Harry Potter Crystal Goblet Novels & Stories

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

Daro asked, making the other one laugh as well. “ Andrew? That pathetic good for nothing hybrid?” She said, shaking her head. “ Who is he?” I asked through gritted teeth. “ You will find out soon,” mana said with a sick smirk plastered on her face. “ Daro!!!” I said and he took out the crystal ball given by Agatha. She said it can drain out witches' health and beauty, the two things they loved more than their lives. Their eyes widened in horror as they stared at him.

“You created this crystal 1000 years ago. It acts as a shield or a cloak against anyone with physic abilities.” He tossed me the crystal and I snatched it out of the air. My vision suddenly changed as if my spirit was pulled from my body into a memory… I was standing over the cauldron with the crystal. I just finished the ruins. The potion dipping from the crystal into the cauldron. My surroundings reminded me of the 1600s. There was no sign of any current tools or electricity. There was a howl outside the door in warning before I was pulled back.

Her head snapped back, and the crystal goblet flew from her hand. "You bitch!" she shrieked. The goblet hit the stone floorboards between us. It didn't just shatter. The moment the amber liquid touched the wood, a violent, high-pitched hiss filled the kitchen. A cloud of acrid, green smoke billowed up, stinging my eyes. The liquid boiled, bubbling like lava as it ate through the centuries-old oak of the floorboards. I watched, frozen in horror, as the "peace offering" dissolved the wood in seconds, leaving a charred, smoking hole that reached down into the foundations.

Blake asked while whipping out a printed map from his pocket and spreading it out in front of Hyacinth, “show me where it is on this map and we’ll take a helicopter there this second.” “Relax, it’s not a place I can pinpoint on a map because it’s hidden from human eyes and not included on a common geography map,” she pushed the map back to him. She raised the object in her hand,“This glass shard is from a special wand made from amethyst crystals that transport you to unknown realms to witness or recreate powerful moments from thousands of years back. And my guess is that they returned to the first blood moon altar so that the results of their barbaric ritual would be more potent.”

Perhaps I could help him with something magical. My thoughts shifted to the necklace Harriet had made for me. I walked to the closet and pulled out the magical crystal. Then I returned to Tyrion's bedside, holding the crystal in my hand. I wasn't even sure what I was doing. Would it work if I placed it on Tyrion's body? I moved the talisman above Tyrion's shoulder, already attacked by the poison, and noticed the poison stirring up as if it was cumulating. I gasped and moved the crystal away.

Toddleboar commanded, her hands on her lips as she stirred into the pot of potion she was mixing. Using a dropper to take a little out of the potion pot, she dropped some of its content in a cup of water and we waited patiently for the result. The solution formed a crystal ball and Mrs Toddleboar picked it up with a wide smile, "it's done" she muttered and placed the crystal in a safe box before turning to us. Her cast Narek a glance but her eyes lingered on my face for some time. "Mrs Toddleboar ma" I forced a grin, trying to appear respectful before her.

His face soleum. “There is something I must tell you about the amulet, but you must swear that under no circumstances would you dare repeat it to another soul.” That was a heavy ask for first thing in the morning. Before I could respond the whole tower rattles. Glass vials fall from the desk, shelves crack under the pressure and drop to the ground.

It took me minutes before I arrived to the first page of the ‘Potion Section’. “Animal Transformation Potion, Appearance Potion, Beauty Potion, Disguise Potion, Elixir of Life, Hair Growth Potion, Happy Potion, ..” every word was fascinating. I didn’t know things like these existed. Then after a few seconds, “The Love Potion.” I mumbled as I found the page that would bring me into my own death. “Two alive love bugs, three cups white wine, three cups red wine, nine apple seeds, and nine fresh rose petals.” I immediately read the ingredients and tried to familiarize the steps myself.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.