Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Vine Wand

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

“It will help, but not entirely. That is why I am here, I will train you to control your magic. We still have a week before your eighteenth birthday and a week to save your sister.” I gripped the wand tightly, finding some comfort in it. Yes, I will control my magic. And I will definitely save my sister. Just hang in there, Mayari. We will come for you. “And, oh, before I forget. There's another reason why that wand is special.” I frowned. “What is it?” “It's made of white oak wood. The only wood capable of killing a vampire, any vampire, with just one strike on the heart.” She smiled at me. “Don't you love it already?”

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

I said, pointing out the obvious difficulties. "Here, use this. I'll tie it around my wrist. It's a special vine that will not break and will grow the more you pull on it. Tie it around your wrist and you can use it to find me. Tug in it twice before. pulling and it will retract, bringing both ends together. You'll essentially drag me out of the earth,” she explained, holding out a 6 inch thin vine.

The battle came to an end. The Swallows had once again lost several high-level experts, and Norvin questioned in displeasure, “Goddammit. What the hell is going on?” The Black Hawk said slowly, “I’ve read about a type of vine in ancient texts called the ‘Dousing Vine’. It can sleep deep underground for hundreds or even thousands of years. However, it wakes up from its slumber when it encounters fire. “Due to its long dormancy of hundreds or even thousands of years, its growth is extremely terrifying. Even a single tendril possesses tremendous power, making it incredibly challenging for even high-level martial experts to deal with it.”

Prince Ollivander narrowed his eyes, love or not, he had to make sure. He must find out if That witch girl is Rhysand's weakness. "My Prince, are you okay?" Prince Ollivander turns to look at Caine stiffly "Huh? Yeah-yeah.I'm good, why?" "You were spacing out a few minutes ago" Caine replied with a warm smile. Fane cleared his throat "My Prince have some fresh fruits, it was imported from the east this morning by Andreas" Prince Ollivander gave them a reassuring smile.

He did not even look this happy when he had won the Science Olympiad a year ago. "Of course you are." I stood on the tip of my toes and gave his cheek a kiss. "So, what is that?" I pointed at the stick he was holding. Hunter looked surprised. "You do not know?" He brought the stick closer until I could finally see what it was. It was a replica of the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the history of magic wands. "Did you put the pieces back again? I remember Harry broke that one in Deathly Hallows."

Sighing in relief, Jones runs to the body, snatching the wand from the faerie's belt and running back into the thicket. He looks down at the simple wood wand. He thought there would be a button, something to make this easy. Instead, he is faced with a glorified tree branch. Shit. It would require faerie magic to operate. Even then, how would he go about calling the Queen? He slams the wand on the ground in frustration, causing sparks to jump out of the wood. Startled, the vampire jumps back, tentatively kicking the wand toward the edge of the thicket. What did he just do? As quick as the wand reacted, the barrier in front of him shimmered, and royal guards stepped through the barrier.

“I needed to go to the hospital. I kind of injured my left wrist and I’m not sure if it’s sprained or fractured. I want a doctor to have a look at it as soon as possible. “That’s terrible!” the woman exclaimed in a worried tone before walking up to her, as if ready to hold Rie’s wrist. “I’d really appreciate it if you don’t touch it, Ma’am. It’s kind of painful,” Rie said, tactically pulling back the hand that was supposed to be ‘injured’. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the other said, no longer trying to hold her hand. “But I think it’s better if we just request for a healing potion from the Headmistress instead of going to the hospital. Your injury will definitely heal faster.”

Poison said before putting his hand down. Before Violet could ask anything, he said, “That's a deceit spell to mask your eye colour and make you look more like the Saintess. But be careful, it has a loophole. Once you look into your reflection more than three times, the spell will fade and you'll be found out.” “So.. you have to make sure you won't be found out. Not until, we complete the mission.” Phillip added. Violet ignored them and entered the carriage while clenching her fists with only a single thought passing through her brain.