Harry Potter Learns Old Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I start flicking through my grimoire again when I see him reaching towards some of my ingredients. “Hands in your pockets Harrison.” I order without looking up. I resist a smug smile when he shoves his hands in his pockets. Good. I don’t think he could do any harm with what was on that shelf, but I don’t especially want to have to replace any of my supplies. Some of that stuff is expensive. After a few minutes of flicking through pages I find what I’m looking for. Stealth spells. I focussed on them for a while as a teenager when I wanted to sneak out without getting caught. I guess it’s nice that it’s finally paying off. The spell she described isn’t EXACTLY like the one I learned, but it wo

"She's trapped you the same way she traps everyone. In dreams of what they want most. But Maeve, listen to me – the longer you stay, the weaker you become. Eventually, you'll forget this is a dream at all. You'll be lost forever, just like she is." "I don't want to leave them," I whispered softly, the tears still flowing. "I know. But you have to. You came here for a reason. You need to make it to the Academy. There you can find the answers about what really happened to them." My parents were still bustling around the kitchen, completely oblivious to the white wolf sitting three feet away from them. "How?" I asked. "How do I leave?" Lyra's expression became sad as she said, "The Mad Mage tol

Magic ignited in his palm, and I felt a calming warmth as my palm absorbed the beautiful light. "It's natural to feel uneasy when you discover new powers," James instructed me in the basics of magic. The first step was learning to control my strength, which was challenging. James advised me to practice more to improve my abilities while Darcus observed in the background. Unexpectedly, a surge of magic overwhelmed James, injuring him, but he quickly recovered. I felt terrible, but James assured me that setbacks were a part of the learning process.

“It will help you to use what magic is suitable for you. Magic spell are difficult to remember and this is usually the fastest way to teach children of magics that they need to know in many occasions. I added some of offensive magics and also a healing magic. But beware that our healing magic won’t heal a wound permanently.” Rose nodded her head, expressing her gratefulness with her face, “Thank you. Thank you, Master.” “It’s what I should do, especially to you who had never deserved this,” the master explained to her, his eyebrows downcast as he felt terrible in her sake. “She feels like a child,” Eston whispered as he stood right beside Mona. “Yet I could feel a tremendous amount of magic

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

My heart was beating in anticipation and my mind was completely focused on his every twitch and move. The way the speed spell worked was like this: whenever someone uses abnormal speed to do something directed towards me specifically, the spell kicks into motion. The person attacking me starts moving very very slowly, allowing me to anticipate his move, block it, and counteract it all in record time. While he moves very slowly, I move extra fast. And bang! Undefeatable, just like that! I love magic! And I totally love that I can quote Harry Potter now! To say Ian wasn’t really holding back for me before, would be a total fucking lie.

I made Kieran invisible, not to me or my father but to any stranger who might enter this dungeon, including my Uncle. “You have really advanced". My father said with a proud smile. “Thank the old lady who gave this book to me. There are so many spells here. If I could master all the spells in this book, I would be unstoppable, but the old lady warned me not to practice any spell in this book if there is no need for it". “Whenever I open this book, it always shows me the next spell to practice, like the concealer spell, the book told me to practice it because it will be needed soon”.

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

My dreams have always been about the pain of my years of training. I spent an entire year in the Liddicoat’s family house. It is where their family library stands, underneath that big, old house. And there, I scour ancient tomes and scrolls, learning more spells that might come in handy when my quest for revenge starts.

What have I got myself into? When the door starts shaking, I jump so hard I almost fall out of my chair. "Iris, you have a letter." It’s Mage. I walk to the door and take the paper from her hand trying to thank her nicely. I use small talk to cover the fact that I almost had a heart attack when shook the handle of my door. When she walked away, I shut the door, leaning against it for a moment after locking it. I looked down at the note and it wasn’t in an envelope with a stamp. I unfolded the white paper and read what was inside slowly.