Harry Potter The Potions Master Novels & Stories

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

After setting everything up and putting the cauldron into a boil, she then also took her most prized possession; an ancient hardbound book containing all her magic spells. She skimmed through its pages looking for something in particular. "Eureka!" She uttered when she finally found what she was actually looking for. She chanted the spell written on her book and as soon as she said the first line, her cauldron puffed out a big amount of smoke that almost covered the entire place. Each line of her spell were accompanied by a jar of unpleasant specimens. She poured its contents one after another into her boiling cauldron and the more she added, the more smoke came out as well, to the point tha

"That is the first part of the binding of an apprentice to the master. I have not agreed to let you live, let alone train you in anything!" "That is also an Oath of Truth." "What significance is that supposed to have?" "The blade was a gift to me, enchanted by the same wizard who enhanced my voice. If I break my Oath, it will pierce my heart." "And if I refuse to take you on?" "Then I am bound to follow and do all I can from the shadows." She said, but her voice was not as strong as it had been until now and she hoped he did not call her bluff. If he refused at this point, they all might be dead by morning.

A man stood in front of a big cooking pot and he was dumping a lot of hideous things in it. He picked up the spoon and started stirring it. His eyes turned white when he started muttering an incantation and soon, the pot started boiling and he kept stirring and muttering his spell. The door opened and a woman with snow white hair entered. She walked closer to the man in hood and bowed. “My Lord, I am sorry but we lost track of them again.”

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.

I was expecting the master to plainly twist the knob and push open the door but of course, in the world of witchcraft, nothing can be simple. He instead maneuvered his palms in a vertical circle manner. After a few moments, we were taken aback by the sudden gust of wind that almost blew us away from the door, at the exact time, the double door flew open—revealing a dimly lit office, where a table stood tall in the middle and behind it was a broad shouldered silhouette under a dark cloak. We regained our posture and followed Master Zorylle, the only one who was unaffected by the strong wind. Ugh, wizards.

I ask, looking over at him with a smile, he nods placing a kiss on my lips. I rise to my feet walking out the door heading towards the kitchen, I knew I couldn't leave this place on my own without him, but I could try to get help to leave by other people. I walk into the kitchen preparing the hot chocolate like normal, I take a look behind me to check he wasn't there before kneeling down to the bottom cupboard. A few weeks ago, I was sorting the cupboards out when I got bored and came across the sleeping pills Anthony gave me that time, I hid them so one, he couldn't use them again and two, if I ever needed to use them for him I could. I take them out turning back around to check before star

It was something Chelsea had taught her. The little girl said it was to make the tears dry up in our eyes hence not making them come down. Shaking her head, she opened the door of the bathroom only to gasp. "Master?" "I heard you yelling and then I thought maybe someone foolish, crazy, lazy, and douchebaggery did come to your room and I had to come to check myself." TBC How was it? Don't forget to subscribe to my book and drop a comment. XoXo

He does this same thing up until he reaches the fire prince himself. Within his left hand is a jar and it shakes in an erratic manner. This catches the eyes of the headmaster and he propels his hand over the body of Troy. The headmaster grins at what he feels. The color of his power changes from the dim purple to black. A voice of excitement reaches his throat. “Ah, this is the one, the Fray’s boy.” Quickly, the man latches his hand along the lid of the dark jar and twists it open. He sets the top of the jar down on the stone table and then teaches his hand within the jar. A long serpent wraps around his arm. One that has black scales and is faceless. Long and tired blue orbs look back at Ad