Harry Potter Snake Mirror Novels & Stories

Mira whispered from behind with a smile. His body fell to the ground and turned into thousands of tiny snakes. The same thing happened to his heart. “Freaking snake,” Mira grunted. She knew it wasn’t his true body. A snake master wasn’t someone who liked to play within short range. This one was no different. He made a clone of himself from his own snakes.

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

, so that his master could participate from inside—the corpulent Necromancer never stood when he could remain seated. Tonight, everything he needed to do could be done from inside the carriage. He pulled open the top of a sturdy wooden chest that rested on the carriage floor. Reaching inside, he withdrew a round, gold-framed mirror about twelve inches across. The mirror’s smooth surface was fashioned of the same black material as the magical table back in the castle. It served as a smaller version of the table, far less powerful, but useful nonetheless. Holding his palm over the black surface, he started to chant in a low voice. A dozen floating eyes began to appear inside the mirror, growin

I looked up every so often to see Harry glancing over at me; I knew he was looking at me so I may as well draw and just let him work. The darkness began to creep on me; I didn't know where I was. Looking around, I saw boxes and cobwebs; it looked like it was an attic. I began walking around and came across a mirror that was broken; I stood in front of it and closed my eyes...I felt something there. The hatch to the attic opened, and a girl with a flashlight came in; the girl looked around and then looked directly at me. She turned to leave but then she turned back, "Who are you?" I went to answer but then,

Releasing my grip I let myself fall backward and directly into Corvu’s arms, but there was no time to enjoy the moment. The ground shakes, and the giant has decided to come check on the sling of trees he had collected earlier. Hiding ourselves behind one of the leg chairs we wait till he goes back to whatever it was he was doing, but something’s not right. Why wasn’t he moving? There is a giant bowl, that’s somewhat shaped like a frying pan, hanging on the wall. In it’s reflection I can see the giant pulling on the rope I had just used to get down. He tugs on it and it snaps like a thin piece of string.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

He's clearly been crying for hours now and his stupidly annoying face is making Ruby laugh. "Can you identify which snake bit him from this book?" Ruby turned the book towards Phoebus who pointed at a green snake with purple blotches bordered by black. "Okay, now everybody leave and let me work my magic. Don't worry it's not necromancy in case she dies since I didn't practice on that art but I'm going to need Phoebus to hold her down." Ruby ordered clapping her hands. "You bitch better not kill her or else I'm going to kill you." Harlow threatened.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

I have been trying to research them, they don’t play, nor do they show mercy to those who challenge them. I am still cursing inside when he casts a spell, filling the room with smoke and R-pack shows up. “You don’t use mirrors,” I murmur, and he literally almost bites my head off. “That is a traitorous object! Never to be trusted!” I want to ask what the mirror did because in my readings it is what the witches used to spy and even get to places when I hear them. “What…what is that?” That is something I have never heard before. It is more terrifying than any sound I have heard here.

In a worst-case scenario, we would go down with all the haunts! The haunts could feel it too; the air was thick with our grit and guts. The haunts were indecisive, hovering in the air, until I flashed the gold coins in my account again with a flick of my wrist. Their eyes blazed like torches. They transformed from ice-cold killers to groveling sidekicks in a heartbeat. I was speechless. The haunts let out a beastly howl, and a whole horde of haunts came rushing in, then zipped off through a space crack.