asked “It is possible. if he remembers anything, it could be just his family.” The doctor said I cried of a sudden thing that comes to my mind. Will he forget me? Our memories? We went to the private room where he was. There is a bandage on the head. He looked at his family first and he never looked at me “M-Mom.” He called “You remember me?” His mother asked “Yeah.” Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.”

"You remember that tent from the Triwizard Tournament? The one that looks tiny on the outside but inside it’s like an entire house?" Andy caught the ball and grinned. "You want me to Harry Potter us a tent?" I shrugged, folding the shirt and adding it to a stack. "I mean... can you?" He pushed himself to his feet, brushing invisible dust from his jeans. "Please. Amateur hour. I could do better than that with my eyes closed." Simon arched an eyebrow from across the room. "Be careful. She’s going to hold you to that." I smirked. "Absolutely I will."

He sounded relieved. "She woke up once last night. She didn't even recognize me." Last night, when I first came to, my vision hadn't cleared yet. I simply couldn't see who was there, so I asked. The healer went on, "She's been unconscious for so long, it's normal that her memory's jumbled. We'll run another test. If there's memory loss, there are always witches' potions. The southern witch, Olivia…" This poison mainly targeted the mind of a werewolf, and only then the body. My body felt fine. Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

Victim blood. "The bowl of unity," Ronan explained, his voice carrying to the crowd. "Every member of Red River has bled into this bowl. Their blood mingles here, binding us together as one pack, one family, one unstoppable force." He gestured, and pack members began approaching the bowl. One by one, they cut their palms and let their blood drip into the stone basin. Young and old, male and female, they came and bled and stepped back, their eyes glowing with fervor.

“I think, I misplaced a potion---but I hardly doubt that, I never misplace a potion of such great use and power.” “What kind of potion are you missing out?”I asked as my interest was captured by a missing vial. “Its my memory eraser potion, it is still not a hundred percent perfect, I am still working on it, but it is kind of potent and dangerous when it lands on the hands of anyone who want to use it for their personal interest.”

Some questions he had not yet spoken. Theon stepped away from them and moved toward a shelf. “There is something else I must show you,” he said. He retrieved a small wooden box and carried it to the central table. He opened it and revealed a glass sphere no larger than a walnut. Inside the sphere swirled a faint golden fog. Elowen frowned. “What is that?” “A memory trace,” Theon said. “Some mages use it to capture leftover impressions after a spell collapses.” Corvin stepped closer. “Leftover from what?”

Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.