Harry Potter Goblet Of Fire Illustrated Novels & Stories

The ground beneath our feet vibrated softly, making me move closer to Harry. Then, as I watched with bated breaths, a ball of fire emanated from the light coming from the runes and went off over our heads. We watched it glow, the blue light dancing like flames. The flames crackled before they expanded into a mesmerising portal. "Wow!" I exclaimed while Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I expected more than a wow." Harry grinned.

Gideon Fireball hovering in my hand, heat licked up my forearm in a living coil, hungry and impatient. The magic responded too easily to my temper and swelled brighter as I took aim and heaved it down the field toward the straw training dummy. The orb screamed through the air and detonated on impact, flames devouring straw and wood in an instant. The sharp crack of combustion echoed across the field, followed by the thick, bitter scent of smoke. It suited my mood perfectly.

He paused briefly, then gestured toward the parchment in Raven’s hand with great reverence, “This is the only thing we retrieved, an ancient book made from animal hide, preserved through extraordinary means. We didn’t dare open it carelessly and brought it straight to you.” Raven lowered his gaze, fingers tracing the coarse surface of the book, his eyes flickering with both suspicion and curiosity. To his surprise, the handwriting on the aged pages remained sharp and clear, the ink as dark as though it had been freshly penned. Not a trace of fading or decay, surely preserved through some unique method. “Magic Array.” That was the book's title. Inside, each page revealed intricate drawings, t

There were cursed patterns painting itself on its middle, illuminating in the color of the fiery assault; however, the liquid inside seemed unperturbed by the chaos. It was still, its existence barely visible. “Wow!” She put her hands on her lips, her irises reflecting the perfect-looking web the connecting flames had crafted. It resembled the becoming of the potion when knitted between her fingers, only more luminous. Unshaped flames fired from every other side of it as if to burn anything that came closer to their circle.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.