Harry Potter Bowtruckle Novels & Stories

Not after the way I begged him to ruin me. He reaches over me to the nightstand, the one that used to hold Ethan’s watch and wedding ring. His fingers fumble in the drawer, then come back with something heavy, something that hums to life with a low, menacing buzz the second he switches it on. The wand. Thick-headed, corded, the kind that’s more machine than toy—powerful enough to rattle bones. He’s had it hidden here for years, maybe longer. I don’t ask. I don’t care.

Draco looked at him with creased brows as Edrand returned to stand before him. "What's this?" Draco asked, opening the box Edrand gave to him. "A bracelet, my lord, come on, bring it out." Draco gingerly pulled it out, taking in the bracelet dotted with shiny black diamonds. "It's beautiful," he commented. "You like it, my lord?" Edrand was eager to know. Although the bracelet looked simple and elegant, it wasn't an ordinary bracelet. It was a magical tracker bracelet that'd always alarm Edrand whenever Draco was with another.

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

― 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.

“Uh you flatter me, dear one. Come.” They went inside Christine’s office. The witch went in first and start rummaging on her cabinet. “Oh this is taking too long!” she complained to herself. She snapped her fingers once and before them, a familiar bow came to view. Azrael was shocked to see it again. It has been a long time since she saw it. Without even realizing she found herself saying… “The Crescent Bow…” Christine only smiled. The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky.

Robb brought the two boxes out of their hiding place. The young noble glanced at the box filled with papers, but reached out to the painted box instead. He opened and Robb poked his head to the side to take a look. "What's that? A bow?" he asked. "Looks like it." Minos answered. He pulled it out of the box and studied it one more time. "I'm gonna go hunting but my bow broke fighting that werewolf." "That looks so cool." "You know how to get to the river?" He asked the young boy.

And in Public! On his way to the Hunter Corp, Silver stumbled at a small potion shop. It had a sigh that named it, Crooked Wizard. The Stop itself looked like a hut build from obsidian black stone. The hut had a metallic sheen to it. He stared at it for a while. Another signboard said they trade blood sack. He quickly opened the door.

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

"Why not? I snarled. "Because it's against the rules," she said nonchalantly as if what she was telling me wasn't confusing. "What rules? You know what, I don't care. Just tell me who I can speak to about the portal," I said. She smiled, seemingly enjoying my frustration. "Oh, Alvis. Why are you acting so ignorant? Go speak to the witch you purchased that bow and arrow you so graciously gifted to Lindsey." She was talking about the magic bow I purchased from a witch to help Lindsey to help her with the competition. Whoever used that weapon would never miss a target. At the time, I was skeptical, but after seeing Lindsey win, I knew the bow had powers.