Harry Potter Snake Mirror Novels & Stories

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

he cried in a low but firm voice. The boy tried to run, but his legs were weak because the handsome man's gaze was so scary. But a second later, he was finally able to run back and forth back to his mother's place, crying. The man snorted softly, he then squatted in the corner of the alley, then he moved his hand forward as if he was reaching for something in the air. Suddenly the ground under his hands scattered like it was being dug. A moment later a small golden object emerged from the ground. A very precious magic mirror. The man smiled as he pocketed the mirror.

What a sly snake! "You keep teasing and bullying me to no end!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. However, Basil just stared back at me, stupefied. Then, he wailed and said, "I never did that!" I wasn't interested in his explanations. I just said, "Stay farther away from me. You're a bad snake!" Basil replied in a choked voice, "I'm not a bad snake. I'm a good snake. You said it yourself. You said that I was the most well-behaved snake in the world!"

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

The door was shut, no one was there, so WHO-- The bright colors of paint seemed to glow in the dark, and Ben found himself staring directly at the vanity. The yellow and bleak shadows of his garage, reflected back at him from the mirror like an eerie memoire of his world. The little hearts drawn on the glass, little comfort when his focus zeroed in even further on the mirror. Yellow lights, the sway of shadows. And Ben watched in horror as the lights melded into a firm set of bright gold eyes. Slits, the pupils, staring directly at him as Ben froze in place.

“And this one here, from Mr. Jameson Holland’s collection, Miss Holland’s father, the Necklace of Rentaur. It is said to give the bearer the strength of ten elephants and...” I zoned out. It wasn’t intentional, but the professor’s history tidbits just passed through my ears once I spotted the accursed mirror hanging on the wall. It was in the farthest corner, a suitable place for it to be displayed, and it was lighted by two spotlights bolted to the ceiling. Around it was a red rope to keep the viewers from touching it. Good. But I honestly hadn’t realized I neared it when Mr. Ozric’s voice filtered through my ears.

His hands trembled as he pulled out a small silver mirror an antique-looking thing with ornate vines carved into the handle and held it out toward me like it was some sacred offering. I hesitated. My chest felt tight. My fingers itched with something I couldn’t name. I took the mirror. And I looked. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. My face was mine same lips, same cheekbones, same small scar under my right eye. But the eyes? Oh gods. Oh gods. They weren’t brown anymore. They weren’t even human. My pupils were vertical slits, like that of a serpent.. The irises were golden, shimmering like coins thrown into a deep well. And around the edges, faint but pulsing, was a ring of se

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.