Harry Potter Crystals Novels & Stories

There were stores specifically dealing with artifacts; a store for wands and even boutiques selling stylish clothing was available. "Pre-loved books for Phytomysticology. No issue, good as new. You can have it for just 5 magic stones." "Vanity mist, specially concocted by a yellow student. It can maintain your pristine appearance even if you fail to take a bath for one whole month." "Who could be so lazy to even fail to take a bath for one whole month??! Stop jesting around! Take this product of mine instead. Dilute it to water and drink it, this will allow you to look dashing for one day!"

Then he walked away as he waved goodbye, I went inside my room and after a few minutes of realisation, I shouted out of glee, jumping all over my bed with a blushing face and a smile from ear to ear. "What the hell's wrong with you?! Let us sleep! shut it." My roommates complained as they throw pillows at me I sat down and tried to calm myself, "Sorry..." I shouted all my happiness at the pillow. Soon I enthustiastically opened the gift Henry gave me... it's a necklace with a silver single puzzle piece pendant... I wore it as soon as I opened it... I could barely sleep...all I can say now is that it's getting so much clearer...

Well I guessed I would never know The tears just wouldn't stop, I thought after awhile my eyes would be dry again but that didn't happen. All the creatures who died for love must be thinking from above that what a perfectly unfortunate girl I was, I had everything; power, strength and reputation but I could never have the most beautiful and uncomplicated thing from the world that was 'love'.

And with a conceited smile, she also handed it over for Anne to discover. "T-This—" Anne was totally stunned at what she just saw as she uncovered it, and found out it was a large jar containing rare magic crystals. "It could be valuable to you, but it's nothing to me. I don't understand why that old hag gave me this though," Zelda admitted.

All of the three maids held on to one side of a large blue crystal that they then held over my body and before I could protest, they activated it and water fell from the crystal in a shower like motion. I knew that the book had magic, but it had never been emphasized, the author had never mentioned the small and unique gadgets or the beautiful crystals that could carry things. All I knew was the gruesome effect magic had had in cursing Daisy to lose half her lifespan. I don't even know if the prince has magic, all that was written in the book, was that he has a lot of mana. I watched in awe as the large crystal held by the three maids disintegrated with every warm drop of water that fell out

Reta went to the door and stood in front of it. I stood at a corner watching Crystal from a distance as she carefully prepared the poison. She brought a small bowl, and poured in freshwater. She brought a purple liquid in a small bottle from her pocket. She gently poured half of it into the bowl. The color of the water instantly changed to purple, exuding purple smoke from it. “Steph!” Crystal called me out in her stern voice. “Yes?” I walked closer to her. “I need you to fetch me an orange hibiscus flower.”

The air here was filled with music, the murmur of conversations, and the distinctive clink of metal. My eyes widened. In the center of the square, a small crowd had gathered around a street performer. He stood before a series of ornate mugs, each filled to the brim with what looked like shimmering, crystal-clear water. Beside him, on a velvet cloth, sat a pile of beautiful, faceted crystals – emerald green, sapphire blue, ruby red, amethyst purple – each one glowing with an inner light. People were taking turns, tossing coins into the mugs. If a coin landed perfectly, a crystal would rise from the water, glowing brighter, and then magically transport itself to the winner.

The air smelled of herbs, freshly crushed leaves and dried stems, sharp enough to cut through my thoughts. My mother had cleared the table and laid everything out with a precision that made my stomach tighten. A shallow bowl of water. A small bundle of herbs tied with twine. A thin stick of something dark and resinous. A few crystals arranged in a simple circle. And at the centre of it all, the power-sensing crystal, clear and smooth, the size of a small apple, heavy-looking despite its transparency. It didn’t look like much. But when I stared at it too long, it felt like staring into depth. Like it might stare back.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.