Harry Potter Transfiguration Spells Novels & Stories

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.

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"

“I dare you to not make up! You’re an ugly fag, aren’t you? You’re so ugly you wouldn’t go out without a mask!” Shadow was impatient at this point. “Quit it, I didn’t, do you understand? How can make up do such a job? This is Transfiguration. Do you know Transfiguration? Uncultured b*tch!”