Harry Potter Vine Wand Novels & Stories

He quickly started pulling some items from Pedigrew' robes, putting them by his side on the floor. "Clear, Director Bones. Found a piece of rope, a potion that appears to have 'gone bad', 5 sickles and 14 knuts, and two wands." Moody one good eye is staring at the items, especially the wands. "I would recognize that wand anywhere. The bone white one. I am pretty sure that it is You-Know-Who's wand…" The wizards in the room gasp at that. Professor Snape approaches a little to look at it, and says.

I positioned myself near Ken and deliberately failed a defensive spell. “Could you help me?” I asked sweetly. He adjusted my stance without meeting my eyes. “Keep your elbow higher. Your center is off.” “That’s it?” I tried to continue. Without saying anything else, he walked away. Every time I moved closer, he moved farther. Then I found Percy in the greenhouse. He was tending to glowing plants, looking really focused on them. I walked toward him. “They’re beautiful,” I said. “What are they?” “Moonvine,” he replied calmly. “They’re good for stabilizing volatile magic.”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

“What is it?” “Diluted moon water, mixed with my own magic. If you are ever in true mortal danger, drink half of this. It wont break the spell, but it will give your wolf enough strength to resurface temporarily. Just enough to protect you. It will work once, maybe twice. After that the magic is spent. Make sure to use it only as a last resort.” She pressed everything into my hands. “Why are you helping me?” I whispered. “You won’t tell me the truth but you’re giving me tools to survive. Why?”

Killian smiled brightly, rising his cane, "And do you know what this is?" Evelyn did know. Not like the famous witch book the English woman wrote, mages don't all use wands, but each would need to find their own totems -- a magic item that accepts them as owner. One mage can only have one totem all their life, and the totem could grow more and more powerful if their owner nurtures it right. "Of course," Evelyn answered, "I believe that's your wand, Mr. Potter?" Cold eyes fell on Evelyn from all directions, and she rolled her eyes -- she knew Killian was too popular to challenge!

I tried to use my magic to cut the vines but my magic didn’t penetrate the vines. “Stop that, child,” the first woman said, sternly this time, and for some reason, I obeyed quickly. “Why did that sting?” I asked, surprised at how my magic failed to penetrate the vines. My survival instincts immediately told me that I was in trouble. “It’s the vine of life. It gave you the powers you possess. You can’t use against it,” the brown-haired woman muttered. “Okay, so why am I here?” I asked a bit more politely this time and they both smiled.

she smiled apologetically. "Oh, that? Forget it. It happens every time you know. A bartender, a shipper," he said while laughing. "Oh, that bad?" she laugh at the thought. They had a fun conversation without realizing they already reached the place. It is so amazing looking at those same sizes and shapes nipa huts with hanging flowering plants all over them. Dahlias and roses are everywhere. There's a well-designed deep well in the middle of the place. There are tree houses too designed as miniature castles with a hanging bridge connecting from each treehouse and of course with hanging flowering plants makes it looks like paradise. The ground has lawn grasses full of petals from the hanging

It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars. "What is that?" "Ground wolf bone. Moonflower petals. And a drop of my own blood." He extended his hand towards me. "Breathe it in. But be cautious. The vision it imparts will reveal your true self. And truth is not always easily perceived." Hesitantly, I leaned forward and inhaled. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color.

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

“Is that yours?” “Yes, I was trying to throw a stronger laser spell to cut off his hands, but it was as if the spell got stuck in the wand and it burned it inside-out.” “It happens. We aren’t witches. For us, a wand acts mainly as a conduit and amplifier for our energy. If we load it with too much energy at once or try to cast a spell too strong for it, it can shortcircuit the wand and burn it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m sure Martha can take you to Glasgow so you can get yourself a new wand. You had a beginner one, make sure to buy a more advanced one this time,” said Borin.