Harry Potter Learns Black Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I have tried numerous times to be able to do magic or cast a spell, but none of my attempts have brought forth results. With the king, I had to use an enchanted handmade doll given to me by the oracle to manipulate him. But I have never performed magic on my own and at this moment I realized how much I badly wanted my pound of flesh. The door soon opened as Black and my maids rushed in to help me. They all looked worried except for Black who had a blank expression over his face. As soon as they were able to help me sit on my bed. He asked them all to go out, leaving just the two of us, after which he shut the door.

“You do not have to worry. I have been diving into the arts myself.” Gwen hid her wariness well, replacing it with confusion. “You have been learning black magic? How? Your bodies are not the same.” “You see the strange thing about black magic? Everyone that has even a drop of magical powers can perform it, as long as you know the correct chants and process.” He pointed to her. “I used the basic one on you earlier.” This time, Gwen didn’t hide the fear on her face. “You used black magic, on me?”

I rubbed his feathers to make him even more meek and, as Willow says, we need to step on our blackbirds and let them know we are their master. We were back in our place with our blackbirds. As I said, these blackbirds are one of the ingredients to learn about magic and one of that is the bird language and Willow is our Professor to learn about bird language. Willow is a wizard. He has a lot of special ability, and there’s no doubt that he can guide as very well.

Viktor had to act fast while Theodria was still stunned from the impact of his initial assault. Viktor, the dark magician, cast a spell using as fuel the negative energy that he had absorbed along with his own inner mana, combining both energies to use black magic, to use Necromancy. "[Reanimate the dead]" Hot, sticky blood gushed out of Viktor's nose as the dark power gathering behind his eyes shot out with a second spell. The bitter taste of black bile filled her mouth and she doubled over at the waist in excruciating searing pains. But his suffering didn't matter because the spell had worked.

“Someone should teach you, Miss Hart. It’s a shame I can’t.” Electricity flares all over my body through his words alone. I gasp at how my body reacts to him. He didn’t even touch me. I didn’t know such a feeling was possible. Unless, of course, he is using a black-magic spell on me. My inner self chuckles at my thoughts. What’s up with me, thinking that a billionaire would use black magic to make my knees tremble if he can do it effortlessly? He pulls back, then turns around. “Don’t forget the address. Bring it to me at dinner.”

Huge body-shaking sobs racked her body, each coming in a wave, and, with every sob, she let out a low whimper. "What's wrong?", Ray who was just coming in asked, "What happened?", he asked again "Lucy did this to him", Zeke replied, He had a lingering sadness in his eyes "How?", Ray asked, moving towards James who was laying helplessly on the bed, "How did she do this?", he asked again touching James red body "Black magic", Zeke said, "She used black magic", He added, his eyes misted over "She propelled a dagron and the fire caused this", Sarah buttressed, her face clouded with a mixture of sadness and disappointment in herself as she couldn't save James

Someone had asked for a potion, a forbidden one — and only she had the power to make it. She needed herbs to create the mixture, a liquid potion. But then, the neighing of horses echoed through the woods. She froze, her gaze snapping toward the narrow road ahead. That’s when she saw it — a horse gone wild, its eyes rolling white, foam spilling from its lips like it carried a rabid curse. Mahogany’s breath caught, her eyes widening in horror. Black magic. The horse was cursed. She could see the dark mist swirling around the creature. “Hide,” the wind whispered. She stood quickly, clutching the hem of her gown — until she saw him.

He giggled loudly, balls of fire appearing around him. “You know,” He began, “When Lucas saw the prophecy about Harlequin, he thought it was me. I was meant to be the last one alive, but then your crazy friend came around and I saw her. I was part of the prophecy at first, but who would accept a harlequin who had a burnt body? During my predicament, I met Lucas who agreed to help me. Lucas taught me, a poor, naive harlequin, the greatest black magic of all. Learning magic completely, I took the form of someone whom the pack would graciously accept, Alec Blackwood. The plan was simple, earn Selene's trust, dethrone Xavier, become the leader of the pack, kill Logan with my magic and reunite th

They labeled me as a black-hearted girl, incapable of ruling and only destined to sow discord among the villagers. Their words shattered my spirit. The absence of parental love can be a cruel burden. What blossomed in my heart was a garden of resentment, pain, sorrow, and hatred. I decided to cook them a delightful meal, infused with my unique 'Die Immediately Spell Potion,' and invited them to dine with me. As they savored their lunch, I erupted into laughter, watching their confusion until I finally revealed, “The black-hearted girl says RIP to you.” Their eyes widened in horror, mouths agape as life slipped from them.

Pure instinct took over my body, but instead of shifting I lifted my hand and magicked him to a complete stop. I gripped my fist tightly allowing the rage and despair of my heart to overcome me. With a thrust of my fist, his eyes bulged and his face went red. Without another sound, the man dropped to his knees. Dead. I stared at my hand for a moment in complete and utter shock. I had never killed anyone using my abilities like that before. Until now, I only knew how to heal with my magic. My capability to turn into a wolf wasn't the only thing that had been unlocked. Now, both the wolf and the magical side of me were harmonizing in my body, making me more powerful than I had been before.