Harry Potter Bowtruckle Novels & Stories

The ground shook and I saw how large vines crawled inside the hall. I looked at Queen Romina and saw her eyes turned to fiery green. I didn’t waste time and made my own move. I formed the dragon’s bow—a blazing bow that could make a fire arrow that could burn anything. I aimed Ren who’s now cutting the large vines attacking him. I thought it would hit him, but just when it was about to hit the part of his chest where his heart lies, he moved as fast as lightning.

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.

It was uniquely crafted, shaped like three sets of a curvy triangle with three pointed stars made from metal rings all joined together at a center. “That's a shakra. A magical object weapon used by Grishan witches,” Triss slit her palm and pressed the blood against the wall with a few markings, and instantly, a small part of the wall shifted and she took out a book. It was familiar. The one I'd seen when I first came to the spell room. The Book of Shadows and Magic. I read out the name internally. Strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off the book until Triss returned it back to the wall and sealed it magically just as she'd retrieved it.

No one discovered Philip's identity or noticed anything strange about him. They only knew that their only customer was about to leave. At this moment, Scarlet walked down with the bow, which looked so imposing. It did not seem like just anyone could own it. Scarlet had been studying it for a while but found nothing. She thought it was a useless trinket. She took it out of the office and was about to force Rover to find fault with Treasure House. Everyone looked at the bow in Scarlet’s hand and was surprised to see such an amazing item.

Titan exhaled loudly as though he doubted the protector of Les Bois. A small smile tugged at the corners of Papa’s mouth. He let his quiver of arrows fall to the forest floor with a soft thud. Cory sat back down slowly as her eyes trailed over the quiver. It had the same markings as the rock on which Papa sat and the Omniscient Oak. It was eerily quiet all of a sudden as he showed the travellers another case. The case was almost exactly the same as the quiver except for one distinct difference: the markings on this case burnt much brighter. They burnt so brightly Cory wondered if there was a fire lit within. Everyone was staring at the case as if transfixed by it. No one spoke. They simply w

Therefore, I reluctantly part with it and give it to you as a sincere gesture of apology. Harry wasn't exactly a stellar student, but when he heard that these were magical tools with over 2000 years of history, he instantly became interested. "Hand it over, quickly!" Harry said, looking impatient. Fred was the same way, but he cared about his reputation. In front of others, he was naturally too embarrassed to compete with his son. Jasper held a brocade box in both hands and presented it to Harry. Harry picked up the blade with an expression full of admiration and reluctance to let go.

I yell from my tree cover to Adrian's. "I left my wallet at the orphanage," He audaciously jokes. "Just do it!" While Adrian stalls the creature, I re-attempt to conjure a bow. "You will need an arrow too." Blizzard intervenes. The pulsing power travels down my arm into the hovering hand. I can do it... I believe in myself... Crystalizing jingles compel me to open my eyes. A light blue phoenix-shaped bow replaces the dagger. The draw weights and limbs have the shape of wings, while the arrow resembles the head and tail of the majestic creature.

Little by little, she began to agree with Alexander. The professor ended the discussion, then headed for another student, leaving Elizabeth with her thoughts. “Let's see your wand, Mr. Alexander Soimesti.” The boy took out the wand made at the creative Workshop, but the professor signalled that he wanted to use the one from the beautifully crafted sheath ... that family heirloom. Alexander elegantly took it out of his sleeve, then from the sheath and without waiting for a word of approval from Smart, he cried twice: “Flammis acribus flamma! Flammis acribus flamma!”