Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Arcturus Black Wizengamot

A loud 'yes' filled the arena, bringing a smirk onto Black's face. "Well, good! Because this time... we're going to show you something unusual!" he began, bringing his wand out of his jacket. "Something..." He pointed his wand at the ceiling. Black, Mijo, Flute and Ela looked at each other, and when their eyes landed back on the screen, their mouths opened in awe, seeing the arena glowing white and being rained with snowflakes. "Magical," Revi whispered, grinning. 💜

AURORA’S POV I couldn’t have imagined such a death even in my darkest fantasy; suspended in the air, surrounded by candles with weird fragrance. My death meant the return of someone very evil. It also meant the death of my little girl. I tried to use my magic but it was all in vain. My body was drained of all strength. Despair had taken root in my heart and had grown like Cuscuta engulfing my heart; draining it of the tiniest bit of hope that was left.

He grimaced, shaking his head in disappointment, looking at his jar that only contained white cores. ‘Where the hell can I find those B-class beasts?’ Arth thought. ‘Seriously, it's been almost two hours already and all I have collected are white cores from C-class. Damn it.’ Arth let out a huge breath. "We have to work harder, Blackwinter," he told his sword as he placed it back on its scabbard. Without wasting any second, he continued rushing ahead to the depths of the Dark Woods.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

"Once things get out of hand, please leave." He heard a faint "okay" and stepped forward. "Oh? You are ready to put your life on the line for that brat, human?" the black said with a grin that showed his monstrous teeth. "Yes. Fight me and leave her alone," Arthur said coolly. The ground shook when he roared in laughter. "I just hope that you will taste as good as her parents," he said when he regained himself after laughing. "Let's see then," Arthur whispered. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The black wolf was temporarily paralysed at what he saw. "The Spucia," he whispered to himself.

Armadale fumed. Jeremiah felt guilty and then he wiped his hand on his brand new white robe, “Amy, I saw the curse spells from the second and third pages have the same embellishment…” “Yes, it's a curse spell level 2, Jeremiah.” Armadale answered, “The one who killed King Victor Blackfrost and Harold Whitewood is clearly a skillful black magician.” “I see…” “Why did you suddenly ask that? I thought you already moved on from your vengeance…” Armadale sneered, “or are you having a change of heart?”

She added as she look straight to Welkin. Welkin immediately fake coughed when he noticed that Ataraxis knows everything. "You make me so impressed Ataraxis." Welkin said as he blow the pipe he's holding. Ataraxis's blood heated up because of the annoyance at the creature in front of her. Do they have to use their friend to get what they want. Ataraxis calmed herself. She has to deal well with this because this wizard is holding Fika and it might do something bad to her friend.

"Arthur's right upstairs, you can hear what he has to say.” In all her years of living, Aston was the only person close enough to her grandfather to know what her grandfather was planning. Deep down, Aria always suspected that the day could come where Arthur tried to separate Asher from her, but she never fathomed it would be to send him to WOTUSHONG of all places. “…what’s the deal?” “There’s a little something called the black ledger, it’s a record of Arthur’s debts. And he has a lot of them”, Aston started, his voice so low that she had to step closer to hear him clearly.

We push against the darkness, reclaiming our territory and standing against the North pack's tyranny. As the battle rages on, I can feel the energy of our allies surging around us, bolstering our efforts. The North pack warriors falter, their confidence shaken as they realize the strength of our magic. With every enemy we crush, I can feel the tide turning in our favor. The Black Faes retreat, their dark forms flickering as they try to escape the light. But just as we seem to have the upper hand, Betty hands over a maleficent potion to Harry who drinks it promptly and disappears for a moment. A chilling howl then cuts through the chaos, freezing us in our tracks.

Chapter 8: Midnight Inquiries "Step away from the desk," a crisp, low voice cut through the chemical haze of the ruined suite before either boy could draw a breath. Zeyric spun around, his wand half-raised, only to lower it as Professor Starwyn stepped out from the shadows of the adjoining alcove, her heavy velvet robes entirely unstained by the falling white foam. Her dark eyes swept over the shattered windowpanes, the scorched floorboards, and finally landed on the raw, open link pulsing faintly between the two apprentices.