Harry Potter Spells Alohomora Novels & Stories

The magic had already begun, whether we liked it or not. I looked to Aurora. She gave a slow nod. “Do it,” I said. The witch began her spell, chanting softly. A soft blue light glowed around Hilary’s chest, growing stronger with each word. The wind picked up, swirling around us as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Then—her eyes fluttered open. Hilary gasped sharply, body jerking as if pulled from deep water. “Hilary!” Loid cried, grabbing her hand.

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

Alice rolled her eyes, "Just do the thing already, witch." The witch unwrapped the head and waved her hands over it, muttering spells under her breath. After a while, Leo's head floated in the air, rising a few inches above the witch's head and staying there. She intensified her chants and waved her body wildly, her eyes closed in concentration.

And slammed its paw into the glass so hard I thought it would shatter. Panic flooded my body, and my instincts kicked in. My mind went into survival mode. I had to cast something. Anything. I raised my trembling hand and whispered the only spell I could remember: "Veyr'alor mirani kelthéa… veyr'alor mirani kelthéa…" (Let all that does not belong be gone…) Light swirled around me, and I felt my entire body go weightless, like I was being pulled into a whirlpool of energy. My head spun. My vision blurred.

“I think so.” “Well, do it, and return to your body before someone finds it vulnerable.” She kissed me and then was gone. I shivered at the thought of that soul entering my body, but I couldn’t focus on that right now. I got closer to Amara and thought of the spell I needed to stop the cleaving. I thought of my wolves and the power sucking them dry and I felt my power swell. I would not allow this to go on any longer. “Alta nim for cle de nagh.” I repeated the counterspell for the cleaving as I moved closer. I watched the stone around her neck flicker as I tried to break the hex.

Bastiana went to them and begun to cause them migraines and drain their magic. Lucindo chanted some incantations and Hilda was flung aggressively to the grave. She stood up and tried to attack the warlock but she was glued to the spot. It was a freaking boundary spell and of course, she was inside the circle drawn with white powder and other ingredients. At this point, I knew I had to re-strategize. If with all immense strength thrown the warlock's way and he was able to overcome easily and still overpower everyone then other tactics must be applied.

Rebranding for acceptance. “I would like everyone back behind me because the spell I need to cast it like a net so I can be sure to affect it as a whole. I don’t want to catch anyone in that net.” Alfred could hear shuffling behind him as he waited. When silence reigned behind him, Alfred began casting the first spell. It took time to lay the spell down where piece by piece, but in the end, he’d magically hogtied nicely the golem if he said so himself. “There we go, now to put it into hibernation.”

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.

, "The wand will take the blood!" "Lift the spell!" Suppressing the pain, Edmund shouted at Algood, "Unless you really have no loyalty to your archbishop!" "No! Don't lift the spell!" Ann shouted at Algood, but with only a split second of hesitation, Algood rose his hand and light came out. "Noooooooo!!!!"

Aurora’s P.O.V “We're going to attempt something more advanced today,” Alice continued, her voice calm but laced with an undertone of seriousness that made my stomach tighten. “The spell is called Praemium. It’s an incantation used to destroy a specific object. Not violently, not without cause—but with focus. Intention is everything.” I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees, eyes fixed on her. “Destroy… like, completely?” I asked, already suspecting the answer.