Harry Potter Spells Accio Novels & Stories

He honestly looked close to passing out. “STOP!” Aiden growled as he wrapped an arm around me, pushing me slightly behind him, sensing my fear. Zacchary stood still at Aiden’s command but his fear was still evident. “What does the spell mean?” the blonde elder finally asked when no one spoke. “It-it is” Zacchary could hardly speak, “it is a Death Spell.” “D-Death spell?!” I spluttered out, practically clinging onto Aiden. My eyes shot around the room, taking into account everyone’s expressions, before fixing back on the witch Zacchary, who was sweating so much. I wondered whether he would turn into a puddle in the middle of the room.

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.

Because of that, he made a nonsensical excuse that justified his decision to cheat on Cecilia and approach Harriet, belittling her and making bad assumptions about her. "Magic spells can influence a person's actions, but cannot affect the mind of the victim. And once the spell is released, everything will be fine and back to the way it was. Potions from Alchemy can only interfere with one's mind and memory, without completely changing one's habits, but once the effect wears off, there won't be any side effects either."

Axon spat out blood, his eyes filled with anger. Before I could launch another attack, Axon invoked a power, and it was too late for me to use any thwarting magic. It was a time-freezing spell, a magic that belonged to Alice. Axon smirked as my body became immobile. "Finally, I can take your powers," Axon said with a contented smile. However, what he didn't know was that my magic is fickle. It adapts to the environment and helps me escape. The time spell freeze was undone by my magic, and Axon's smile vanished. The other warlock who had come to aid him froze in shock as they watched me walking freely.

Maybe it was because I couldn’t smell him because of the concealment spell, it tempers some of my senses. I unconsciously trod back from him completely losing his warmth that wrapped around me like a blanket. I turned around trying to find the nearest escape only to realize the whole Hall has been silent and they are all watching our little interaction. I gulped down looking at him again, he raised his hand to touch me but took him by surprise and darted to the nearest wall visible “Teleporte le feley,” I quickly say the spell picturing my room as I placed my hand on the wall which instantly turned white and the portal engulfed me.

Alice “How dare you?” she spat you shall all pay for doing this she rose up with her hands in the air she casted her first spell “ sabtagos min paria” a storm like cloud formed around them understanding the spell and it’s significance Alice casted a spell at the nick if time

Sorcerer was right behind me running with me. As she saw us running through the bridge, she pointed her two arms at us casting the spell, "EXPECTO-PATRONUM!". Then a wide range of wind started to chase ur through the bridge. It was pretty faster than we were. It almost reach the sorcerer but he pointed his stalf at the wind and casted the spell, "ANAPNEO!!". suddenly another wind arose right under the bridge and collapse with the one behind us. We made it out of the bridge then looked back, and we saw the witch to be very angry. She couldn't pass through the bridge because those strong winds have damaged it.

Looking down, I saw a hand holding my gown, "Please, help me," he said as he lost consciousness I almost left when I remembered the voice I heard "Help him please, he needs your help" I can't just leave him here but how am I gonna carry him. Thinking of how am going to carry him to my house, I remembered a spell I came across in the spellbook. "The Ascendio spell" It's a spell that can make someone ascend on air and fly. I've never tried it but there's always a first time.

I repeat and sprinkle herbs in another candle. I hold my hand over Scott. The energy coming off of him is manic, vibrating like mad. The spell is working. I have one more candle to invoke with the herbs. “Tolle quode est, et mutare eam.” The flames rise, and a blue band of magic forms from each of them, circling around us. I grab the potion vial, pull out the cork, and hold it over Scott’s head. “Tolle quode est, et mutare eam!” I dump the potion on him, and the flames go out. The smoke wafts over, circling Scott much like the energy did the first time I cast the spell.

he groaned, at the dirt that entered his eyes and I saw that as my cue to mutter a quick spell. “Oculus Dispersia,” I mumbled, using his discomfort as a diversion. I watched with satisfaction as his groans turned to screams, finally realizing that no matter what he did, he couldn't see and he won't be able to, unless I reverse my spell. He should be grateful that I didn't kill him, despite him knowing it or not.