Harry Potter Potion List Novels & Stories

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

“Come on. You’re going to like this.” "Potions?" I asked, eyes wide. He nodded. “Today’s theme is brewing confidence tonics. Irony, huh?” I looked at the ingredients: honey, lemon balm, rose petals, a twist of dried thyme. “I’ve never made anything magical before.” Neil smiled. “Sure you have. You just didn’t know it. Magic’s in your blood. It doesn’t have to be flashy.” We sat side-by-side as the instructor passed out enchanted measuring spoons that sparkled when dipped. Neil walked me through each step, his hands steady, his voice soothing. I fumbled once and spilled dried marigold petals across the table.

Instead, she took it in her hands, held Gray Wolf’s hand, and led him back into the cave. She placed the flower into a small clay pot, poured in fresh spring water, and set it over the fire. As the water began to boil, the crimson hue from the petals slowly spread, turning the liquid into a stunning, translucent red. Then, Cara started adding other ingredients: pieces of root, a few processed nuts, a pinch of ground mineral powder, two dried frog legs, and even a pouch of king cobra venom.

I found everything I needed. Working in that room felt like stepping into the eye of a storm. My hands moved swiftly but carefully. I measured the feverroot, crushed the bellthorn with the flat edge of a spoon, and added a few drops of sacred birch sap into the base of the mix. The potion hissed once when stirred, releasing a bitter scent that curled up into my nose. Still, I kept going. Crushing. Mixing. Whispering the incantation Vara taught me. The weight in my chest deepened with every minute. Whatever was coming, it wasn’t far. Time was sliding through my fingers like grains of sand. And I had no idea how much was left before it ran out.

She kisses each of her handfasted males goodbye, then teleports us to her home—straight into her spell room. The cauldron already boils, and from the scent alone, I know what’s in it: rue, obsidian dust, crushed sulfur crystals, and garlic skins. Two other potions sit waiting on the table. These are powerful workings. For what purpose, I can only imagine. “Jamal, I need a few drops of your blood for this potion,” Hecate says calmly. “What this will do is make you my protector. If Lucifer—or any of his minions—can find us and get through all the wards, then you and Bella will be the last line of defense to protect this child.”

A light bulb went off in my head; Mama Owen's potion! Hands trembling, I conjured the ingredients needed for the potion; betel nut, mugwort, black pepper and a black candle. Feeling a break in the barrier, I cted quickly. I focused on transforming the herbs from their solid matter to liquid and lit the black candle. Once its wax dropped on the floating liquid, it turned Egyptian blue. Sweat beaded my forehead as I concentrated. The barrier came crashing and the demon advanced. With my mind, I flung the liquid at it. The demon screeched when the liquid made contact with it, weakening it.

Isiah took a sip of hot coffee, “Are you sure you cast the right healing spells? He seems more angry than I remember.” “Do you think I could have some of that coffee?” Oren asked. “Sure, Isiah?” Isiah reached into his saddlebag and produced a tin cup. He took the pot off the fire and poured some. He handed it to Cain who in turn helped Knox take a sip. “I think I did okay, Knox. I tried not to use too much of the magic you had stored.” Oren felt for the standing bear Spell Node and found it in his pocket. He checked the magic with a short small spell and the magic was mostly there save for the amount he used the night before to save his life.

The shelves jumped out of the way as he approached. The long table was littered with all sorts of things–potion ingredients (owl feathers, hairs from cat tail, nail of a cougar, bat wings, rattlesnake fangs, and a myriad other things he couldn’t identify), funny looking powder, a pewter cauldron on a gas stove with a ladle beside it, an athame, a wand, a mortar and pestle with what looked like shriveled frogs inside it, a pair of gleaming golden weighing scales, a small broom, a box full of glass bottles, an assortments of herbs, other odds and ends, and a stuffed cat. Or at least, Aaron thought it was a stuffed cat until it jumped down the table, startling Aaron. Keyah let out a yelp.

I let the energy flow through me until I can almost feel the connection between the potion and my inner magic, “By night, by day, keep all fears and harm away. May those who wish the child harm, perish in the afterworld. Protect the child that grows within from those who wish to harm.” Pleased with the spell and wearing a little smile of satisfaction I find a couple of glass containers and split the mixture, finding I have enough for four doses. I hadn’t realized I had made so much. After bottling it I begin to look around for other things. I find Saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal. And get to work immediately. “I was told I would find you down here” I look up to see Leneve hovering in the door

"Professor Snape, please identify the potion." Professor Snape, in turn, walks near Director Bones and looks at the flask on her hand with a measuring look. The contents of the flask was a crystal clear liquid, very much like water, and the flask itself was sealed with a dropper cap. "Veritaserum." Said the man, walking back to where he previously was standing. Director Bones nods at the man and says. "Thank you for your help. Auror Shacklebolt, please, administer the standard dosage to the wizard identified as Peter Pettigrew."