Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Neglected Prodigy Fanfiction Wbwl

Franklin and Joan were not there. Maybe no one in the room would believe me, except André. When presented with this irrefutable proof, Paul shifted his gaze from the wooden box towards me with contempt. He tells the wizard that they had brought here. "You! Come here and use the flashback spell on this magic wand." The wizard cast the flashback spell on the magic wand. He confirmed that the last spell of the wand was the blood sucking spell. Without any hesitation, Paul ordered loudly: "The evidence is clear, but you always lie between your teeth. Stop this hybrid. I will take you back to the Dark Swamp Pack and punish you."

Right before my marking ceremony, I discovered my mate, Fabian, was working with a witch to steal my wolf soul and give it to his first love, Omega Clara Swain. "A potion to expel a pup?" In the back-alley apothecary, the shop's owner looked up, his cloudy eyes fixed on me. "Are you sure about this, little one?" "I'm sure." He set down a test tube. "Once you take this, your child will be gone."

With that, Wilbur prepared to leave. However, Eugenie suddenly stopped him. "Uncle Wilbur, wait. You haven't told me who Rory is. Besides, I'm genuinely curious about your hypnotic skills." Wilbur looked at her and said, "Haven't you been researching Necro Poison recently? Are you done?"

Wells led us to the room where experimental animals were placed. This time, the chosen experimental animals were two rabbits. After drinking our potions, the rabbits showed some improvement in their injuries, matching the effects of the basic blue potion. This confirmed our previous speculation: Haydn didn't have my special talent, and I had to wear the magic necklace to create extraordinary potions. Dr. Wells regretted that Bella's talent couldn't be replicated. However, from today onwards, he planned to closely monitor Bella's study of medical knowledge, ensuring she became a qualified pharmacist and not wasting her talent.

All must be complete, otherwise they may not attend the lesson. “Winky! Where's your wand?” asked Master Arden the teacher. “Here, Master!” Winky took out a wooden magic wand with the WY emblem engraved from inside his robe and held it up. “Good. Come in.” Winky smiled cheerfully and entered his classroom. He was very young, fifteen years old, on par with his classmates. However, he is a rather special student because he is the only descendant of the pixies. His mother is a fairy, while his father is an ordinary human, just like any other witch in general. So, it was only natural that Winky would easily memorize magic spells.

She squatted down and stroked Harry's face and said, "Harry, if I told you we'd never see Uncle Levi again, would you blame me?" Hearing that, Harry was very sad. He lowered his head slightly, but after a moment he raised his head and said to Grainne: "If I don't see Uncle Levi again, Harry will be very sad, but I won't blame her, because Harry is sure she is right. do.” Seeing that Harry understood this, Grainne's heart grew more and more self-defeating, she said softly: "Yes, because Uncle Levi has a crush on another girl, and that girl doesn't want his mother and Harry to see Uncle Levi again, so that's why We mustn't go see him later, or she won't be happy, do you understand, Harry?" Har

Alexander was a boy perhaps too stubborn and too proud, but he was not so stupid as to contradict a professor endlessly. “We'll see when we try them. Let's see which is perfect”. The boy took his wand, put it back in the sheath, and hid it in the wide sleeve of his school clothes, then went back to his work table to continue making his wand ... that rubbish. Smart took Elizabeth's wand again, placed another huge magnifying glass next to the ones attached to his eyes, and then exclaimed again: “It's perfect ... as if made by forest elves.” And he moved away.

He blew a white substance into the air and I almost jumped out of my skin when the elderly woman we watched leave earlier stood so close to us staring at kyle most scarily. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed as I quickly pulled kyle behind me and placed myself in a defense mode. “What do you want,” Harry asked the old woman while pointing a magical substance towards her. “She is mine,” the old woman said, her voice echoing over and over again “Sorry, she is mine now,” Harry said to her and before she could say another word, Harry broke something that look like an egg, and there was smoke everywhere. “Run, “ he said and I dragged kyle's hand as we started running deep into the woods.

“But I’m all she’s got.” The vision ended. The book in my hands glowed, waiting. And I sat there—confused, overwhelmed, and more emotionally unstable than a werewolf during PMS. "...She left me homework?" “Technically, a legacy,” Mr. Yellow called from above. “But yeah. Homework.” The ant council peered down from a ceiling crack. “We voted. You’re officially the witch’s heir. Condolences.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “I don’t even like magic. I failed basic enchantment theory! I still can’t shift! I eat canned beans and I talk to celery!”

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.