Harry Potter Wand Generator Novels & Stories

So, I shouted one spell out loud, and it worked. ‘But only witches can use wands, so how is this possible?’ Leon asks. I take the wand from my pocket, whirl it around, and point at a shrub, ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say, and we watch as nothing happens. I pass the wand to Gianna. ‘Inferno Flamo?’ she says. Again, nothing happens. ‘Why does it only work for May?’ I ask. Nina takes the wand. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She says, and a gigantic ball of flame appears and flies fiercely through the air over a mountain. We hear the impact in the distance, causing a touch of smoke to rise into the sky.

Suddenly it explode in my face and its glistening glittery ashes-like parts reformed into a wand. "Woww..."I opened my palm and it rested on it slowly. As it touched my palm, I felt its pleasing coldness and smooth texture was amazing. I held it with both of my hands and checked every inch of my wand. It was fully detailed and elegant. It was Royal Blue twelve inches stick and a snowflake at the holder part where my thumb should settle. "Not bad," If I was not problematic and down, I would be jumping and bragging about how beautiful it was. I would keep saying how amazing it is. If the situation was just different. But at least, it left my mood up and brought me the courage to continue today

What did they expect? Uncle Zeb pokes him and pushes Uncle Jeb out of the way. "Leave the girl alone. She's only been a witch a few days. How long did it take you to take your magic? Years! JEB YEARS!" Uncle Zeb scolds him. Uncle Zeb sits down beside me. He is smiling at me. Uncle Zeb touches the amulet around my neck. "I made this for your mother. We knew someday you would come for it, and we wanted to make sure no one except you could take this magic," Uncle Zeb says.

Micca leaned over and sniffed the bundle I placed in front of her. I picked up everyone one by one. “Yarrow, mugwort, rose, rosemary, and ginkgo. Alone and they aren’t much but together, with a little sacrifice and the right words, and we have a spell.” I handed the last bundle to Wendy. “I’ll go first.” I placed the candle in the center of the bowl and lit it. “Fuck.” I got up and went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and came back. “A knife?” Hanna paled, but I just chuckled.

"Mr. Weasley, I noted, during class, that your wand is not in the better of conditions. Can you show it to me?" Erik asked the boy, whose face went as red as his hair. But he retrieved his wand from a side pocket and presented it to Erik. The poor thing had seen better days, of that Erik was sure off. It was twenty nine centimeters long, made of ash wood with a core of unicorn hair. Erik could identify the wand's core because he could see it. The wand's tip was chipped and the point of the unicorn hair could be seen in it. It was broken in the middle too, but it had been stuck together with the use of an adhesive tape. "That wand would not do, Mr. Weasley. Continuing to use it will only dama

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if not, then they would kill anyone who dares…. I gulped, “So it chooses you?” “Yes, this also prevents anyone from stealing a wand. Stealing it is considered a crime and punishable by death,” She said, “I see you are curious about it…” I nodded, “When can I get one?” Even though I am half-witch, it must still be in my blood right? So I should have my own… “Oh, whenever a witch reaches the puberty age of 12, the teachers would guide us in the eternal tree where the branches would spring off a wand specifically made for you.”

“Are there any other details you can remember? Even the tiniest piece of information can be helpful.” I shook my head, then realizing she couldn’t see me, I said, “No. Nothing else that I can think of—Oh, wait. Actually, there is one more thing that probably is significant. His wand was kind of strange. It was made of a red stone, but instead of the sides being smooth, they were faceted. For a second, when I first saw it, I thought it was made of ruby…” My words hung in the air, as Vee cracked open her eyes and pinned me with an intense stare. “Not a ruby,” she said. “A faceted red diamond.”

he asked quietly, “that telling me this might cost you your chance to go to the battlefield?” “If I hadn’t broken her work, that opportunity would have belonged to her.” After a pause, Lan said, “In that case, study the commission first.” He looked at me and smiled faintly, his eyes shining like violet crystal. “If you truly want me to take her back… then put your heart into crafting this wand.” “Alright!” I agreed with one hundred and twenty percent confidence. But about five minutes after Lan left, I completely regretted being so confident. The commission listed only five primary materials: