Harry Potter Spell And Potion Book Novels & Stories

My home was the closest to the ocean, the farthest point away from the temple,all wisely planned by my grandpa so I would have a hard time lurking around during sessions that plan is not working out well. I reached in and carefully pulled out an old book, a very very old book. The pages were turning a musky brown colour and the ink came off if pressed on. The book cover was dirty and faded but I could still make out the words Dark Arts. The book was originally general knowledge of dark arts, spells, potions and a whole lot but the one I held had been reviewed with hand written guidelines, understanding of spells and how to use the spells to create new ones.

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.

Lucy shrinks in her chair as I yell at a pale-faced Finnian. “I know. I am sorry. The more I thought about it, I thought it would be best to come from you since you’re on the council. And then I didn’t want to interrupt you the first few days with Rafe, so I let it slide.” “Tell me what you found first, then I need to speak with the others. She is staying with you, correct?” He nods his head and sits back down as I come around the table to take a seat. “One book we brought back is a spellbook. I found what I interpret to be a potion that will protect someone’s mind against a witch.”

I wished I could ask Grandma what should I do, it was the first time that I had to find a magical solution on my own. Suddenly, I realized something obvious, there were tons of magical books in my Grandma's house, most of them at the attic. I got upstairs and went through them searching for something like “Magic – a manual for idiots”, or “How to use magic only when you mean it”. Surely, there were no titles like that, but I found something that didn't look dramatically complicated, it was called “The book of spells”. I decided to go with that. I sat on the floor and started going through the first chapter. It described how the magic became a living force of every witch. Later, I read about

I grabbed one book carefully but as I did, another fell out. I dropped the one I had picked and picked up the one that had fallen on the floor instead. I moved to sit on a chair with the book in my hand. I opened it up and began reading it and only then did I realize that it was a spell book, an ancient Vampire spell book for making certain types of potions. The writing was slightly different from usual and it was faded but I was somehow able to read it.

“I probably need more time than a day to memorize this before I can study another spell.” “Well, just in case you can master the spell in a short time, Joseph rose from his chair, took the book from the shelf and next gave it to Jeremiah.” It was a thick book that consisted of a hundred or more pages. “What is this book, Archbishop?” Jeremiah asked curiously while receiving the book. “It's the purification spell level-3.” the old man informed. “What, don't tell me I must memorize all the words inside the book precisely?” “Exactly,” Joseph replied with a warm smile.

Countless books lined the shelves. Leaning forward, I picked up an old, rusty spellbook. After brushing off the dust and cobwebs, I opened it to find potions, magics, and spells of all kinds. “But how do I know which is the right one?” I wondered aloud. A brief silence followed. Then, a noise came from the back. My heart skipped. Moving closer to investigate, I spotted a small, aged book on the floor. Picking it up, I skimmed the first few pages. The book focused mainly on werewolves. Opening it further, my eyes widened—there, written boldly on the middle page, were potions, spells, and a cure for werewolf illness.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

When I got it I climbed down the stairs . The book had an old leather cover, the edge of the pages were worn out, yellow in colour. It looked like a journal. There was dust on it. I opened the books. The book was written in several languages. It looked like spells. Below every spell there was an English translation. I was going through the book when my eyes fell on a spell. It was a spell to find things or places. According to the journal, if we recite the spell three times while thinking about the object or place the book will show the vision of the location.

But it didn't matter because she suddenly had fresh and wonderful possibilities. "Yes and no," she said in answer to the servant’s question. "I must return home and retrieve the Spell Book." Her heart lifted at the thought of wielding the book’s power—it didn’t contain only realm-travel spells, but also summoning spells more powerful than anything the kingdoms had seen in centuries, power transference spells—the possibilities were nearly limitless. "I will take the beast with me, so you are not troubled by him, and then I shall seal this portal behind me, so the prince cannot follow."