Harry Potter Huge Magical Core Fanfiction Wbwl Romane & Geschichten

Or horror. He approached and gestured for me to sit. I did, sinking into the offered chair like my bones had gone liquid. Up close, I could see the faint tremor in his hands as he began running his fingers through the air above my skin, reading the residual mana the way a musician reads sheet music. His frown deepened with each pass. "The magical core is severely damaged," he murmured. "Fractured. Like something inside her shattered and nobody bothered to put the pieces back together."

Beneath my white shirt, the dangerous golden threads of my royal veins were pulsing with a bright, liquid fire. Suddenly, a sharp, white-hot heat flared violently deep inside my chest. My hidden royal magic woke up with a brutal force, reacting to the old professor's close proximity. The internal fire rushed up my throat, thick and suffocating. A heavy pool of hot copper blood flooded my tongue. My vision turned blurry, and my knees became incredibly weak.

“Strange.” “What do you mean?” “She has a magic core inside her body. It’s weakened now. It will shatter in a few days.” “I put it in her as she requested.” “You know the risks, don’t you? Aside from death, there was a high chance that her soul could get corrupted. That would be worse than death itself. But it seems her soul is protected by some kind of barrier.”

“That’s enough time to burn this place to the ground.” The doors hissed open, revealing a chamber that defied logic. In the centre of the room was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid silver, suspended in a magnetic field that pulsed with a rhythmic, violet light. This was the Core which is also the source of the High King’s absolute control over the Northern magic. And strapped into chairs surrounding the sphere were Leo and Liam. They were covered in wires that glowed with a sickly violet hue, their small faces pale and drawn. Their eyes were open, but they were vacant, staring into the swirling silver depths of the Core as if they were seeing another world.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.