Harry Potter Horcruxes List Novels & Stories

Hans walked over to one of the bookshelves and motioned for them all to follow, and as they got up, Hans withdrew a dark blue book causing the bookshelf to swing open to reveal a hidden room. “Holy cow!” Thomas gasped as he stepped in behind Hans. In the room were vials upon vials of different coloured liquids, some glowing, some not. In a corner was a shelf with stacks of different shaped talismans too. The whole place felt like a treasure trove for witches and warlocks to Tom. He walked over to a mini cauldron in the middle of the room, it had white shimmery powder in it. They were hypnotizingly mesmerizing.

"You won't last a day in the Wood of a Thousand Deaths without an amulet or some sort of enchantment. But without my wand, I can't conjure it out of thin air anymore, so we have to find my grimoire first." "Your grimoire?" "Are you hard on hearing?" Vasilisa said with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, the grimoire is kept in the Hall of Sirins." "Please, don't tell me it's a great big book on a stand with funny handwriting in it and black leather cover," Cassandra said sarcastically, but Vasilisa seemed taken aback by her knowledge. "How do you know that?" she said. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer."

“Leave? Are you freaking kidding me? You could never simply just leave Rowena. You are like a hound that could never stop chasing after more power. You are incapable of leaving Rowena. Mother died ensuring these stones never get into your hands. So if you want your precious stone, sweet auntie, you'll have to get it right after I'm dead,” An evil smile appeared on her lips. “You didn't let me finish. Give me the stone and contrary to what you might think, I'll leave or risk dying here with no one to save your precious perfect world and everyone you love in it while this darkness and the world goes up in flames,” With a glint of pure evil, her hand reached inside her cloak and she fished out

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

The Frostfang blade still lay where I had found it, half-buried in moss near the old watchtower. But now a second object rested beside it, a stone disk etched with a sigil older than either of their clans. The moment my fingers brushed it, it hummed with a heat that traveled through my veins, settling behind his ribs like a pulse out of time. I didn’t know what it was. Only had a feeling that Kaela would. She met me in the shrine again, summoned by the tug of the bond and the scent of my magic on the wind. When she came through the clearing my eyes locked onto her immediately. I walked towards her with the disk in my hand. “What is this?” said asked.

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

I hadn’t had time to check it right after Hugo gave it to me, and after all the situation with Cristine, I’d sort of forgotten about it until now. I placed it on the bed and untied the white cloth carefully. What I’d thought a simple wooden crate was actually a fine small chest with a thousand petal lotus on the lid. I opened it and found three tiny dark bottles with some kind of oil inside, three thin bundles of herbs that smelled of sage, and a couple more things I didn’t recognize, three small delicate ceramic bowls and a sheet of recycled paper folded in three.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

“Not just alchemy?” “Black magic,” Iris said with disgust. I half-expected her to spit on the floor. “Her belongings include a number of human books on the subject, a cornucopia of profane mixtures, and the typical, if not stereotypical, paraphernalia one would expect of a devoted practitioner. “We found knives carved with pentangles, hex bags, and tallow candles made, I suspect, of human and wolf fat. I was able to identify small containers of skin, fur, claws, and blood that could be used in spells to enthrall others. It was unholy.”

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.