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After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

“Yes, very fast.” He held his staff tighter and closed his eyes, stepping backward. He brought his powers together and focused them on a spot. It had been a while since he held his wand thoughtless of using it. He might be a little rusty but he could make it work for he was the great Wizard Jonathan! He closed his eyes tighter and in a flash, he was no more wearing a Hawaii shirt and shorts but the proper attires for a wizard. He had a long and big robe on making him look very thin. There was a long crooked yellow hat on his head. It had an inscription of a yellow eagle.

Harold POV I Harold hades am a proud wizard. I have lived for a century and in everything I do, I do with precision. I have fought wars and i have won. I have faced many formidable enemies and I have won all battles. I am not a failure, I am not a quitter neither am I a coward. I can not sit back whilst I am being insulted by a mere teenager. Even this Azanian has no right to display such prowess in my face.I will not stop until i have won this war. One way or the other, I will find Summer's weakness.

His long golden hair was in a long ponytail top-knot and he bowed before me. "I'm sorry about this, Luna. But I can't lose any more of my pack." My mates howled again but the man wrapped a clear bubble around me and we rose in the air. I couldn't stop the fear creeping through me. Only wizards had power like this. I had been so wrong. Things could indeed get worse.

“I didn't see what I'm actually wishing to see. I was only shown my mom, who encountered rogues and was saved by a man who held something like a wand. Moreover, he seemed to have said some incantations, seeing how the rogue wolves all fell to their death.” Alana and Denver both took sharp glances at one another, which was confusing to me. “Is there something I'm missing, perhaps ?” “Did you just say you saw a man with a wand who said some incantations and the rogues ended up dead on the floor?” Alana asked. “Yes.” “Then, could it be the great wizard of all time, Lord Badmos?” “I think so. He's the only great Wizard who uses a wand. No one could defeat him, not even the vampires. Though he di

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."

"How can you only get a score of zero, Kirey? Fortunately, Mr. Dani corrected his words earlier. If everything is repeated, I'm sure you will receive another curse!" I looked at Harry who was driving after their class ended 15 minutes ago. Mr. Dani, our general course lecturer, shared the results of our exams. And guess what? I got rank one from the bottom. Harry immediately pulled me out of the classroom before much of the cursing I heard from them. And all I'm doing right now is staring at Harry disinterestedly, and not knowing him. I still had time to ask Harry for some more candy. "It's not that I don't want to answer that question!" I finally started to speak up. At least I have to defe