Harry Potter Magic Spells 소설 & 이야기

Holding the nameless book up, I continued, "Dad gave me a book of spells to go through so if you excuse me, I'm going to make a potion to, I don't know, bring back the dead." "Please don't," my mother warned, "You can practice doing something else. Maybe you can practice moving from one room to another. What is it that the mortals call it again," she snapped her fingers, her eyes glazing over in thought, "teleportation, I think that's it." "I can do that?"

She turned back to him and smiled, “Another useful spell. At this rate you will use up all your magic.” Oren nodded, “Worth it,” He said.

"We know, you don't have pure magick. So, you must have soft magick. I can teach you how to make potions and teas and charms." "Charms?" "By using the mix of right herb and right spell and right charm bags, you can make a charm. Charms can be used for protection, healing or for starting a circle of magick in case the person has white magick." "And what is pure magick? Is it like the kind Harry Potter has? Levitate? Move? Change?" "Yes, it is almost the same. A person with white magick is the one who has the power of alter, shift, change things."

"You need to practice defensive spells, Raven. That demon, his name is Beelzebub, and I'm almost certain he wants you dead because you're my mate." I laugh. "I suck at using magic other than my fire." "You're a witch, Raven." Lucy gives me a mysterious smile. I want to kiss his lips. "That means you're more powerful than you think. It might be hard getting into it, but once you stop thinking it's impossible to use spells, then the possibilities are endless." I sigh. "My grandmother isn't letting me join any defensive magic classes. She has made me join the potion-making ones." "So?" Lucy laughs. "Learn how to make explosive potions then."

Out of frustration, she was just about of cast a spell over the pot, so that it could bring out something helpful but her eyes caught a glimpse of a little carving over it. Prying closely, she inspected the carving intensely. It wasn’t very clear and was a very tiny one. But turning the pot closer, she was able to see the drawing of something. In order to find what it was, she casted a spell over it and the second instant, the little green pot in her hands changed to a large sized pot, while everything else over it also got magnified.

Because of that, he made a nonsensical excuse that justified his decision to cheat on Cecilia and approach Harriet, belittling her and making bad assumptions about her. "Magic spells can influence a person's actions, but cannot affect the mind of the victim. And once the spell is released, everything will be fine and back to the way it was. Potions from Alchemy can only interfere with one's mind and memory, without completely changing one's habits, but once the effect wears off, there won't be any side effects either."

The charm is often referred to as the Obliviate spell, which is a powerful and complex magical incantation that can alter a person's memory. The spell in the world of witchcraft and wizardry and is known for its powerful memory-altering effects. To perform the Obliviate spell, a witch or wizard must have a thorough understanding of human memory and how it works. The spell requires a significant amount of magical power and concentration, as well as precise control over the wand movements and incantation. The caster must be able to visualize the specific memory they wish to remove from the target's mind and then focus their magical energy on that memory.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

I closed my eyes, letting the words of the new spell settle into my mind. I concentrated on the magical feeling inside me, trying to feel it flow through my body. The words of the spell burned on my tongue as I spoke them aloud, each syllable laced with a power that seemed to rise from the depths of my soul. The air in the cottage grew heavier, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. My hands, pressed firmly against the grimoire, tingled as the hum of energy intensified, vibrating through every fiber of my being.

Dear Reader, If you thought stumbling across this story means you'll get a happy ending, and it'll be fun, and adventurous with nothing bad happening at all, think again! This is a tale of one brave human being known as the saviour of Magicia who stumbled upon a world with some similarities to earth. It's not without its pitfalls, however, that this planet is prophesied to be no more, and the saviour is at the forefront of this.