Harry Potter Lemon Sherbets Novels & Stories

“That place is heavily guarded.” “I know,” she replied calmly. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. “Then how the hell am I supposed to get it?” I demanded. Leslie looked at Summer again and then back at me. “The herb itself is simple,” she continued. “It is small and easy to overlook. Most people will walk past it without even realizing what it is. It looks like an ordinary marsh weed with thin silver stems and dark leaves. But when you squeeze the leaves, clear liquid comes out. That liquid is the only thing that can neutralize the Morveth Draught.”

he spoke up, “Do you know anything about the vampire potion?” Suddenly, the bell rang, letting the students know that lunchtime was over. Becca snapped out of the enthrallment as her eye color changed back to gray and pushed Alexander’s hand away, noticing their closeness. “What are you talking about? Did you get drunk during lunch?” she snapped at him. “What the hell is the vampire potion?” She looked at Alexander as if he had grown two heads.

"I brought the essence of celebration, naturally. Also three various confetti cannons, glitter bombs, and a spare tiara for Lily in case she happens to forget that she's royalty these days." Lily rolled her head in a smile. "Did you plunder a party warehouse?" No," said Helena, putting down the confetti cannon. "I am the party warehouse." Brenna came next, carrying a picnic basket full of herbal teas and a big thermos of ginger lemonade. "Just in case," she told Lily, hugging her warmly. "How's the heartburn?" "Presently slumbering," replied Lily. "But Raspberry has been practicing karate on my ribs since breakfast."

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Gemma looked up in shock. “Magik. It’s called a Hibiaie - The pot will pour what the person wants to drink at that time. So, you wanted regular earl grey tea. When you poured it, as that was what you desired, it gave that to you. But, as I wanted a red berry herbal tea, I had to touch the pot so it could read my desire and pour accordingly” Lily chuckled “So can it be anything? Like hot chocolate, or just chocolate or a fizzy drink or wine? What if two people wanted the same thing but not the third or say, a hundred people wanted different things” Gemma asked, her excitement like a live wire around her

She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s Wonder, Bundle of Joy, Moon Beams, and Beetlejuice. I picked a purple bottle called Moon Beams Interested in what it would do, Venus picked a packet of green and yellow one called Gold Vines. Snow picked a yellow potion called Bubble Trouble, Crystal picked a red one called Burning Combustion. Venus was the first to pop the corpse out of the bottle, a glowing fog of chartreuse displaying a gush of wind swirled around Venus playing with her hair. The swirl finally went up to her face gently adjusting itself on her face, it glowed as it finished. Then motio

Shermaine’s eyes darkened. Why did he let go? If she had known, she would not have corrected him. After regretting it for a while, she said, “It’s okay. Drink some honey water to sober up. It’s easy to get sick from the cold wind.” She handed the honey water to him again. Odell was silent and took the honey water. “Thanks.” Shermaine quickly said, “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just doing my job.” He opened the lid of the cup. There was not only honey inside, but also lemon, making it taste sweet and sour.

“Isn’t that suspicious?“ I darted my gaze between my brother and his subordinates. “As werewolves, is it possible to heal from a poison without being given the antidote? And within minutes?” My gaze settled on Lauren. “Or Peherps, everything was planned out.” She vigorously shook her head, fear evidently engulfing her. “No. I didn’t—“ I cut her off. “Perhaps she intentionally poisoned the lemonade with this.” I raised the bottle and flashed it at everyone present in the room. “One of these bottles contains fool’s parsley. It induces unconsciousness within seconds of taking it. And the other is it’s antidote that nullifies its effect. And I found both bottles in her room.”

"The moon invited the silver wolves? That's perfect! I'll take you to your table." On the table, a mini-fountain of fruit drink is flowing and we pick our own glasses to scoop. Sherizzah mixed a piece of tablet in my drink and I haven't tasted it yet when the extreme spice of the water's scent itched my throat. "It's a special mint to make strong drinks. That might itch your throat and leave you hoarse later," she informed, and then whispered, "But just pretend that your throat hurts throughout the celebration." "What? Why—?"

Alexander laughed happily and turned to kiss her back in return, “Come sit down and have some breakfast.” Plenty of food was on the table, including oatmeal, crackers, omelet, sausage, and cut fruits. It looked very appetizing. She thought this was all, but he unexpectedly served her a glass of honey lemonade, “I checked online, and this seems to help with hangovers too. Drink it.” “I feel wonderful. I’m sober now!” “No, you must drink it. You can treat it as a drink to help digestion.” Alexander insisted. Lily obediently drank the lemonade as she could not refuse. Fortunately, it tasted excellent.