Harry Potter Welsh Green Novels & Stories

Without a doubt about the thoughts that were running through him at this moment, Will carried out the examination the next way, which was to start with himself getting ready to wear a black hooded robe with a phoenix logo in the center of the pin he was wearing. After that, he closed his eyes slowly as he began to recite the spell that had been in his memory for this action he was doing. A spell that totaled two hundred sentences if one looked at the book that every wizard from Will owned, the ancient spell book of the city of Dove. When the second sentence was read, a greenish black light emanated from Will's body.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Kids stop coughing, finding the air to breath and the ones that were down on the ground passed out, started to wake up as soon as the green stuff was away from them. Forming a small little ball, the green gas makes it's way to me and I hold on to it. "Wolfsbane." I say before shutting all the windows as the wind goes out and starting everyone. "Nos in tenebris absorbeat. Nemo me videat nisi."(engulf us in darkness. Let no man see but me.) I say, the entire room turning black. Wolfsbane is purple in color but someone gassed it up. Whoever tried to harm us with this gas, should be in this room and I was going to find him.

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

But why? “Just so I could kill you! This is for the future! We can not... I, the Green Witch can not allow him to rise to that position!” Wayne screamed and that moment, a dark-grey smoke began to emanate from him and moved in snake-like tendrils towards her. She screamed but suddenly, a bright yellow light came out of nowhere at Wayne and he fell to the ground unconscious. Olive stood dazed, with her heart beating so loud she was sure it could be heard downstairs.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

He would surely be happy for me. After Bella left, Dr. Wells remained in the room. He looked at the remaining half-bottle of potion Bella made and approached a cage containing a wounded rabbit. The rabbit had been bitten, with a gruesome wound on its abdomen, possibly affecting its internal organs. Dr. Wells decided that a green advanced potion was needed to help it recover. However, green potions were quite precious, capable of saving even a severely injured werewolf warrior. Using it on a rabbit seemed a bit extravagant. The half-bottle of potion Bella had left was just enough to alleviate the rabbit's injuries.

Cent corrected Matilda which only earned her another set of grunts from the zombie girl who would rather spend her lunch break at the Sinner’s café than be stuck near the hangout area of the Ambivalent students who were giving them a hard glare every chance they could get. The greenhouse was the Sinner’s Café counterpart for the Ambivalent students—only theirs was located inside the premise of the academy and not their dorm territories. Unlike the Sinner’s Café which looked like a witch’s den, they made the greenhouse of transparent glass from its walls to its roof—making it easy for Maleficent to see Merlin, who was sitting behind a bush and reading another set of enormous book. Merlin was