Harry Potter Gillyweed Novels & Stories

asked Queenie again. “Because the potion requires a material that is difficult to obtain. According to Fergodo, the material is a Red Orchid. From the cliff of the serpent ravine that is inside the cliff of the Red Orchid.” Queenie and Argo were staring. Of course, they knew the place and how Fergodo could be got the Red Orchid now. “The potion is now perfect, Dad,” said Queenie in a calm and cold tone. “You mean?” King Darian looked confused.

Not what she pictured coming from him. “Oh well, I use a great many parts of plants, some fungi. Extractions. Holy water and sometimes oil depending on what I have on hand. The main ingredient that seems to change the potion from slowing the sickness to stopping it is the juniper lily.” She told them and the first that spoke frowned. “Juniper lily, where do you get this from?” He asked. “From Brahi, I need more I’ve run out.” They looked at each other and spoke in another language that she didn’t know. She hoped she didn’t just get in trouble telling the truth here.

“Over there, Mr. Ayadi. I didn’t know what to do at first.” They trudged past boulders and fallen trees, remnants of last year’s typhoon. The low tide exposed algae-coated rocks, and even from this distance, Gildeon caught the stench of something rotten. “Master, Ghulik smells dark magic again,” the goblin muttered beside him. Gildeon adjusted his eyeglasses, silently agreeing. This stranger witch wasn't exactly hiding, but they also didn’t want to leave a trail that could be traced back to their exact whereabouts. Clever. But with this possible second victim, at least he could finally start from somewhere.

I loved reading books, when I schooled with the normals, I ate up all their stories. I grabbed a book from the shelf, turning it over to read it. “Ancient Spell Casting,” I read out loudly. Donae waved her hand, and the book left mine suddenly, returning to its spot on the shelves. “Sorry, I was curious,” I said, walking over to her bench. She rarely spoke, I realized. “What's a hilly billy?” I asked her. “ A hilly billy is a plant that cures blindness. It's gotten from Hell.”, she spoke calmly.

he said, raising his brows in doubt. “Trust me, she does more than sorcery," I assured him, stopping at her flowery front porch. “You can go in, Lord Wulfrick. I can see you came with a friend." Hila's voice echoed behind us. She had a basket full of roses, lilies and sunflowers then some weird shape ornaments with a purple glow. "I went flower hunting. There is this potion I am making for future purposes. Just trying out ingredients too. Would you like to join me in making it? I would love some hands too," she muttered as she opened the leading to another valley of flowers inside her cottage.

What would happen to the people outside the walls? It wasn’t until we began ascending the stairs of the Wizard’s Tower I could see out the occasional window what was happening. They were bringing people in through the main gates and hiding them the best they could. This was really happening, a war was actually happening and here I was, leaving. When we reach the top of the staircase, Gildre is still at his desk. Standing when he sees us he waves for the three of us to approach. His face soleum.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

I could use one myself to calm my nerves. “I’m sure that’s not true, my Lady.” She divided my hair and began to curl them with the wand. I could smell the cinnamon from the soap she had used in my hair as it heated against the metal. She pinned the curl against my head and moved on. Tillie returned with the wine and placed the goblet at my elbow. After a moment she placed the small black box of spell components next to it. I mixed the contents from several vials into the wine and stirred it.

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

I almost spit it out, It tasted way too bitter. “Ew what is this?”. I squeeze my face in disgust. Aunt Aurora chuckled and patted my shoulder. "I know it's not the most pleasant taste, but trust me, it's effective. That's a rare potion made from the extract of the Witch's Thorn plant. It'll mask your scent and energy signature, making it harder for the vampire to track you." I made a face, still trying to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth. "Well, I hope it works. I don't want to be stuck here when he comes looking for me."