Harry Potter Heritage And Ability Test Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I squeaked. Meredith looked at me directly in the eye with a small smile. “Yes, training. If you choose to stay. It is obvious that you have no idea about your heritage or what they do. But the reactions from you tell me that you are well suited to learn and that you will like learning it. What I saw in this greenhouse showed me your maturity in feeling magic, which is a complete surprise for a half-breed who has never experienced magic before.” I shook my head at her, still completely confused by what she was saying.

"Ouch, my feet..." Hermione, however, let out a grunt of pain. Although she was also in the second realm to Imminent Immortal, her physical body's ability was far less than Alex's. This time, it injured her right foot, and it hurt when she moved. Alex took a casual look at her right foot and understood the extent of her injury. There was a calf fracture on her right leg. Alex exhaled helplessness and hurriedly bent her over to pick her up. “Aren't you a nine tails descendant? You are from the prehistoric demons, why is your body's ability so weak?"

"Erza, you can't go through with this. You can't take the test." The desperation in my father's voice made me turn around to look at him. "Why not? Because I don't have Talent?" I felt anger boil up in me all over again. Why didn't anyone believe in me? "I know more about the theory of Necromancy than most necromancers my age because I've studied and studied hoping that something would help trigger my Talent. I may not have the Talent, but I have everything else I need to pass the test. I've got to have a shot, at least." I didn't add the part where all I could think about was saving Avery from marrying into the Ackland family. "It takes more than just knowing the theory, Ezra! The test is d

Silas points out. He makes an excellent point. This would take magic of some sort. I know that she doesn't know any witches and has no magic. I know some dragons have the ability to conceal their scent, but as far as I know, she has no abilities. Killian has that ability, but for some reason, she didn’t get that ability. “Look into her birth more. I would like to know why she didn’t inherit any of her parents' abilities.” I say.

"We are the heirs of The Covenant's legacy. And we are going to finish what they started. The first step is eliminating the obstacles to rebuilding. That means you, Mary Hart." The video zoomed in on her face, her expression turning cold and determined. "I challenge you to a duel. One week from today. Just you and me. If you win, I will disband The Inheritors and turn myself in. If I win, I take your healing abilities and use them to rebuild The Covenant's power." "She cannot take your abilities," Serena said immediately, though she sounded uncertain. "That is not possible." "It is possible if she has access to certain dark magic rituals," my mother said quietly, her face pale. "The Covenant

They may be useful yet. "Before I killed the General, he made a comment about how I naïve I was to not know what Drakos wanted me for. Of course it doesn't make sense, but I can't help but think it has to do with my special abilities. I can heal fast, my speed is supernatural compared to others, my hearing is exceptional. It only makes sense that I am not just some mere human. But maybe I am something...more." I raised my hand to my chin. Was I too by chance of some magical heritage? But my parents never displayed any kind of ability before, and my own didn't really kick in until around my thirteenth birthday. That was also about the time that Drakos had really started to favor me as well. G

“My parents have never mentioned that anything like this. If I was adopted into the pack, somebody would have said something. Maybe someone in my family tree was a -“ “You’re a pure blood,” Aliya returns her attention to the herbs she’s grinding. “The ability you have can only be present in pure bloods or those with one generation of dilution. But seeing how strong your abilities are, you are a direct descendent of that clan.” My heart pounds at this revelation as I’m torn between believing Aliya or what I have always believed to be the truth about my life. But everything I've experienced so far is simply giving weight to the witch’s words.

"I. I knew, but I never thought much about it." Henry's eyes were ablaze with intensity. "Well, now's the time to learn. Your heritage could be the key to unlocking your true potential. Henry's words just hung there, beating in my chest with excitement and trepidation. I had always known I was different, that something inside of me was. different. But never in a million years would I have thought that it was because of some kind of heritage. Henry leaned forward, his eyes ablaze with an inner fire. "Your ancestors were powerful witches, Emma. They used dark magic with precision and skill. And I think you have the potential to do the same."

I burst out getting angry, feeling my wolf getting on the edge, too. “I’m sorry, we don’t know for sure. But what we do know is that it has to do with your heritage. Whoever they are, they are after your power. And they are extremely powerful themselves. Strong enough, for even us four powerful witches plus the rest of our family, not being able to break through their spell until your death. It’s the only thing they didn’t seem to take into consideration.” Her eyes linger on me, trying to take in my reaction, but I can only stare blankly back at her. “Why is everyone talking about my power? Or my heritage? I don’t know anything about it. If I was so special and powerful, then why wasn’t I an

” I asked, confused. ”Aside from low iron level, a slight underweight, which she is slowly catching up on, I’m sorry, but no. Maybe it’s not a medical case, but as you said, magical?” She suggested, ”Maybe she’s not a witch, but she might have acquired abilities from her ancestors. Certain features may appear in subsequent generations. Perhaps her great-grandparents had magical powers.” She concluded, and I gave that a thought.