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I saw how the Fire Spirit slowly vanished into thin air and left a red shiny stone and a black cat. “All mages who has been chosen by the spirit, please stay in that area” the Exam Master pointed at the right of the small podium where they’re at. All five of us went there, half-running. I got to see the things and animals that was left by the spirits. I got a puppy and a bow. Esco got a gun and a bird. The water guy got a whip and a squirrel. The earth girl has a heavy flail and a fox and Aiden got a red stone, a long sword and a black cat. I got to see the cat up-close and its eyes are gold. “The Knights Leaders will now choose from the remaining mages that took the exam today” the three Kn

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

She snaps the book shut and ducks out and away from him. “It’s my grimoire. Not something for you to read.” She says primly. Harry opens his mouth to argue but I lean over and poke him in the arm. Hard. “Leave it Harry.” I warn. We need this information, besides, intruding on her privacy is not likely to help him win her affections or trust. Harry reluctantly steps away and begins to wander the room, looking at the shelves. “Hands in your pockets Harrison.” Cam orders without looking up from her grimoire. Harry rolls his eyes but complies to her demand. After a few minutes of flicking through pages Cam smiles and closes the book with a soft thud.

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

"If you want to sleep without learning frills, you can use my room Kirey, you fall asleep with saliva already flooding the paper. Uh-huh, how disgusting you are right now!" Harry is Kirey's cousin, a final-year girl currently going through her tough times. Kirey looked at the completely wet paper in front of her, she wanted to scream and curse at Harry who was in front of her. But seeing some sharp and intimidating gazes around her, Kirey gave up her intention. She immediately grabbed a tissue and took out her cell phone. And sure enough, her face was even flooded with the slimy water with that unpleasant smell by now. Kirey even almost threw up when she smelled the smell from his hand which

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

The sound of the wheels rolling grew closer, but Arabella hesitated to greet him first. Harry was looking for a book. His hand stretched out, trying to reach one from the shelf, but he struggled. Usually, a bodyguard would always be by his side wherever he went, but today, he was alone. Feeling sorry for him, Arabella instinctively stepped closer. The cheerful girl immediately grabbed the book for Harry. This was her chance! She could get close to him naturally. “Here you go!” Arabella said with a sweet smile as she handed the book to him.

I need to know something. "The book of the potion of spells was lost." Mrs. Vega opened immediately to her companions. How could she know that the book of potion of spells was lost? Is she up into something? "How did that happen? Has anyone turned it on yet?" "Yes there is. And she is our student here. I think she is not normal. There is someone else with her." Are they talking about me? It was just about the book but now I have joined the conversation. What the hell is happening?