Harry Potter Wand Guy Novels & Stories

asked a security guard while holding out an umbrella for her. "I think so," she replied, squinted to see who was the driving the car. Soon the car windows opened and Ryan schools his head, signaling Greta to get inside. Using an umbrella borrowed from security, she walked quickly and jumped into the SUV. "How did you come so fast? Did you use magic or something?" asked Greta very curiously. How could Ryan show up just seconds after she had told him that she needed help? Ryan snorted, "I'm a wizard, don't you know that? I'm a good friend of Harry Potter," he joked which didn't make Greta laugh at all.

"I was." "Not Sirius Black?" "No, Sirius Black was just a decoy. To give James' home an additional layer of protection, Sirius convinced James to change the keeper of the secret to an unsuspecting person and he would act as the secret keeper to attract the focus from the actual keeper, me." "How would you describe your wand?" "Short and brown, chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9¾ inches long." "Who is the owner of the bone white wand?" "The Dark Lord."

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

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."

he said and recited a ritual afterward. As Hunter was saying all those things, my mind was busy inspecting the woman's figure. I think I know her. She looks familiar to me. Soon, the woman moved. "She's moving," Conrad declared. "Thanks to uncle," Greg said proudly. "It's the wand that healed her," Hunter reckoned. "But it won't heal if you are not the one who uses it, right?" Greg insisted. "Wands can't just be used by anyone," Hunter spoke. "They only follow their master's command. So, yes, I cured her." Hunter surrendered. His nephew won't stop so he just agreed.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

He had already set his smart phone on speaker mode, and I could hear them talk to each other. Soon the wizard answered the call, and Joseph Andrews was almost shouting at him. How dare you break the promise you made to Joseph Andrews, “You wizard? I will see to it that I bring your wizardry to an end. I will ruin you and your entire community. Don’t forget that I am an influential person, and I can halt all the supplies needed for your magic, and you will be left without any profession.”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

A wand should be able to resonate with one's psyche to make use of its full potential. "Then how should I choose the right wand for me???" She sheepishly asked the owner of the shop. The owner seems to be in his sixties and he had a white long beard. He had a kind smile on his face and he radiated a deep aura of wisdom. "It is actually the wand who will choose you, little girl." Audrey took a step back upon hearing how the owner addressed her. But the owner just shook his head and laugh softly. "Your disguise is impeccable I agree to that, but it is still not enough to fool the eyes of experts, silly child. You should continue looking for your wand, you don't have to worry I will not tell yo

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.