Novelas y relatos de Harry Potter Y El Legado Maldito

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.

Harper felt Wyatt's grip on her hand tighten as he said in a low voice, "Did you find anything?" Scarlett nodded, her expression grave. "I extracted something from that glass that doesn't belong to the werewolf continent." "What is it?" "Black Mandrake, a secret potion exclusive to the witches."

assured Daniel. "He has always been manipulative and competent," murmured Leo in his mind. The nostalgia, the yearning and the desire to tread old ground flowed from Pandora’s box the moment he saw Rachel with her son, who resembled him closely. It was a lid Leo wanted to try to slam open and certainly struggled to conjure a happy ending. Later, Rachel basked in a large bathtub filled with warm water mixed with just the right amount of Epsom salt, scented lavender and rosemary herbs while Alex slept for the night.

Melvina questioned, her hands remaining clasped with Peter’s. At their return, he had joined them to hear the results of their goings-on, after communicating his plans with the pack, since Derek had refused to leave his room yet. “I’m not sure. But if I am to take a guess, they don’t. If there’s someone that might, it would be Leo. But he isn’t here. He would have been the best person to let us know more about the personality of this Legardo and the one that had fathered him. Surely, he must have something to say. Legardo also is very connected to magic and witches. As a matter of fact, I don’t think that Leonarya is the only witch that he is working with.” Fayot answered, after a beat.

‘I guess you are flattering me Sir,’ Ima said yieldingly. ‘You should know that am not the type of men who shower flatteries anyhow, I call the truth as it is. The old woman, May her soul continue resting in peace, wasn’t wrong when she named you the sole heir to her empire. She saw what thousands failed to spot in you and am sure wherever she is, she is very proud of you.’

Faster than I could blink, I suddenly found myself sifting through another memory, looking at a small boy with inky black hair and vivid green eyes, his gaze so lost and sad as he looked at the large and black wooden box lying before him, muddled chants slithering in my ears as that wooden box slowly lowered into the ground. I startled as my gaze suddenly landed on the dark soil beneath my bare feet, my ears filling with a different set of chants and whispers as I looked at the simple white dress covering my body, hearing someone call my name before my eyes met a pair of glowing golden ones, their intensity robbing the breath out of me, feeling the sting of something slicing at the skin on m

We reached the base of the spire just as the moon broke through the clouds. And there she was. Headmistress Morwen. She stood at the center of the summoning circle, her silver-streaked hair lifted by the wind, She carried the Obsidian box in her hands. The Key to the Shadow Vault. The one thing that could unleash the Hollow Army, an army of cursed souls bound to the will of its master. Harry stepped from the darkness. His presence warped the air, bending light and shadow. His silver eyes burned, not with triumph, but with something darker.