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His hands, weathered and marked by the passage of time, hovered above her, radiating a gentle aura of energy. The wizard closed his eyes, delving into the depths of his knowledge, tapping into the wellspring of his magical prowess. He reached out with his mind, seeking the threads of Lucy's essence, searching for the source of the darkness that had ensnared her. His focus was unyielding, his concentration unbreakable, as he delved deeper into the mysteries of her being.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

But Fang Deshi was sure that the magic medicine on He Junchang's feet was definitely made by a master. As long as he reported it to the superior, the superior would definitely agree. Such a talent and such an extraordinary person couldn't be buried.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

I tried to teleport but to no avail. "Don't waste your energy and try to escape with your magic. Don't you know that the dorms of high-ranking students like me and the other royalties has magic nullification spell so we can't use any sort of magic inside of our dorms? Though you don't have one in your dorm yet because you're a transferee that's why you don't have any idea about it. The higher your ranking is the stronger the spell is. It's to prevent us from creating havoc inside the dormitory building." He explained with a smug face. I was suddenly terrified when I realized what he wanted to do to me. "Ash, don't tell me you're going to do what I'm thinking right now," I said with disbelief

Master Tsertinand stops his task and turns to me slowly, his face a hard expression. "What?" "You heard me correctly," the Headmistress states, "she is a magic-less being who managed to conjure a magical shield." "Impossible." Master Tsertinand abandons his craft and rushes toward me. "Do it again." "Um, I don't know how?" I reply. "Do whatever you did at that moment!" I raised my arms over my head and crossed them. The shield erupts around me, glowing a light magenta. Both the Headmistress and Master Tsertinand gaped.

and I turned, locked eyes with her, and let a strand of my magic spiral through the air—just enough to make her champagne turn into steaming goat’s milk. She turned purple. Mr. Yellow cackled in my purse. But here’s where things got weird… and powerful. Because I had started noticing it too. My magic was accelerating. Not gradually. Not in the charming, fairy-tale “she’s blooming” kind of way. No. I was leveling up like a warrior in an MMORPG cheat code mode. Just yesterday morning, in the castle’s private war room turned training chamber, Edric and I had our morning spar-and-magic bonding session. A thing now, apparently. I was only trying to conjure a small flame to roast a training dummy

"Her name is Yolanda." "Maria, do you mean..." "Yes, the last student of your mentor, the one many hailed as a prodigy, Yolanda." "Yolanda?" I wondered. "That's right," Ethan continued. "Yolanda was incredibly talented even at a young age, and her potential was highly regarded. And…… she's also my niece." "Wait." I recalled something. "Harry mentioned that he could live among people as an ordinary person because there was a magician casted a spell on him. He said that magician might be one of your relatives, either a cousin or a niece."