Harry Potter Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

Trudging behind him was Greyson with his hands on his pocket and a laid back expression on his face. “What is his name?” “The books never mentioned his name. It was only mentioned how he was very powerful and the speculations about him having a relationship with the black magic users.” “But why was his wand here if he was said to have a connection with black magic?" "They said his wand was so powerful that no one can hold it unless someone as powerful as him was born and was chosen by the wand to become its new master.” Wow, that was straight OP. I stared back at the wand. It was really beautiful. I wonder why people ignore it.

She fastened her gaze on Dominic as the wizard got ready to cast the spell. “Drakmarata numidus,” he called out. He didn’t really need to voice the spell out loud—his centuries of mastering the waziri magic had long ago rendered that unnecessary for most spells—but he did it for Leesa. At the same time as he uttered the magic words, he waved his right hand slowly across his body in front of him. Behind his hand appeared a tall swath of darkness so black Leesa could see nothing inside of it. Dominic had effectively disappeared in the blackness.

He still felt the pain he felt that day. He unconsciously touched his right arm. A scar was there. Something that reminded him daily of the decision he took on that day. Leaving memory lane and into reality, he focused on the book in front of him. It was a leather-bound book with brown color. He flipped it up the page which he had been looking at for a month. He needed to see Dane. And that would only be possible through the use of dark magic. No witch was born with the ability to teleport m they could do other simpler magic but not teleportation. He had done that a number of times and it was taking a toll on his soul.

Kitty finally let go of his nipples, but then she curled up her leg between his and pressed herself against his body. It was harder and harder for him to talk to her seriously. "You mean..." Erebus frowned to try to focus on his thoughts, "The Queen's new wand?!" Kitty nodded. "It was an ancient spell, quite powerful as well," Kitty said, "Borrowing the soul of an ancient magic item's soul." "You mean using your mom's old wand?" "Yes." Kitty nodded with a frown, "dead magic items have no power themselves, but they had the trace of magic forever in them, and a powerful like that, is the perfect vessel for that spell."

His pair of fused eyebrows showed that he was thinking hard at the moment. "If it's based on Ruby's explanation of the magic spells, it's impossible for black magicians to move around without anyone knowing. In this world, there are no extraordinary magics such as teleportation or making the body transparent like the histories which I think are exaggerated. But, the world has never known how and what a black witch looks like." I leaned my back against the wall with far-flung thoughts.

he swore several times. "Let me try something," Theria flew high in the air and darted off into the distance. Warren waited, and she returned a few minutes later, "Okay, the enchantment seems to affect the ground only and not the air." "I can't fly. You'll have to find Eve and Duchess..." He paused and handed one of the magic bells they acquired from the grassy spirits earlier. "Be careful. It's a powerful object. Cover your ears when you use it." "What about you?"

He looked at the kids he left behind, as if he told them he was not chosen at random - the boy who would become, in his opinion, the best student of the school of magic. Arrogantly, he took out of a leather sheath, a wand so beautifully carved that it seemed to be a jewel, a very important family heirloom, and then he got close to the professor. “Please explain to us what Elizabeth did wrong.” Alexander took an elegant position as a swordsman and began to speak: “The spins she had to do with the wand had to be inward and stop at one point.” The boy performed the necessary movements like a skilled swordsman, with the elegance of a dancer, and then he said:

“So now that it has gone off? What do you think I should do?" "I think you should shake the wand the way fairies do if you have ever seen one. Thing is, it waited for you to make use of it and when you did not Immediately, it went dead. It is now on you to rouse it again and make use of it–“ I explained. I hoped I was right since she was looking at me trustingly, ready to absorb every detail that escaped my lips even though I had said not long ago that I was next to clueless about magic and wands.

The only reason I keep trying is because my mother and grandmother want me to. There are different types of spells. The ones where you say the words aloud usually work better with a wand but are not always necessary. The very experienced and strongest witches who have full control of their powers can cast these spells without a wand. Then, there are the spells where you use your hands to touch or hover over the object or person and concentrate using your mind. This technique is best used for healing wounds, which happens to be what my mother and grandmother are best at. Using your mind can also be used to change or move objects.

"People born with magical abilities can use magical wands. That's a special wand. It won't work for anyone other than me. Give it back before you hurt yourself. I have not concerned about you but if you get pain, it will affect her which I don't want to happen." Maayan warned and I wondered what's the speciality to that wand that made Maayan so tensed. But Akhilan didn't seem to listen to him. "Let's see." He muttered and I saw him blowing on the end of the wand and a breeze of fire came out of the tip of the wand. I gasped and got down from the counter. "How did you do that?" I asked in complete awe. "Impossible!" I turned towards Maayan on hearing his voice in disbelief.