Harry Potter Spell Unlock Door Novels & Stories

he whispered looking at me with swirls of emotion behind his green eyes causing me to nod my head. “For Liam” I whispered while taking a deep breath and stepping forward to the door focusing on the particles within the metal. “Start” Noah stated his voice now more level then the whisper indicating that the spell was up and prepared. Letting out a small breath past my lips I stare at the door, imagining the movement how the door can spread almost like ripping a piece of paper. My body shook a little as I squinted trying to pull the door when it started to creak and crack.

Hana punched her hand against the wall, the echoing sound of the punch echoing in Hana's ears but nothing happened. Hana searched the room feverishly and sat down. There was no clue here, Hana sat up and went to open the door, but the door didn't move. Hana drew a circle in the space and stepped inside, but she found herself walking to another corner of the room. The teleportation spell was null and void; Hana understood that only by finding the answer in this room could she get out.

The figure stopped before the sealed door and for a moment, they tilted their head, as though listening. Then they acted by pressing their gloved hand against the metal knob, fingers tracing invisible symbols. The knob shimmered faintly, reacting to foreign intent, but instead of resisting with the defense spell, they flickered and then collapsed. And then the door swung open. The thief had successfully undid Xavier protection spell like it was nothing. Inside, the air felt thick, saturated with lingering magic. Candles burned low, their flames trembling as the intruder stepped inside. Shelves lined the walls, cluttered with spell books, vials, and relics of varying danger. The room bore the

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait

I yelled. “Alexa, talk to me! Why are you acting like this? I love you!” Daniel said, his tone heavy. I gazed at the closed door, my eyes boring a hole through them. “Leave me alone, you liar! Don't make me hate you more.” I yelled and heard the knocks stop and the sound of footsteps getting further away. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it did not take long before I heard footsteps approaching again and saw the key to the door turning. I had forgotten there was a spare key outside.

They all said the same thing. “The spell is bound by blood and body material so it cannot be broken by ordinary means. It can only be broken by the one who placed the spell or the spell’s catalyst.” This was the words of the last wizard we visited which was the exact words of the rest of them. I decided to take the last ditch of effort I have left in me when I reached my office. I closed the door behind and dialed Aunt Bella’s number and she picked up on the second ring. “I thought you’d never call.” She echoed on the other side of the phone.

I sighed, thinking we got no chance to join the fight. "Is it like a magical door or something?" I asked her through the mind link. "Could be... Try that Ali Baba spell." I frowned, looking at her funnily. She shrugged. I guess it could work. "Open sesame," I said, waiting for anything to open, and surprisingly it did. A carve in the door opened to our right which was right behind the Chevrolet Car. "It worked!" I said in a whisper, doing our little dance in excitement. Who would've thought she kept such a simple spell to open the door. We both entered the dark doorway, leading to the spiral stairs.

I wasn't ready for her rubbish. “What is behind this door?” I asked expecting an answer but got none. I budged at the door which was locked. “What's behind this door?” I repeated. “An unfortunate accident, it was supposed to be Lyra in there,” she smiled. “Damn it, can't you just speak straight for once” I thought. "Disrupto porta, ignis exigo!" (Disrupt door, I demand fire!) The door flew open, scattering debris into the air. “You could have done this the easy way,” I said to her.

Nike scratched the back of his head as his other hand reach on the inside of his robe to get his wand. "Alright, I'll gonna use a spell for this one then." As he said that, Nike waved his wand and muttered, "XEKLEÍDOMA" As soon as he was done chanting the unlocking spell;, the doorknob turned by itself and right after that, the massive wooden double door open on its own. To their surprise, the interior of the place is not affected by the same reddish-brown color that dominates the entire Blood City.

'The door is locked' I said and he turned to look at me. 'You can unlock it, can't you?' he said and my eyes widened. He was right. Why didn't I think about that before? I walked up to his side and placed a palm on the door. I closed my eyes and casted a spell. There was a resounding 'click' sound from the door. I pushed the door and it creaked open. When we walked out, there was no one along the passage way. Zaden must have gotten the memo and had taken off, once he realized that their plan had failed... again.