Harry Potter Slime Novels & Stories

“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?”

While Jin rummaged through the goods, Eden walked back and forth across the room, scouring the room for anything new and glancing at the skin in anticipation of the breathing heaving skin. "Are you sure it is already dead?" The black hair retreated towards the mint-haired boy. Jin gave the boy piercing eyes as if to say are-you-crazy: "Had you seen anything that has been removed with only a skin like this alive?" Eden mumbled under his breath: “Who knows? It is a magical creature!" The owner of Swag Items didn't reply. He understood this younger brother's fear of the whole world: "Your stuff." And threw on the table a gray box containing (almost) the entire fortune of the apprentice wizard b

Another disgusting thing was the path of slime they left behind them on the floor, like a snail. It was sticky and stinking. So sticky as if gummy bears were heated in a grilling toaster. And.... acidic!!!!! Ryley registered the floor turning black and a small ripple of smoke generating above the ground. Just as it happens when acid burns something. But, Ryley smirked to himself. He was safe. He was up in the air, near Reyne. Standing on a stair found in the library, he seemed to protect himself from coming in contact with these jiggling pieces of creatures with acidic trail of slime. Alas, his bubble of merriment of staying untouched came crashing down when they elevated their hands, and th

as if he never existed. They were both gone...what was she supposed to do? What could she do?+ Confused and not knowing her next move, the woman slayer sheathed her sword and focused on the spot where the portal had opened. Then she saw the golden goo and distinctly recalled what Twillow had said about something called Parliel...Ick? Something... whatever she called it; it was what their wizard friend needed to open the same portal she had just seen. Hands moving with purpose, she retrieved an empty vial from her belt and began collecting some of the golden slime. She had no idea where this wizard lived or if she would ever find him, but she gathered it anyway.

When that happens, well—we already knew what they did with hybrids around here, and Hailey will be punished for mere association. I didn’t even want to think about what they would do to Elijah. I refuse to sit back and watch that moron that is supposed to be out alpha, destroy the lives of my best friends. I let out a slow breath, my eyes fixed on the potion in my hand. It was midnight-blue, laced with threads of silver and gold, shimmering like it was alive—restless, waiting. Now, the worst part wasn’t the lack of sleep or the way Hailey’s hands kept shaking like her bones were rattling under her skin. It wasn’t even the fact that she couldn’t eat more than two bites of food without looking

I shift my gaze to the wall, which is covered in… some kind of disgusting slime, its colors reminding me of those rainbow gasoline streaks on water, only on a black surface. My eyes nearly pop out when I see Kays casually scoop up that dark-purple goo—so that’s its real color—with two fingers… and put it in his mouth! “Ew!” I grimace, staring at the smiling mage, and honestly, I almost threw up. “Are you insane? Didn’t your parents tell you as a kid not to put gross stuff in your mouth?” “You shouldn’t judge so quickly, prepedollie,” he laughs, then scoops up more of that nastiness and brings it toward me.

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

It was round and exquisite. When he opened the mouth of the gourd, a pale purple smoke gushed out. The smoke quickly fused into the inner walls of the void passageway. After a moment, it seeped out again. But this time, it was mixed with the slime. It turned into purple slime and kept piling up, as if it was made of mud. Soon, a door frame was piled up in the air. The door frame was hundreds of meters tall. And those crazy arms, at this moment, seemed to have been summoned, desperately entangled with the door frame and wrapped around it.

There was supremacy in size, and the trio took their anger out on the yellow slimes, stomping and smashing with a large stick while taking care not to come into contact. They had no idea how deadly these little yellow slimes were until some yellow slime goo accidentally splattered on Charlie when Remi got a little too enthusiastic. Nothing happened initially, and the boys laughed it off. However, in less than five minutes. Charlie’s HP started decreasing steadily. His breathing grew rapid, and the strength in his legs disappeared as he collapsed onto the swamp mud. Zen dropped everything and tried healing salves and first aid, but none of those was effective against yellow slime poison.

He pointed into the gloom. I increased the light from the globe in my hands, ready to fight, even more ready to run, but saw nothing. Then I noticed movement on the tunnel floor. It was low and flat, and gave off a green glow. It was moving slowly towards us, sliding across the ground. “What is it?” I asked. “A slime,” said Nyx. “Poisonous, probably. Once they attach themselves to you, they don’t let go. Vicious.” It looked like one of those robot vacuum cleaners, but rather than cleaning up, it left a trail of jelly in its wake. It didn’t seem particularly menacing. Slipping on the slime’s trail was probably the biggest danger; might have twisted an ankle.