Harry Potter The Potions Master Novels & Stories

He pulled his hands out from his pocket and opened the door by twisting the doorknob. He turned to a line of the doorknob, as it glowed as if there was a star hidden in it. The door opened and a second door opened for him. He pressed brick with black spots, and then the brick wall started to disassemble without hands moving it. A few minutes passed and the brick wall became simply a clutter of bricks. He lifted his legs and beat the bricks. He put one hand back in his pocket. He turned to the belongings in the room he entered. There were open shelves full of potions. A cauldron with boiling liquid was smoking across the room. To the right of the room and there is a large shelf, full of bottl

“I really think you need help. Maybe see a psychiatrist or a witch doctor, because you honestly can't tell me werewolves are real.” The master kept on moving towards her. “I don't need to see a psychiatrist because I am sane. Also I can tell you they are real, because they really are.” “Okay, fine,” Elizabeth pushed her hands forward to stop the Master from coming any further towards her. “And please don't come any further to me, otherwise I'd yell that you want to rape me.” “No one would hear,” The Master stopped moving. “There's a spell that's been placed on this house that prevents ordinary humans from seeing it.”

The sorcerer gathered his breaths, walking to the hallway that led to the lone door where his Master was located. Upon opening the door, he found the man with silver long hair standing with his back facing him. His pale hand was holding to a book. He had stood near his chair which was covered around by the silk white curtain, eliciting an ethereal shine from him. Behind the chair was a large painting of the first sorceress, who had lost her life years ago. "Master, I have came back," said the sorcerer who then knelt in front of him, disregarding the fact how his master still hadn't seen his face, perhaps to show how he was angry at his decision that had caused casualties in the past.

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

I opened them to find the fireplace without fire, and then moved further to check the potion - it changed back to green. I screamed in excitement and my buddies - Mr broom, Mr mob, the rug, the hanging steel pots, the talking clock and other weird things that my mother had, all joined me in screaming to the festive moment. I brought my scooper and scooped the potion into a flat plate, and placed it on my dining table. " Now clean up guys". " Here here, Mistress", they responded to my instruction and immediately got to cleaning and mobbing and washing the whole mess I made in the sorcery workshop, almost making me deaf with the noise they made, especially the pots.

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.

In the quiet corner of the mansion’s backyard garden—where lavender bloomed in thick, fragrant clusters and the breeze stirred the leaves with a lazy grace—two figures stood near an old tea table. Mr. Hans sat in silence, eyes trained on the steam rising from his porcelain teacup. Opposite him stood Jimmy, hands behind his back, his expression alert yet amiable. “So, how did she react?” Mr. Hans asked, not looking away from his tea. Jimmy inhaled slowly. “Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.”

Cara shook her head and said simply, “Mate, drink.” Even though his instincts craved it, Gray Wolf still refused. He knew this was something precious, and as a male wolf, his natural instinct was to save the best for his mate. But Cara shook her head again. She could sense the immense potential within Gray Wolf’s body, and this potion was meant to awaken that power, to make him even stronger. For her, however, that kind of potential barely existed. The potion wouldn’t do much for her, and drinking it would simply be a waste.

he asked, his curiosity piqued. I gave a sly grin. "It's all about fair exchange, Mr. Sneyd," I said, knowing that he would understand what I meant. "Percy, I get it. We're all men here, and we don't need to say much. I'll just show you," Franklin said, leading me into his private, specially arranged room. Inside, there were various items—restraints, swings, handcuffs, benches, and all kinds of torture devices. There were also photos of nude women posing seductively on the walls.