Harry Potter Goblet Of Fire Illustrated の小説・ストーリー

Instantly, she recognized the fiery motif embellishing the book’s cover. Focusing intently on the pages, he commenced his spellcasting, his gaze locked on the book. Jennifer looked around and noticed the wind moving the tree leaves. However, the flames on the book’s cover remained unwavering, casting a brilliant radiance as if consuming the essence of the wood within. Suddenly, Hendrick tossed a small bottle in her direction, landing just at the base of her feet. Its arrival momentarily took her aback. The bottle, crafted from sturdy glass, remained unbroken despite its impact. Its transparent exterior revealed the shimmering water contained within.

The piece of Horcrux let out a high pitched shriek and was consumed by the hungry flames, while Erik released the white tendrils from his blue magic circle. The shriek made every person inside the office shiver, even the portraits were not spared of the feeling brought by it. Erik then took his hand back, now empty of the 'thing' and canceled the magic circle. With a little concentration, the living ball of hungry fire, that had grown a little after the 'feeding', started to diminish in size. It was getting smaller, and smaller, until it got so small that it snuffed itself out. Erik then closed his hand and relaxed. The portraits of the old headmasters and headmistresses cheered and clapped

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

The white walls illuminate under the sunlight falling through the glass windows beside two humongous beds that stand a few inches apart in the middle of the room. "Wow! This is something." Tessa says. We are used to luxury but I expected Hogwarts architecture when coming to this Academy. I walk towards the seating area on the left-hand side of the room, which has a huge modern fireplace and two big couches and a centre table in front of it. A red book lies on the centre table, the front cover embossed with a golden crest that bears a moon and a wand drawn on it. The Academy emblem. "Found the rulebook," I say.

It can dispel any spells and magic which would mean that I'll have to burn my hands to get the book. I tore the edge of my shirt and formed it into a circle before placing it in my mouth. I broke in cold sweat as I reach out for the book. As expected, the barrier made all my spells disappear and other phyical things such as using a stick didn't work. It simply burned to ashes. I had no choice but to reach out towards it. Without the barrier, I ended up showing my true goblin skin color- a lighter shade of green than a gorgon's and as I grabbed it, my hands started to burn like crazy.

Once we nailed entire bowl I started chanting spell that were mentioned in my grandmother book, half hour later when everything was done, violent shaking of bowl stopped and I took a breath of relief, in very next second there was fire, bowl where we trapped ghost turned into flames. I was confused, there was nothing mentioned about fire in book, that’s when I heard Draco whispered in my mind “Double protection I better” he said and I turned to see thin smoke around his mouth. ‘Stupid Dragon…’ I said and turned to see everyone safe, when “ humbart” Santil said and went to pick up his son form ground. “Father….” Humbart said in whispered, however before he could utter any further word we hear

As they were walking, Xander noticed the raise in her body temperature and a frown settled on his forehead, he craned his neck sideways to take a look at her and she looked alright, she even had a smile on her face so Xander shrugged off the feeling of concern. Xander led her to stand in front of a table, covered in white tablecloths, two golden goblets, a plain bowl and a knife were placed on top of it. The goblets feature four regal wolve's heads adorning the cup on a red background, the medieval motif detailing carried metallic shades and green gems embedded into the cups stem.

He was holding her back from running to Polaris, who was lifted into Mayavi’s hands. There was a huge goblet with strange carvings on it. The carvings looked like the letters of the book Zahir had in his hand all the time during our journey. Flames like that of lava were erupting from the goblet. Maybe that was the ritual or sacrifice. I assumed Mayavi was going to throw Polaris in the goblet. My nails expanded into claws, sharp, long and pointed. I lunged at Mayavi, taking away Polaris from her hands, slashing her face and slamming her on the ground with a kick in her guts.

A possibility that could lead me to my freedom. I stood up, dusted my clothes, and walked towards the shelves, flinching every time my head throbbed. My eyes squinted at the endless rows of glass bottles, all filled with liquid; potions of various colors and consistency. Whoever this wizard is, his collection of potions are very impressive. Some of the bottles were clearly labeled, love potion, flying potion, summoning potion, super strength potion while others had scribbles that were barely legible.

Scymodus rushed in, hiding at my back. The room had an unearthly glow. I ran my gaze through the room. There was a broom, placed on the wall. A wooden desk stood against the wall, adorned with strange symbols and marks which I assumed to be spells. On the desk sat a crystal ball, scrolls and some bottled substances. At a corner near the table, a big cauldron hung over an otherworldly fire that didn't seem to reach the ground. Faint wisp of smoke rose out of the cauldron, which released a sweet smell that flowed into my nose.