Harry Potter Patronus Meaning Novels & Stories

[*Polyjuice is a potion that appears in Harry Potter Movie, allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else] Dylan flinched. “How do you know the name?” "What?" “That prince called this potion as Polyjuice. But how...?” "Really? Well, I thought I heard him mumbling... about this before. I... don't know." I argued. I can't tell Dylan that the author of this damn novel is plagiarizing the name of a famous potion from a movie, can I? "Don't you need the hair of the person you want to imitate?" “How do you know that too?”

I shake my head. "A glamour spell." He rips the plastic on one of the ponchos and hands it to me. "A glamour spell?" "It's a kind of illusion." He pulls the plastic off his poncho, then starts to put it on. "It's used to conceal something. Like a hiding spell. It’s the only explanation.” He shoves his arms through the holes in the poncho. “The Silver Hunters probably put it around the school to throw people off.” My jaw is hanging. Even after everything that I’ve seen this week, it’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that there are things like magic in the world.

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

The girl turned to face Giselle who gulped at the sight of her. "Hello, Giselle. Are you going somewhere?" The girl smiled and took steps closer to Gisele. "Deandra!" Giselle could feel the power of the patron as it held her rooted to the spot. "Who is she?" Lorraine butted in, asking Giselle for the identity of this strange girl. Her body could sense the intense power that radiated from this young girl, telling her that this was a powerful creature in front of them. And if Lorraine could fathom a guess, this would be a Patron.

“They will never even realize they turned by the time they’re away from the island.” “Huh, that’s cool.” I look at the castle off in the distance. As it gets closer, I realize just how big it is. Of course it’s big. It’s a castle. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” I mumble to myself. “Hog what?” Puma asks. “Hogwarts,” I repeat. “What?” “You know,” I say. “The school from Harry Potter.” “Who’s Harry Potter?” I narrow my eyes as I look at him.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

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.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

He waves my excuse away and says, “Not a problem, love. I’m used to muggles being surprised by my gorgeous face.” At first, I think he’s serious, but then I realize his reference to a popular children’s book and laugh out loud. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.” I joke back. Once everyone is properly comfortable, we get to the more serious matter of why we’re here. Creighton gestures to the large leather book he was reading and points to a section. “Okay, so this is what I’ve gleaned from the murder and your visions. There is a very powerful spell called the Potestatem Vitae Mortem. Loosely translated, it means power over life and death. However, this is not just to gain power over life and death b