Harry Potter Patronus Charms Novels & Stories

"There are candles, flowers, and papers. I'm going to make some charms." Siobhan passed the cinnabar to Liora. "I brought the cinnabar." "Great." Liora began making charms on the coffee table in silence after making preparations. She made the charms one by one, and Siobhan felt sleepy from watching her. Liora finished making the charms in the evening. She divided the papers into a few stacks of different charms and passed a few to Siobhan. "Shiv, I'm giving you three charms with the power to see spirits and six protection charms."

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

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.

He is trying to backstab his brother who loved him like his son. And Kiora? Fuck, she is here. That bitch used ‘Demonic Arrow’ and turned Cal against Zac. Demonic Arrow is one of the most dangerous spells which is used to hypnotize people and turn them into your puppets. The people lose their identity and become slaves of the masters, the person who had cast that malefic spell on them. They could do anything even murder as their sanity is at the helm of their master who then makes them dance to his tunes.

Debbie turns to the fortune teller she asks a bit emotional "so, what do you think, can you save my daughter? " The fortune-teller sits up straight "Your daughter possesses a lot of things, and as she grows older more weird things would begin to happen, I don't know if she's a witch or a demon or a supernatural being, what I know is, the only way to stop her from seeing things or having to do things is if she wears a special charm" "And how much will this special charm cost?" John asks rather blunt "Oh it would cost you nothing" Debbie begins to thank her "But there is a catch though "

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"

Later he heard Oskar's voice in his head. 'This is a Defensive Charm I made. It can withhold a full attack from a level seven paragon. And it also has a map of the Starry Sky Battle I drew after I entered the last time.'

The mage opened one of the wooden cases. "We create a counter-charm." Maren moved closer. "How?" He carefully removed a small glass vial filled with a clear liquid that shimmered with silver particles. He placed it on the table and began explaining the process, pointing toward the symbols etched around the bottle's neck. "The ward is connected to an anchor," he said. "The counter-charm must temporarily disrupt the anchor's connection, weaken the compulsion, and give the victim enough freedom to speak without triggering the punishment portion of the enchantment."

Hilda smiled a knowing smile I really didn’t like the look of. “I think you already know the answer to that.” my throat went dry as my stomach twisted, feeling the urge to bring the tiny sip of lemonade up, but I squashed it all down. “What type of spell is it? Is there a way to break it?” Hilda stood up walking closer to me, her steps small and precise as she stopped before me. “It’s a love charm of sorts. It gives the intended a craving for that person like a second half of their soul is missing unless together. A useful technique if you wish to bind someone to you. How can they leave if you are all they crave?”

She was staring at the tray of charms with her hand hovering over them. Hikaru looked at the charms as well. He was less sensitive to its effects so he could only guess, “Is it better?” “A lot better. A lot stronger.” The amazement was still in her eyes. “What was the charm you saw?” The head priest asked. Hikaru described the charm and where they had gotten it from. “Ah... That’s a year or two back. The effectiveness of charms wears off with time. My powers have also grown a bit since then.”