Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Takes Ancient Runes And Arithmancy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" Fabiana responds with a snort. gullible in accepting that our bit of harmony would last more than half a year. For hell's sake, we were lucky it even kept running that long. Why didn't I remember the spells in the book Lindsay gave me? Why didn't I make any effort to learn ancient Greek to understand them? For what reason would he say that he was such an idiot? Unexpectedly, as my inner reunion continues to repent, a natural chill begins to pass through my fingertips, continuously spreading through my arms in the organization of a faint and bright purple light.

Danica’s words were cut off when Garry hit both of them on their neck, knocking them out, he carried both of them out of the water. Garry’s eyes rolled back in their socket and he fainted, a figured flame emanated from Garry’s body, and it slowly turned into Rune. “Finally!” Rune said with a big smile, she had tried a very ancient spell, and even though she wasn’t sure it would work but she had to use it to save the Park, the Alpha, and most especially the man who she had come to always think about. She looked down at the body “Definitely not going to carry anyone of you.” She said and snapped her fingers, both she and those on the ground, disappeared.

I asked again, cutting him off, "Just answer the damn question. Do you want to be with her?" Arthur answered, "Badly." "Are you willing to give up everything for her?" "In a heartbeat." I scoffed, "That's a quick response but okay." "Okay what?" I tapped him gently in the shoulder and explained, "I... I've been studying about ancient runes and spells when I was together with Lyanna. I was finding a way to stay with her until the end when I came across the first contract ever made by demons- by Satan." "And what is it?"

Akira who was still trying to catch her breath raised her index finger, she caught her breath and replied, “that spell did not only reveal things about me.” The next bend they took brought them to the reading table where they met rune who was already seated with a large volume of books piled up before him in threes and fives. He was not happy with what he was seeing, “where's the books you went to get?” He asked. “Here…” Orion answered as he tossed the copy of Harry Potter he held to Rune. “theres no way that you're serious about this, a children's book?” He asked. “A children's book that is loved by adults….”

More than once Gertrude fell into sneezing fits from the dust, her glasses falling off her face, and the faint scent of mildew was giving me a headache, but we didn’t stop searching. Finally, Gertrude let out a triumphant sound and pulled a large, leather-bound book from the shelf. Its cover was embossed with what looked like runes or maybe some ancient alphabet, and the pages were yellowed with age. She flipped through it carefully, her eyes scanning the text. “Hm. This might have something useful in it,” she said, handing the book to me. “It’s about ancient spells and curses. I don’t know if it’ll have any information on the spell you’re specifically looking for, but it’s a start, right?”

A place that appeared forgotten. Just as they were about to have no hope at all, they found it. A massive, ancient oak tree, its branches reaching up like skeletal fingers into the air. The tree hung with strange, pulsing runes, and in the trunk of the tree, in the very center of it, there was a small, hardly noticeable opening. It was the origin of the pull. "What is this?" Crayons Arthur panted, his wolf instincts awakening with a raw terror. "This isn't natural, Sama Arthur. This is magic."

Lucan finished drawing the last rune and knelt across from her. “Are you ready?” he asked. She nodded. “Are you?” “I’ve been waiting for this for seven lifetimes,” he said. “Even if it kills me—I’ll die knowing we tried.” Seraphina took his hands. The moment their skin met, the rune on her wrist surged with gold. Light shot between them, crackling like threads of fire weaving through the floor. The Codex pages lifted, rustling in a breeze that wasn’t there. Lucan began to chant.

I said, my voice low but filled with certainty. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned back to me, an eyebrow arched. A high-level wizard. One who knew the secret runes hidden in the Chamber of Secrets in Tiryn. The answer was clearer than I could have imagined. “Augus,” I said, the name slipping from my lips like the finality of a curse.

Aurora’s P.O.V The next few weeks blurred into a haze of sleepless nights, endless spell drills, and textbooks so dense with ancient language that I swear they were written to drive us mad. My fingers were stained with ink and herbs, my hair constantly smelled like sage and burnt chamomile, and my head throbbed with the weight of enchantments and formulas I could barely keep straight. I don’t even remember finishing the last exam—just that when I finally stumbled out of the examination hall, my legs almost gave out underneath me.

I said, my heart aching as I saw how the runes were designed to hold back something dark rather than to help her escape. "She kept saying the shadow was hungry, and that it had been invited to dinner a long time ago," Maren replied, standing in the doorway and keeping a lookout for any wandering guards. I knelt by the corner of the wall where the runes were the thickest and began to tap on the floor stones, eventually finding one that sounded hollow and prying it up with the small dagger I had hidden in my boot. Tucked into a dry cavity beneath the floor was a single, yellowed page that had clearly been torn from my mother’s missing grimoire, and as I smoothed it out on my knee, the writing