Harry Potter Welsh Green Novels & Stories

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

She questioned him again. "Of course, I’m. The moment you started chanting the spell. I knew that you’re a witch because our language can’t be understood and read by others." "What spell?" Wylder sighed and flew like air from there to get the book of witchcraft. After a minute, he was back with the book and opened the page related to Green witches and all their details. Arabella grabbed the book quickly to see what are things written in the book only to realize that she couldn’t understand a word. She turned over the page to understand what was written on other pages but again, she failed to read anything.

His shoulder length curly black hair was messy, and his black beard unkempt. His almond shaped blue-grey eyes glow like a witch’s, his long straight nose looks like it was broken at some point and set poorly, his thin lips were twisted half in anger and half in concern. “He’s a friend, I trust him.” He darts over to Eliza, holding an amulet that’s glowing with a sickly green colour. Then looks at Eddie, “It’s her. There’s no doubt.” His voice has a strong Welsh accent, Eddie clenches his fists and snarls, Eliza stills then opens her eyes, staring at the man in awe then fear, then abject horror.

Easton noted, but Sally only smiled before taking a sip. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask about it. Dante Azeali, the wizard of the Left Green Wood,” Sally said, and Aurora nodded. “He was the nicest, kindest, and most charming of all men to ever grace the surface of the earth—the one-of-a-kind wizard the coven had ever seen.” Aurora raised a brow at her in surprise and confusion. “What the fuck is she saying?” Easton blurted, earning a scowl from Aurora.

Damon shakes his head with determination and extends his hands, pulling me back a step, slowly backing away as the wizard glares, a strange, particularly green light flashing endlessly in his irises. "We are offering you a last chance, Damon," the wizard speaks, and Damon shakes his head, chuckling as he throws his head back, laughing slightly.

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.