Novel & Cerita Harry Potter The Potions Master

“O-oui.” “Delilah is being modest. She isn’t just a potions master. She is THE potions master.” Lady Camille smiles with pride, unaware that Delilah used magic on my mate without explicitly explaining what she was doing. “The magical world was devastated two hundred years ago when our previous potions master passed away. He was over nine hundred years old and provided us with countless potions that have helped witches and mankind alike. Hecate bless Acacius’s spirit.” “What do you mean by THE potions master? I thought all witches could create potions?” I drum my fingers on the table.

the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in her palm. "Chief!!" My soldiers shouted and immediately attacked to help me. In just an instant, the sorcerer knocked out all the soldiers because of his unique black power. "I warned you, that's the last chance I can give..." the woman said. I don't understand what she's playing at... from the tone of her voice it seems like she's not an opponent... but she might just be deceiving me. I attacked again and she immediately fought back while the old Mage just kept staring and watching us.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

The Master stated, He got down from his floating throne and smirked, Advancing towards the boiling pot with happiness. " The Bloods of thy seeds are here, The Boiling pot of Nercromance is here, Armageddon my very good friend, Your dark soul has been asleep for Thousands and Thousands of years, And by my power.... You shall be awakened " " By the Powers of the Heavenly Runes, Earthly Chaos and the Underworld Darkness, And with the bloods of thy three seeds, YOU ARE AWAKENED!!!! " The Master roared as he cast the three cubes into the boiling pot.

I forced a polite smile onto my face, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Servants began to filter into the grand room with an air of practiced grace. They carried silver trays laden with beautifully arranged dishes, the various courses of our imminent meal. The aroma of delicacies wafted through the room, a heady mix of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and the wine that sparkled in gem-encrusted goblets. I watched as Prince Kinnison reached for the goblet in front of him. That goblet contains the potion of charm. Once he takes a sip, he'll be under its spell, I thought with clenched fists. I knew I had to intervene.

just an idiot! To be honest, I'm confused why he's still hanging around us. He should've found his own mate by now. He's attending Enchanted University and studying History of Magic and Science. I swear the guy's a genius! And somehow, that just makes him sexier. I just can't help it! Every little thing about Levi is attractive to me...

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The Potion Alchemy labs were humid. Smelling of sulfur, crushed nightshade, and the bitter tang of failed ambitions. Row after row of black iron cauldrons simmered under watchful eyes of stone gargoyles perched in the rafters. "Basic oil-burning today, class." Professor Hexton droned. Voice dry as the parchment he clutched. "Stable temperatures. No flair. No explosions." I didn't look up. Already busy at my station. Blue flame beneath my cauldron hissing. On the surface, distilling standard lavender and rosemary oils. Beneath that shimmering floral layer, the real work was happening.

Potions had a small distillery area; totems had a large cupboard of various bottles and boxes that were all labelled very carefully with tools on the bench nearby. There’s a huge bookcase, full to overflowing with various books, which he assumes would be spell books and grimoires and so on. The floor is more flagstones, the walls are also stone, but are also covered in various tools, implements and other things that he didn’t have the words for. Merlin brings them over to a large table in the more open space in the middle of the room, and grabs a large scroll from under the table and unfurls it onto the table.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.