روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Uses Parselmagic

He looked at everyone and apologized for everything. Then he looked at Rose while closing his eyes. "I Love You." Rose turned to Caroline, her eyes turned blue. "Start your spells, I will save him." Caroline nodded at her. Harry came while running. But when he saw what Caroline was doing he stopped. Caroline managed some wood from the forest and bought it. The fire lightened all the sides. She soon stood in front of it and told Rose to put all her power and strength in and try to heal Arvan. But it had to be her cognitive power, not physical power.

The apple appeared so real, so tantalizing, that I could almost imagine its juicy sweetness with each passing second. Freda extended the apple towards me with a gentle smile. "Behold, Sandra, the power of transformation," she said, her voice filled with a quiet pride. "Magic has the ability to reshape reality, to defy the ordinary and reveal the extraordinary. This simple spell, with its incantation and focus, has brought forth a new form from the pencil's essence." I reached out, my fingers grazing the smooth skin of the apple. It felt real, solid, and alive. The enchantment that Freda had cast had given birth to something beyond the ordinary, igniting a spark of wonder within me.

"But I’m not an idiot." At the top of the bag was just what she needed right now. She pulled out the dark brick. It glittered with the sparks of her fire magic. She saved her magic in case the king found her as he promised. But Pearl used just enough to make this. She held the infused item close to her chest, just out of sight of the three wolves. Her breath wafted over the brick sweetly. That single breath transformed the solid object into a hot and juicy chicken leg. It was golden brown on the outside. It was cooked to perfection and smelled so good that even she was salivating.

he said while eagerly chewing on his own. “How can a plant transform you, I mean, shouldn't you be casting a spell or something,” I asked while staring at the leave in my hand disgustingly. “Eat it now, this is to make the spell more effective, to buy us more time,” he said. I started chewing on the leaves and god it tasted like vomit, one would think that it tasted a little bit nice from the way Harry was busy eating his own. “Now close your eyes,” he said after I had finished the last bit, while still wearing a disgusted look.

You can practically see his brain computing outputs. “After this episode that happened a couple of days ago, I took to the library to see what I could find about witches and how to defend my pups, mate and myself from another attack. During my findings, I came across this book and there is a section about potions and runes.” I said, opening the book and then pointing to the footnote, “This footnote suggests that phoenix blood will suppress a witch’s abilities, long enough to eliminate the threat. It doesn’t say how to use it or where to get it though. Which is why I reached out to Dr. Hadley, and from there, you know the rest.” I said. Dr. Higslee puts down his tea and stares off into space,

There was a light breeze on the floor, and the leaves of the walls that had been ruined were moved about. Then the magic pulsed. A subdued hammer blow, as of a heart. Harriet gasped. "I felt it!" That is to say that the ward is forming, I said. Now keep the bowl still, sweetheart. She did. Her arms shook, but she held on. A flimsy band of silver fell up out of the bowl and went round my fingers. I led it to the talisman and allowed the magic to subdue. The rock charisma grew hot and cool.

Let her carry it. I turned to Marcus. The paralysis spell was Vivian’s work — I could feel the dark magic signature in it now, the way I could feel all dark magic, as a texture my immunity had learned to identify. I pressed two fingers to his arm and let the Royal power move through the contact, not a surge but a precise application, targeted at the spell’s architecture the way I’d learned to target the curse in my own body. The paralysis dissolved. Marcus moved immediately — rolling his shoulders, checking his hands, then looking at me with an expression that had a lot of layers and no time for any of them.

She tried her best to not show fear, but instead, tried to gather as much information as she could to find out what he was planning. The scene shifted to Onyx, talking to a wizard who was stirring a large pot of potion. Her uncle suddenly looked around. Harlow stepped back, thinking that he knew she was there. But she didn’t notice it before but Onyx could only reach her in her dreams because of the help of witches. ’’Are you seeing anything?’’ He asked the wizard with gray hair. ’’Not yet, you stupid one, these things take time.’’ The wizard snapped. ’’I don’t have time, it’s either you can do the fucking spell to bring her back or not.’’

As Kat got close enough, she whispered maliciously, "If you keep avoiding me, they're going to be suspicious." Kat's jaw tightened. "What you're doing is suspicious." "Not at all." Edeline kissed Kat's forehead. "They're looking at us and thinking how sweet it is, for you to find your mother again. I knew it was genius, pretending like an echo. I saw it in that famous story about a boy with a scar, Harold Porter." "Harry Potter," Kat corrected. "Yes. That. A dead loved one coming back to guide the hero on an important quest? I think I pulled it off."

"Don’t worry. The Devil of Black Magic is infertile… he can never father a child." I immediately felt some relief after hearing her words, but something else still disturbed me… the confidence in his voice when he said that the soul that would form inside me belonged to him. "The spell I’m trying to make you master is a paralysis spell. It will help you greatly if anyone tries to get close to you… especially if they attempt to force you to conceive a child with someone." I raised an eyebrow sarcastically before letting out a short laugh. "As if I would ever agree to that."