Harry Potter Manacled Novels & Stories

I joined Kade on the couch, and Tom moved to sit with us. Kade breathed. “I couldn’t find a witch to locate the invisible that escaped. I hoped to find a rogue witch, at the least, that I could talk into helping us, but I couldn’t find any. However, I found this. Got it from a rogue werewolf.” He held up a metal object, something like a handcuff, which I hadn’t noticed on the floor earlier. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a dark object used to restrain witches. Once cuffed around their wrists, their magic is neutralised until taken off.” He explained.

She said. I glanced over, and in a split second, my heart felt like it skipped a beat. The darkness cleared, revealing a man with handcuffs on his wrists and feet. For a while, I thought he was dead because he didn't move at all. He was shirtless, with visible scars on his chest and newer-looking wounds along his arms and shoulders. But then his eyelids opened slowly. They tied each wand to a tree, stretching out his body. The handcuffs were shiny, pure silver, and they made him whimper in agony.

Drave collapses like dead weight, unconscious but still alive. My entire body trembles with the volatile mix of rage and adrenaline, but I force myself to focus. I can’t afford to lose control now, not when so much is at stake. I extend my hand, casting a binding spell that wraps Drave in magical chains, pinning him to one of the throne room’s pillars. The chains glow with a silvery hue, pulsing with runes that flicker like living flames, making escape impossible.

Nobody needed to say a word; they already knew what each other needed. Tormund dug into his belt pouch and pulled out a mess of tiny metal lock picks, gleaming like dentist tools. “Just in case they went with the standard castle locks.” Thomas didn’t even look up from his notes, which, of course, were written in that freakishly neat handwriting of his. “Nope. Spotters say silver restraints, all covered in glowing runes. This isn’t just a jail cell, this is soul-binding stuff.” That landed heavy in the stale, cluttered armory air. If Kael was binding Marcus with magic, then, yeah, good luck breaking him out with a crowbar.

Finally I reached the Concornia University, I stood at the entrance gate and started walking when a man stopped me, I looked at him annoying. "You can't go inside unless you show me you ID card." The man said, I checked his clothes but didn't get who he was, his uniform said 'watchman' and then it clicked my mind. Instead of fighting I took out the ID card I had of that man I still hadn't met and showed him. "It's a boy, you are girl? He asked confusedly. "Did you undergo surgery or something?" "No." I denied. He sighed. "So why are you here?"

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

There was still a cloaked figure beside Andrew that he had missed. Henry had been outplayed by the mage. Taking a closer look, he noticed that the hood of that particular mage was distinct from the rest of the bunch. A spell was promptly cast on Henry's back. [Iron Hammer] “Ugh!” Henry screamed in pain. Fresh blood flowed from his lips, and he stumbled as a result of the blow. He adjusted his posture and regulated his ragged breathing by clenching his teeth. He couldn't stick to his strategy of solely wielding his sword with the entrance of this mysterious image.

Her glare will make you think that she'll point a knife at your throat. Eventually, the two men were forced to capture and bring some to the mansion. They placed it in a small bucket and they frowned upon remembering that they'd be doomed if the headmaster would know. Beside the pond, there was a sign which explained that they prohibited the swarming fishes from catching them. They didn't glance at it and completely neglected it. "Let's hurry back to the mansion, I'm hungry again," Kendall uttered and so they rushed back home.

With or without his permission. When he recalled that he was holding something, he looked down to find only a gold medallion, which he released as it feels like his palm was burning, like an acid burn! Harry ran his scorched hand over the hay bed like he was been charred. He now went through the richness of the hay altogether. He then peeks glances towards Anna and showed his eyes onto the coins. Also, he knew better than to hold it again, he still had no heart to try hilding again since it burnt his hands and the pain was scorching hot. Seconds later, he seemed weak. He felt week.

Setting that aside, he turns to the three prisoners, who were being presented in front of him. The strongest child seemed to have fallen for the witch’s enchantment, still looking a bit dazed while he was talking to himself. Imprisoned inside a magical crystal was the tricky magic-user, though he wasn’t able to move. His eyes showed rage. The only one who kept whining was the fastes of them was tied with a thin Draconian chain imbued with a spell. He recognized it because his uncle would use those things when they were playing tag when he was quite young.