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A rue gasp escaped me, this was why my legs suddenly felt too weak, what are they planning, why am I still feeling hurt when I've long left this body. "Oh, Abel was getting all worked up with my constant worries for the pet," he gave me a flat glare, something's definitely not right, are they after me. "I heard you're a surgeon but you haven't bothered checking on the pet which should be your main aim," I growl inwardly who was this mother fucking wizard, he smiled and whispered some dull words to Draco -- I wouldn't want to know anyways, Draco whispered back to the prince and I almost thought it was my turn to hear the whisper as my ears strained trying to get a thing from their hush whispe

Petigrew found alive and the true Potters' betrayer! By Clark Quenti You didn't read wrong, dear readers. Yesterday, during an extra meeting of the Wizengamot called by the Director of the DMLE, Madam Amelia Bones, Peter Petigrew was presented alive. The supposed dead war hero was there to be judged by the body with charges of conspiracy and accomplice to the murder of Lord and Lady Potter, the murder of twelve muggles, the faking of his own death, and, believe it or not, being an unregistered animagus.

The witchhy bitch, Morgana, had hurt her, burned her, no doubt mind-raped her…and most likely all while he and Pearl were hiding together in the small cave, waiting for the Red to move on from the standing stones. Again, he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he had realised the ettin hadn’t stumbled through the vortex accidentally, if he’d been paying attention to the magic fluxes in the air… “I’m sorry.” Pearl gripped his shoulder. Resentment welled up, though he knew it was misplaced. It wasn’t her fault they had gotten off to a rocky start; it wasn’t anyone’s fault. But it all sucked nonetheless. “She was strong,” he grated. “She resisted the mindspeak, tried to hold on to he

So I add, “Unless you’d rather it be her. I didn’t hesitate to use my own brother to feed the Hallow, so why wouldn’t I use his daughter?” Delaney flinches, then slowly, with trembling hands, reaches for the spellbook. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, clearly pleased. I can’t help but smile. Everything is coming together. Soon, I’ll be the most powerful warlock in the world. With the Hallow at my side, no one will be able to stop me, not even the Warren Heir.

“I hope you had nothing to do with this.” “Absolutely not!” he snapped. “I’m not as foolish as the others, starting a war just for pride! And there’s no way I would order anyone to hurt my daughter!” I pouted. “Good, then. Now let’s gather all the Moon Dust warriors and see if my theory is correct.” Although Harry looked unhappy about being ordered around, he had no choice but to comply. He called the warriors—using the mind link, of course—and soon enough, those werewolves began arriving at the headquarters from all directions.

'I'm going to count to five. Elia and Lance braced themselves after receiving detailed instructions from Henry. Henry looked his adversaries in the eyes, unfazed. The hands he placed behind his back, lit up as two magical circles ignited, but the glow had been obscured by the crowd. The wizard on the other side noticed a disturbance in the atmosphere. But it was too late. [Grass Volley] [The Vine Fortress] "Be careful!" Even though the mage shrieked, he couldn't escape the vine that impaled him on the dormitory wall.

I attacked again and she immediately fought back while the old Mage just kept staring and watching us. "Stop this, please" the woman added. "Phoebe!!" the old mage shouted. "He's not on our side!!, he killed all the monsters in this land... He deserves to die!." The woman did not listen to what the mage said... in my next attack she caught my hand and quickly grabbed my sword and thrust it into my back with the sword on fire. "Well done Phoebe, I never doubted you" the mage had a smirk on his lips as he uttered those words.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

The air hums with tension, every fiber of my being tuned to the magic coursing through the earth. The mages struggle to regroup, their attempts to cast spells fizzling out faster than they can blink. “This isn’t possible!” one of them cries, their voice shrill. “You underestimated us,” Soren growls, slamming a mage into the ground. A surge of energy ripples through the ley line, jolting me. My concentration wavers, and the edges of the trap flicker. “Cerelia!” Percy shouts, fending off a desperate mage.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.