روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Creates His Own Magic Fanfiction

“Only with you...I really don’t like people. I’m extremely anti-social and prefer to spend my days either by the lake or in my lab...not that I will ever return to my lab unless you’re fine with it.” “As long as you’re not creating more hybrids,” I tell him and then grow a little bit curious. “So, your original power is connected to the lab?” His face brightens, and he gets this very excited, almost nerdy look on his face. “Exactly! I don’t know why or how, but I’ve always been able to create potions. I just mix some herbs that I think feel right, and then I chant a spell, which always makes me create something magical from the herbs—that’s my ability.”

A couple of minutes pass before a voice calls out, “Next! Who’s next?!” “It is Hera of the Liddicoat Kingdom,” I answer. “You plan to become a citizen here?” A young man asks with suspicion in his eyes. “Tired of all the vampires there?” “Yes,” I answer. “And maybe,” I add. “What kind of spell do you use?” “Mostly elemental spells. Potions.” “How about combat?” “Not much.”

They can only do things like make a little fire, fix a broken glass, or something not very substantial. However, in my case I cannot do any of that. I tried many times to do something out of mage paper but I just couldn't. Only ten percent of the population in Eravia can't perform even a simple sorcery out of mage paper—the most basic sorcery that a pure blooded mage can do, and I'm part of it. Fortunately, through years of practice, I've learned how to dance in the water's surface, a dancing trick Mistress Ursula had taught me. Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right?

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

What little light remained was dimmed even more. An insistent buzzing began in Viktor's ears, as if he had flies inside his skull. Herwin's face, a lifeless, rotting mask, took shape in his mind. Karen's hair began to billow around her head, stirred by an invisible esoteric wind. When he was in the middle of the process, Viktor stopped the spell, picked up the notebook and, in a single movement, threw it into the fire in the fireplace behind him while releasing a cry of suffering and suppressed rage.

“Hey, don’t do this again; your Mom will be mad if you made her worry.” “Haha! I am the sneakiest kid in the sewers; no one can beat me in doing this kind of thing.” “Go now, before she finds out.” Jin chuckles. “Okay, see you later Jin!” “Later, Gasly!” [Gasly started to run towards their window and climbed up to it, as sneaky as he can. Jin headed towards his room, close to the corner of the Sewers. He opened his room, and as the lamp was lit, the portrait of him and his deceased Mother shone above his wooden cabinet, cobwebs on every corner of his room, rusty sword on his wall, ocarina, left over bread, a small notebook, quill, full-bottled ink and a small blade. He walked through the roo

As I touched his skin, he fell under the enchantment, and I began to manipulate the situation, creating a narrative. What Henry believed was happening was me tearing off his clothes and kissing him intensely, allowing him to fulfill all the fantasies his distorted mind projected. I sat in the corner of the room, watching the comical scene before me, where he touched himself, thinking it was me. “Alpha, we need a word!” Harry's voice, the beta, echoed through the door. I bit my lips in anger; the magic was delicate, and any change could break the spell. I messed up my clothes and hair and threw some water on my body, pretending to be sweaty. Furthermore, I stayed close to Henry, who seemed to

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.

I don't need to wear thick clothes because it's cold, nor do I need to bring a parasol because of the sun's sizzling hot Today, I will practice controlling wind magic particles so that I can fly using a broom-like in the Harry Potter movies. And at the same time, I'll search two wandering fairies who didn't report the progress of the task I gave them the other day and only ate blind salaries! Anyway, I was just thinking how pleasant this moment is, until, Hayden came to have breakfast together! 'Unlucky. Why does he want to have breakfast together after we often eat dinner together?'

I shook my head squinting my eyes. “Look, I’m guessing you’ve read Harry Potter books right?” I nodded my head to the question thrown by Rilley, “It’s written by JK. Rowling right?” I nodded again,” This world is not her creation, it already exists. She wrote the book according to her experiences in this wizarding world, all the characters and places are real. Those books themselves are only that our timezones are different” “But how did she get in there? Through the barrier in Kings Cross Railway Station?” I asked.