Harry Potter Gobstones Novels & Stories

Thinking about Arraya’s words, I ask, “What about the stone? What happened to it?” Arraya doesn’t answer right away, “Gesi befriended the stone. She fed it power and helped it grow to hold more energy and magic. The moment Gesina’s soul left this world, the stone began to hibernate. In a fit of rage, the stone used its magic to dive into the ocean. The currents swept it away.” “It’s somewhere in the ocean?” I ask in an excited tone. “Nora should know where it is. Will she tell me?”

She rolled up her sleeves and walked to Grandma Rose’s pantry. “I read something about them and ancient spells in the book about the orbs, but I don’t remember exactly what.” I muttered, leaning against the table. “Golems are magical creatures that we can call forth in time of need.” She explained, rummaging through the shelves. “They are made of stone and clay, with specific ingredients to enhance the spell. We will make two puppet-like creatures, because we are two druids, we can’t make more of them. Afterwards, we’ll place them in a magical circle in the field.”

He then walked towards the boy. "Wait..." Robb stopped them for a moment and pointed at the torch Minos was holding. "We won't need that." He gripped the staff firmly with one hand and held the other up in front of his face, then recited an incantation. As soon as he finished, the gemstone on the staff glowed, and a tiny bead of light appeared hovering above his palms. Minos watched as the boy concentrated, and slowly made the bead grow into a ball as big as his fist.

My stomach sang at the sight. "Eat my dear, we have so much to discuss" Discuss? Whatever the heck are we suppose to discuss when you are going to be dead soon. Again he drank from his goblet. I wish it was poisoned. The goblin was transparent with rubies crafted in it, it contained a red content that had a slight purplish in color when moved. I can bet that isn't any ordinary wine. I shivers slightly before glancing down at the food in front of me sniffing out to know if it was poisoned or had any of that nasty stuff in it.

The three of us just returned home after I went and meet the dismantler to dismantle the goblin general. Goblins aren’t that uncommon, so apart from the magic stone inside their body, they wouldn’t provide much profit. However, the goblin general is an A-rank monster. Its skin is sturdy enough to be made into an armour, and its fangs and horns are resilient enough to be made into arrowheads or daggers. And it is informed that they would always bear a B-rank Mana stone inside their body. Carter nodded, although slowly. “I am.” He then paused.

"Dark magic? No, no. It couldn't be more far than dark magic. If I was to classify it by your terms, I would say it was white magic. As white as it can get. A white magic shield. The boy just weaponized the shield, just that. But I can't say more without examining Mr. Potter." Director Bones and the Aurors were quiet. Erik then resumed the memory. They saw it fade as Mr. Potter got knocked out, and then the memory got clear again. And they saw Albus Dumbledore entering the room with a preoccupied face. The 'old boy' glanced at the mirror and focused on the knocked out boy. He casted a diagnosis spell on him and seemed to relax. Then he casted another spell and bent down. Patting at Mr. Potte

I shake myself from my thoughts. “Enough of this, you’re meant to be keeping me distracted so I don’t stress about my family. So next up you need to grind up the rose quartz. There's a mortar and pestle there that you can use.” I poke his arm to get him moving. Harry smirks at me. “Don’t tempt me. I have plenty of ideas on ways to keep you distracted if this isn’t working.” He lowers his voice seductively and I glare at him. “You should be grinding.” He opens his mouth to answer and I interrupt.

“You both will probably want to sit. This is going to be a strong and very focused spell. It’s probably gonna get a little wild.” Tiago and Leo exchanged a worried glance but followed her suggestion. It didn’t ease the tension Leo was feeling. I could sense both him and his wolf growing restless. My own fear simmered just below the surface, but I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to calm myself. Sinthy pulled out a small leather pouch closed with a drawstring. She lifted it so I could see it clearly. “These are Casting Bones, kind of like Fortune Stones.” The blank expression on my face must have shown more than I thought. Sinthy sighed. “Fortune stones? For telling the future?”

So, he started revealing some information. At first, it was about a suspicious man coming inside the goblin's lair, and it happened months ago, which was before the vampire attacks. So, Ven and those people who were with him didn't know that happened and stayed within the capital. According to Ven, the man instructed them to sell the magic stones at a silver price, but there was an option. There's a cheap one that looks exactly the same. "What do you mean? Aren't they the same? " Aesthelia asked when she compared the two stones, the cheap and expensive ones.

“There's nothing here, Corpseboy.” “Well of course there's isn't! I wasted last weekend erecting barriers around your property that would give Asmodeus an aneurysm. All that damnable work. And you still wouldn't rub my feet.” He leaned against the counter. “I assumed it was just your garden variety home spirit. Hobgoblins, domovois- they're as common as drops of rain. Mortals are usually oblivious to them, but Damien's clover tincture gives you the Second Sight.” He poured himself a cup of rose hip tea that I'd set to simmer on the counter.