Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Creates His Own Magic Fanfiction

Alexander was a boy perhaps too stubborn and too proud, but he was not so stupid as to contradict a professor endlessly. “We'll see when we try them. Let's see which is perfect”. The boy took his wand, put it back in the sheath, and hid it in the wide sleeve of his school clothes, then went back to his work table to continue making his wand ... that rubbish. Smart took Elizabeth's wand again, placed another huge magnifying glass next to the ones attached to his eyes, and then exclaimed again: “It's perfect ... as if made by forest elves.” And he moved away.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

Esco, Aeolous and Aiden is battling against each other, far from us. I created hundreds of light swords and hit the other mages with it. I created thousands of balls of light but I generated it from their backs, it was on their blind spot. Each of my ball of lights hit them. Some was already on their knees and some was still barely holding on. I made another spell that’s more powerful than the first one that I did. I created a spell on the ground, covering the whole battle athe rea and the lights coming from ground is draining their magic.

They kissed again more thoroughly, Theria held his hands, "Come on I'll teach you a few things about spells." They sat at the conference table with a bunch of spell books piled on the corner. Warren banged his head against the table. Magic returned and the evils of homework still existed. "Do we have to?" "We'll kiss some more when the work is done, until then stay focused." "How do we begin?" "We don't have a spell to hear thoughts with us, so we will have to write one," She handed a spellbook to Warren, all we have to do now is find spells that will work well together and change the wording a little."

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.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. A/n: Shotout to 'Lustsifer' who found the reference for 'Hogwarts' Magic Circle' in chapter #3. -------------- pls don't forget to support my stories

The boy nods in reply then are dragged by his father back to the cold mansion. Harry is presently sixteen and he is running an important role to support the Lilacs house. From business to innovation he builds it all with his own hand. He just finished his latest project that is to build train rails in order to encourage peoples to travel further and surrounds the world. It is a very successful operation and he received tons of honours from many Kingdoms in the Z world. The world where zombies reside. It is spring and colourful flowers hordes on the ground waiting to be swept by the maids... Although the weather is nice, Harry still feels empty...like a blank piece of paper searching for colo

she rambled on, as heat raised in her cheeks, filling it with scarlet. "Uh-uh," he smirked as he pointed the finger towards her and his fingers sparked with gold light with soft silvery stars around it. A cookie floated in front of her. "Apology cookie, mi'lady?' "You made a cookie with magic?" "No, I saw the cookie in the table and I brought it to you. I can't create. I can break, though. I have broken a lot of things." He smiled, looking very proud and childish. Boys!

Sara’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “I am 90% certain she spiked my drink with a love potion! I was a young warlock, making my way in the world, finally allowed to leave my parents house, approved by the council. She was at a bar… we were trading spells and suddenly she looked prettier, and well…” he simply shrugged before continuing. “I never called her back though, since when I woke up it had worn off.” He shuddered and Sara growled low, rolling her eyes.