Harry Potter Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Going up to the second floor is the living area, with a small living room, a meeting room, a kitchen, a storeroom, a dining area, sanitary facilities, and a dormitory for apprentices. The water used in the Mage Tower is drawn directly from the Water Elemental Realm, and the supply will automatically stop when the reservoir is full. The kitchen uses a magic array for cooking, which can be understood as a modern gas stove, except that it can only be used by at least one mage apprentice. The storeroom also has a magic array, which can theoretically keep food looking the same even after ten years, as long as the energy source is constant, but cannot preserve living things.

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I growled low in my throat, glaring at the dark wizard where he was, looking as if he was having fun at Mia's expense. I wanted to check on my brothers but I couldn't even move my head to do so. I couldn't even turn my eyes. I was completely frozen in place as I knew they were as well. I hissed inwardly. If only I could break free from the magical bind, I would love to sink my claws into the skin of the dark wizard and tear her open, flinging her head off to the road for vultures to feed on.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

He couldn't stick to his strategy of solely wielding his sword with the entrance of this mysterious image. After all, he was a mage before becoming a swordsman! Andrew appeared to be at ease. The mage he was with was a genius in his own right. In 16 years, he had risen to the rank of B! [Iron-Binding] [Iron Chamber] [Magnetic Ground] Three spells were cast in quick succession, one after the other. "I will demonstrate the power of a true mage." The binding spell pursued Henry, causing him to advance in the direction the enemy desired, and as a result, Henry plummeted into the magnetic floor.

They were scribblings, points hastily jotted down, but Xavier could make out some parts like — 'organisation → humans — mage... human -pawn'. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows. Why was mage mentioned in here? At the moment, he could not make any sense of the documents. He folded them neatly before pocketing them. He slid the 'book' back to its place and went out of the room.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Sophie opened the wardrobe hastily. The Mage popped out his head as always but Sophie couldn't say anything. She just shook her head. "Guess that didn't work?" the Mage moaned sadly. "We have just jumped out of the frying pan into fire" Sophie finally sighed. "The potion failed to work? I am sure I did everything I have to do. It should work unless he has some countering spells he is using" the Mage whined regretfully. He looked away from Sophie. He was obviously feeling ashamed.

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin