Harry Potter Transfiguration Spells Novels & Stories

“Will your powers work on me after the potion is taken from me?” “I don’t know about that but a few powers of mine work on you despite you having the potion,” he informed her. She arched an eyebrow. “Really? Which one?” “I can hypnotize you,” he replied, his voice being deeper than before, which sounded sexy to Becca. Her eyes pierced through his as she muttered, “Then hypnotize me.” “You asked for it,” he said and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, it was red. “Jump from this tree.” As soon as he commanded her, Becca jumped from the tree.

"It is not a bad idea, child." She walked over to the shelf, pulling down a completely different, dust-covered tome and flipping the heavy pages rapidly. "Here. It is a transformation rite. A spell to temporarily change your physical appearance and project the likeness of someone else. But Isabella, this is a heavy, draining magic. It will require you to burn through a massive amount of your power. Do you truly want to bind yourself to this?"

I struggled, but my body was weak, and the ropes held me fast. “Shh. You won’t be for long.” Emory caressed my cheek, his touch so repulsive it made me want to vomit. “I’m going to strip Aurora’s soul away, leaving only the part that belongs to you. I’ve even found the best sorcerer for transfiguration. When this is over, he’ll change your face back to the way it was.” “Then, we can go back. Back to when you still loved me…” He was a complete and utter madman.

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."

"We know, you don't have pure magick. So, you must have soft magick. I can teach you how to make potions and teas and charms." "Charms?" "By using the mix of right herb and right spell and right charm bags, you can make a charm. Charms can be used for protection, healing or for starting a circle of magick in case the person has white magick." "And what is pure magick? Is it like the kind Harry Potter has? Levitate? Move? Change?" "Yes, it is almost the same. A person with white magick is the one who has the power of alter, shift, change things."

I don’t like it, or him, and hate that of all the beings on the planet he is the only one I can’t turn into a frog. I turn my attentions to the heap of men thrown uncaringly on the closet floor and mutter an undoing spell towards them. Lifting my palm to a vial around my neck I made for this exact purpose. I yank it free, open the lid and gently blow a little of the dust towards them. Fine sparkling particles like a fine, metallic mist, scatter far and wide around them and they slowly began to stir and disentangle themselves. It takes only seconds for them to begin to get up and come crawling out, completely disorientated, and groaning.

With a deep breath, I channeled my energy, my very essence, into the incantations that would allow me to strike back. Gathering the strands of magic around me, I envisioned the sorceress's location, her form etched into my mind like a dark silhouette against the canvas of my thoughts. With a whispered word, I invoked the teleportation spell. The world blurred, colors melding into a whirl of motion as I traversed the distance between us in the blink of an eye.

These include witchcraft spells that can turn a human into a frog, a frog, and even a stone. "Sorry, we went to the wrong place," Hana said hurriedly. "We'll leave immediately." She'd rather accept being made difficult by Professor Norma than set foot here. Horrified, the two soldiers stared at Hana with their wands. Their mouths were tightly pursed in a position to cast any spells to bewitch Hana and Zeci. Hana climbed onto Zeci's back again, the two preparing to take off again to return when one of the soldiers' wands moved.

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.