Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Snake Mirror

The hug was short and brief but it gave Akira the strength she needed to push just a little bit further. They walked around till Orion paused at the fantasy section of the library, the children's section to be precise. “Eureka!” He exclaimed. Akira chuckled at his childlike expression, “what are we doing here?” “Does this look familiar?” He asked. She looked closely at the book and smiled, “Harry Potter?” She asked in surprise. “Yes my darling, I believe that there's a creature in this book that might have a hand in Mirabel's petrification.” Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.”

I murmured, rising to my feet. The painting was askew by a few centimeters, and a deep shadow was cast. Something was behind it. I grabbed both sides of the frame, only to feel a click at one of the sides. Suddenly the frame shifted, swinging to the side to reveal… a safe. My brows rose, and a hint kf elation took over. This, I could handle. The burner phone vibrated again, and this time I picked it up, answering without saying a word. “Do you have anything, Solace?” Angelo demanded.

“What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?” Warren struggled hard. Louis came up from behind and helped me pin him down. Warren stared at me and shouted, “No, that’s not right! The mirror already showed that you’re the killer!” I laughed before pointing at the mirror in Rebecca’s hand. “You mean this?” I put on my gloves, took the mirror from Rebecca, and turned it toward myself. My face appeared clearly in the mirror.

The gate was open. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive mirror. It was ten feet tall, framed in jagged black obsidian. It shouldn't have been there. It looked like it had grown out of the cobblestones. The surface of the glass wasn't reflecting the courtyard; it was a swirling vortex of violet and grey. "The Mirror of Souls," Hala’s voice drifted from the ranks. She pushed her way forward, her staff trembling. "It’s a Coven relic. Selene has left us a parting gift."

“You’re incorrigible.” “Compliment accepted.” --- They ate in companionable awkwardness, punctuated by Mira’s occasional internal commentary (Why does he eat like a prince in a fairytale? Why do I sound like a narrator in a romance novel?) and Adrian’s occasional suppressed smirk that proved, of course, he could hear every single thought. Finally, she set down her fork. “We need answers. That mirror wasn’t just creepy—it knew your name.” He nodded. “I think it’s tied to my mother’s spell. But there’s something else—” He hesitated. “The curse… it’s spreading.”

Headmaster Nocturne POV The door clicked shut behind Rowyn, her sobs still echoing faintly in the corridors beyond. The moment they faded, I turned toward the obsidian framed mirror hanging crookedly on the stone wall behind my desk. It was old, older than the school itself, and thrummed with ancient enchantments that even the Accord hadn’t managed to sniff out. Not yet. I stepped forward, the hem of my cloak brushing the floor, and pressed two fingers to the cold glass.

She watched the movement with a level of curiosity not knowing I was paying attention. Something fucking weird was going on with Sabrina. Something highly fucking weird! POV: SABRINA THORN (THE EVIL QUEEN) The fucking mirror had yelled out when Snow had stripped from her gown. The moron had been audible as if it wanted the whole Palace to hear it. As if that wasn't enough, it poofed her gown away. How was I going to explain to the child that an ancient magical mirror had made her clothes disappear so he could stare at her ass longer?

“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.

I stood in front of the mirror which was hanging on the wall, and looked at myself, I wasn’t able to recognize my identity in that mirror, it must be telling lies because I looked like a monster, my face covered with blood of my own father, it was a terrible sight and I couldn’t look myself in the eyes anymore so I grabbed the steal vase kept next to the table and threw it on the mirror smashing every little piece of that ugly mirror into million pieces so that it stops showing me the horror of my deeds and my sins right into my eyes. The pieces of glass from the mirror were scattered everywhere on the floor, some of them were still reflecting my monster face into my eyes, I wanted to destro