Harry Potter Houses Zodiac นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

The most prominent tower belonged to House Zoryn—their frost magic evident in the perpetual rime that coated its upper reaches, where water merged with winter's breath to create structures of impossible, deadly beauty. Other towers displayed the power of their occupants through equally ostentatious magical signatures: the golden embers of House Holt, where fire was distilled to its purest form; the swirling mists of House Sereth, where air entwined with morning dew to create ever-shifting architectural wonders; the writhing shadows of the notorious House Nox, where darkness became solid enough to support their twisted, impossibly angled fortress.

At that moment, Zoe approached me and said, "I don't feel Rose anywhere. Is Lucy wrong?" "No, she looked very firm. Maybe the smell was hidden? There are a lot of buildings here, after all. Restaurants, shops, residential buildings... maybe that's why we don't feel it." While I was talking, my eyes fell on the nearby stores. “Since the middle ages, wizards have used spells to hide their residences to avoid being discovered and killed by other races. Bennet may have used the same method to hide his house between shops and restaurants. Even if Rose is really there, she is nowhere to be found from the outside," Zoe explained darkly.

A colossal dome arched overhead, painted with celestial sigils that shifted with every breath, depicting the four ancient Houses that ruled Aetherborn. At the center of the hall stood the Sanctum of Mirrors a vast, glowing circle of crystal platforms arranged like petals. Each one shimmered in a different hue, representing a Castle: Noctis, in black and red flame. Lupaxis, in molten gold and deep earth tones. Wyverndale, in blue and silver stormlight. Tenebrae, in lilac and dark velvet hues. The first years, still buzzing with nerves and awe, were gathered in the center ring. They stood on the pale, neutral crystal where no colors yet burned, unclaimed.

Grandpa said. “However, you need to be careful, Zoe ! Zelda was a very powerful witch too. She gifted a six hooded snake to Victor. So, your powers are almost matched except that he has lost three mates and hence, three wolves already,” he added. “Grandpa, was killing the mates of my mate wrong ?” I lowered my head grimacing the fact that I must have hurt my mate.

There, resting upon jagged pedestal of obsidian that drank light from the room, was the Aetherium Sorter. Crystalline construct of impossible complexity, pulsing translucent orb holding millennia-old magic within its depths. Not a machine. A judge. Designed to reach into marrow, strip lineage and lies, read raw frequency of soul. It would assign us to Great Four Houses: Ignis for conquerors, Aqua for strategists, Ventus for brilliant minds, Terra for unshakable loyalty. I watched the orb's internal light swirl like trapped nebula, silent sentinel waiting to decide which of us were wolves and which were sheep in borrowed pelts.

Mathias announced, initiating a spell that cleansed Damian's blood from the map. He then pricked his own index finger with the sharp edge of his pen, allowing his own blood to drop onto the map. Reciting the same incantation, Mathias watched as his blood on the map began to move, signifying the presence of a wizard. The blood migrated and settled within the circle, manifesting as two spots in the coffee shop area, but none at Clara's house. This indicated the presence of two witches at the coffee shop—Mathias and Fateema—and no witches or wizards at Clara's house.

The house of Dal from the south and the house of Sif from the northwest. Unlike the rest of the nobility, these two families realized early on that with the new power of magic things would change. And while the other young lords remained in their fancy classical schools, the Dal and Sif families sent their descendants, those who were blessed with a spark, to new wizarding academies. Although the spark did not discriminate, blood seemed to matter. If someone had the spark, it was common for their family members to have it as well. The stronger the spark in them, the greater the chance that their bloodline would produce an equally strong or even stronger sorcerer.