Harry Potter Fanfiction Goblet Of Fire Shows Memories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"When you get your memories back, will you regret this?" His gaze held mine. "I don't regret any decision I've made." "Even if my memories return, I won't change my mind. Monday. I expect you at the Mark Removal Center. Don't be late." I nodded. "Fine." He didn't say another word and turned to leave. My head was a mess, but old habits kicked in and I instinctively moved to walk him out. I tripped on the edge of the rug. "Careful." A force caught me around the waist and pulled me back.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

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.

he cackled till blood spurt out from his mouth. “You will never know…..” his breathing slowed. I slapped him hard and shook him violently. “Don't you dare die” I whispered through gritted teeth. “I have no choice” I looked up at Lukas. “I have to go through his memories” “You can do that” “I can cast the spell but I've never done it before” I knelt, and dipped my hand into his hair. His scream was raw and agonizing and he convulsed wildly. I plunged myself into his memories trying to find the one I needed to see.

Her face is carved in my memory and there's a part of me that is slowly dying and turning cold, the feeling of deep sorrow and distress grows stronger everyday. "Your majesty, I don't make those potions anymore as they can have a very bad side effect for memories that is stored inside someone's brain. It can do more harm than good, you should not use it." His apologetic look had me feeling really disappointed when I asked him about the potion that would make me forget about my mate. Something that will lost the feeling of love and despair in my heart. "Are you certain?" I asked once more before standing up from my seat in resignation. He is the first person I meet today thinking that he coul

he added After that, after a series of explosions, they heard that the whole forest was on fire, even though their house was still ashes. Even before entering the Portal, the girl rained on it. She released a large round bubble made of water and continued. he entered the Portal with the young man "Leave." me so I sat on the iron floor. He tied my hands and whispered something close to my ear. Unconsciously, my eyes broke and I fell asleep. I closed my eyes. I already sold one of memory to him. I want to forget those scene in my life, but even though I traded that memory there's only one thought that I retained, and that is my revenge, my hatred, and my anger towards the coven.

Evelyn said handing Luna Sophia something in a small bottle “drink this you will forget you brought her here they won’t be able to get information out of you that you don’t know” “You won’t remember me?” I sounded sad, the two women exchanged a look “of course, I will remember my dear, how could I forget you, you are the daughter I always wanted I just wish things could have been different, this is a memory potion I won’t remember where you are, that way if they ask me, I won’t be able to tell them, and you will be safe” and with that she drank the clear liquid, hugged my one last time and left. Leaving me standing on the porch looking confused.

Isn't that proof enough that they were hiding something? "If you are certain about this, my college here can use magic to extract that memory and put it into a memory crystal so we can view it, but this would mean you'd forget that memory." The woman almost jumped out of her seat as she agreed, "Yes! Please! Please remove it! I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight if I still remember those eyes!" The mage stepped forwards as he took out an empty memory crystal and started chanting a spell. He reached out and pressed the crystal against her forehead, and the crystal slowly changed from a white to a smokey blue colour, "It's done."

"She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it." I gaped at him. "I love Harry Potter." Wes stared at me with wide eyes, amusement flickering through them. "As one does but there's eight movies. For God's sake, imagine sitting through a full summary of each movie." I narrowed my eyes. "I would totally give you eight-movies worth of summaries. Personally, the fifth and sixth movies are my favourite but the Goblet of Fire has a special place in my heart. Robert Pattinson and all."

But none of them burned as brightly as what came next. "Elif Demir." Vera's voice cut through the chamber. "You're next." I walked to the basin. The fire was hot—hotter than it should have been. I could feel it on my face, my hands, my chest. "Your most painful memory," Vera said. "Offer it to the flames." I closed my eyes. And I remembered. I was ten years old. My mother stood in the doorway of the basement. Her face was hard. Her eyes were empty.