Harry Potter Learns Black Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He didn’t tell me, and I could assume why: I would ground Emily in the castle for life. The reason for her expulsion? Ellemea was her tutor and also the head mistress of the Witches Academy. Her biggest policy in this life: never indulge in black magic. It irritated her more than Nick irritated me and she immediately expelled any one of her students who was caught indulging in that dark abyss. I don’t know who introduced black magic to Emily, because it certainly wasn’t Ambrose, I and Ellemea, but she learned it. Emily Bradford learned it and she was apparently good at it too.

She pointed at the lemongrass, “Start with this.” I kneeled next to the small plant, and she continued, “The spell should have a green hue to it, if it looked any different…” Before she could say anymore, I saw the clear telltale of my Black Magic seeping through my fingertips in what looked like black smoke. “I guess it shouldn’t really look like that.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than the whole plan shriveled and died. “At least we have another patch.” She retorted with an uneasy shrug.

Malick’s POV The smell of sulfur and burnt cinnamon clung to the vaulted classroom like a curse that wouldn’t lift. The air hung thick, weighed down by chalk dust, residual magic, and the faint tang of sweat from long hours of practice. Malick leaned over the blackened cauldron, watching the slick purple liquid churn lazily. Potioncraft had never held his attention—too precise, too reliant on patience. Today, though, it wasn’t the brew that had him distracted.

She stood near me and the shadow of the tree made us almost unseen by people from afar, from her parents. “I am glad you came. I can’t think straight too of what happened this afternoon.” Her voice was soft and friendly. It made me sighed and gave me the will to respond to her. Fear that crept in me suddenly vanished, what remained was my heart pounding fast. “Yeah. Me too. I just want to understand what happened.” I said, my voice slightly shaking. “I-I can use black magic.” Her voice cracking as she confessed.

I tried to steady him, but his body was thrashing wildly, making it difficult to get a hold of him. Just then, a group of people in black rushed into the dining hall, their wands at the ready. They quickly surrounded the student, muttering incantations and performing complex wand movements. After a few tense moments, the student's body went limp, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around, dazed and confused, before his gaze finally settled on me. "Thank you," he whispered weakly, before he was helped to his feet. "Do you knwo what happened to you?" I asked him worried.

“And when I came to, she was bleeding. I don’t remember how or why.” He exhaled sharply. “Then someone’s binding you, Griff. That’s what black magic does, it binds the will of its target to the caster. It’s controlled through corruption.” I shook my head. “That’s impossible. That kind of spell hasn’t been performed in decades.” He looked away. “Not legally, no.” The silence between us grew heavy. Outside, rain started tapping against the window, slow and deliberate, like a warning. “Who else knows?” I asked.

I want to reply 'you are not the boss of me', but I realize the tone is different, it's a female's. "Who are you to defy my Sebastian's orders?" Her possessiveness makes me want to jump out a window. She has the same vibes as Sabrina and I'm so curious to know if Sabrina has a hidden sister. Ohh, so his name was Sebastian. 'But how did she know this?' I want to ask, however I'm shocked by the things that follow the snap of her fingers. "Y..y..you u..use bla..black m..ma..magic." I'm shocked at her ability to change the scenes because black magic is prohibited and whoever is caught practicing it is sentenced to death.

" Now, the Whispers of Enthrallment, which are a potent spell of mental domination, my last stop before practicising. I bring out the ingredients - a black raven's feather, a vail of moonlit water and a lock of my hair. Hilarious to think, last year, by this time, I was a Professor, now here I am learning the dark act of mental domination. With the ingredients ready, I start to chant "Stiny hluboke a duchove stafi Podej mi moc, temnou a smelou, Skrze spetana slova a zvracene umeni Svash jejich mysl, ovladnu kazdou cast" I scream as the words around my tongue is changed back. "Eyes of night, gaze piercingly, Bend their will, now yield to me. With every breath, my command obey,

There was even an incident that a magician of level 20 lost his sanity after forcing his way of using his own mana without the resonance with a deity. In the end, he murdered the parents of a family. That family's 2 children becomes an orphan as a result. And that certain magician goes into hiding. Until now, no one knew what happened to him. But rumors bound to exist. Some said that that magician becomes a demon. And some say he died after he suffered mana exhaustion. No one really knew the truth of what happened to that person after he flees from the scene... However, what he did that time birthed a great desire from a certain person. After all... 'hatred is the best fertilizer to nourish

Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly. Alpha Black lifted Harry so that he was at eye level and stared at the young man in front of him. He wanted to see Harry's healing speed and was shocked at how slowly his wolf's power was working. This confirmed that the red wolf was dormant, and Black knew he had to act quickly if Harry's animal side was not to sink too deep inside him.