Harry Potter Fanfiction Greek Inheritance Test 소설 & 이야기

“The world doesn’t hand power to the lazy. Alejandro’s charm doesn’t impress me, and Diego’s intellect means nothing if he can’t lead. Whoever proves both brains and influence will inherit the company. Final decision.” “Guillermo—” she started. He sliced the air with his hand. “Enough. If anyone here is uncomfortable, you’re welcome to step out of the race now. My word stand and it will not change.” Silence. Only the ticking of the antique wall clock. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. This was classic Father—make everything a test. Never a father. Always a judge. Now he was doing this again like he had done for most of our childhood.

Chloe smiled, and she raised her eyebrows playfully as our fingers interlaced. "I never said I wanted to marry Hank. I've always wanted to marry James. He's the one who made the potion, after all. Only you dummies like that phony beastman Hank!" Rowena felt her heart jump. What did Chloe mean by that? Everyone was shocked. Whispers started spreading, questioning if Hank really made the potion that won the competition. Hank turned ghostly white and tried to cough to cover his nerves, but I spoke up before he could. I turned to my parents, who had just come downstairs.

They all did. “I assure you, there is no mistake.” Mr. Smith met my gaze, then turned his attention to the others. “And I assure the rest of you, George Lachlan's last will is utterly unbreakable. Since the majority of the remaining details concern only Hailey, we’ll cease with the drama. But let me make one thing very clear: Per the terms of the will, any heir who challenges Hailey’s inheritance will forfeit their share of the estate entirely.” Hailey’s inheritance. I felt dizzy, almost nauseous. Traps upon traps,” Marcus murmured. “And riddles upon riddles.” I could feel his dark green eyes on mine.

“You’ve been investigating him?” “Yes,” Jason said. “We found records of a cursed immortal centuries ago.He was said to have been sealed away by the founders themselves. His hunger for power nearly destroyed the Academy.” My heart pounded. “And you think Harry is—” “He doesn’t just resemble the stories,” Kael said, his voice was low. “He is the story. Every sign points to him. The way he fights, the unnatural strength, the way he bends shadows like they’re part of him.” Jason leaned forward too,his tone was sharp. “And now he’s trying to resurrect himself through you. We can’t let that happen.”

MAEVE POV “Remember, the test in the Forbidden Forest isn’t just about skill.” Headmaster Horgus’s voice echoed against the stone walls. “It’s an elimination for the weak. The forest shows no mercy, and once you step past its gates, no title will save you.” Heat crept up the back of my neck, not just from nerves. I knew what was waiting for me. If Dorian’s stabilizing serum wore off from too much physical activity, my scent would explode in the middle of the forest. It could trigger the instincts of hundreds of hungry predators.

"Work it out? She destroyed us, Jaxon! You're going to destroy your father's legacy, everything our ancestors built, for her and this fucking child!" She's spiraling, the dagger trembling in her grip as hysteria takes hold. "I would have died for you! I would have bled for Wolfgang pack, would have given you pure-blooded heirs worthy of our bloodline⁠—" While Victoria runs her yap, I catch Harry's terrified gaze and let my eyes fall to his little hands. Then I tip my head at him, mouthing the words: Like we practiced. Like throwing a baseball. Harry shakes his head frantically, too scared to move, but he’s every inch of my fucking blood because he understands what I’m trying to do.

"W-We were worried you would be nervous on your first night home! We were just joking to help you relax." Gillian and Keith nodded repeatedly. "Yes! That's right! The joke was poorly timed. We'll be more careful in the future!" I smiled, switched the stun gun back on, and shocked all three of them again. "Still lying, huh? I already know who the real heiress is." Orson forced a strained smile. "What are you talking about? The heiress is obviously you." "The DNA test proved it. There's no doubt about that." "Hurry up and untie us. Stop messing around, alright?"

He pulled a small plastic bag from one of the pockets of his battle jacket where he had placed the six bloody fangs. "I know it won't make a difference, but I'm sorry for your loss, High Priestess Allegra," he said, holding the bag with both hands. With her now milky white hair, Allegra grasped the object, shaking. "Did they suffer?" she whispered. "I saw to that," Harry replied compassionately. "May I?" she asked, holding her hands to Harry. The young Alpha nodded and bent down to place her hands on his temples. Every witch is born with a unique gift.

I say, taking a step backwards. "Rory," She calls, and I flinch. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry." I nod, walking out, steadying my breathes as I walk to the Living Room, see everyone sitted. "To break the curse fully, we need Alexandru, Lily and Rafe ofcourse, in a circle, holding eachother. We'll need the blood of the people you love the most, not to be Harry Potter-ish, but Love is the way to break this, the Ancestors casted the spell out of pure hatred, and with Love, we'll reverse it, actually, erase it."

Had the woman not insisted on speaking to her in private against all odds, she would have lost the chance to learn so much. When Klara Vischer realised that she had no more time, she used the vestiges of her magical power to transfer all that she had ever known into Evanora’s sea of consciousness. Under normal circumstances, a dying witch or wizard would transfer their knowledge to a vessel, be it living or dead, through a process called Magiaren herentzia, the inheritance of magic. In ancient magical families with pure bloodlines, this process was seen as a way of passing inheritances, and only the first or most powerful offspring of his or her generation ever received the inheritance from