Harry Potter Zonko Novels & Stories

I walked through the iron gate but stopped when someone called me. “Ma’am….” I turned around and found Ronan running towards me. He was one of the security guards in this place. “Hey, Ronan.” I forced a smile and walked up to him. He stopped, gasping for air. I frowned. “Is everything okay?” I asked and glanced at the building. “Children are inside, right?” He shook his head. “Children are gone.” Shocked, I cried, “Where?” “Did you know Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter passed away?”

Dominic kept his magic focused on the spot where his foe had disappeared for another few seconds, making certain that Viktor’s magical essence could never be regenerated. When he was satisfied that Viktor was destroyed forever, Dominic turned his attention to the oncoming zombies, who were no longer held in check by Viktor’s magic. “To my side, Halee,” he yelled, wanting the volkaane out of the way. Halee bounded to Dominic’s side as the wizard unleashed a wide swath of magic, instantly incinerating more than a hundred of the nearest creatures. There were still plenty more zombies behind them, but they were far enough away to give Dominic and Halee some breathing room.

Entering the packhouse, Zion returned to the room previously used by his witch and stumbled upon alarming inscriptions in a notebook marked, "He's mine." Zion opened the book, absorbing the information that revealed Kelson's crush on him since their first encounter. As he sank to his feet, still perusing what he recognized as Kelson's diary, his soul trembled at the devious acts Kelson had undertaken to deter other females from approaching him. Turning to the most recent entry, dated just a day prior, declared her resolve to eliminate Sky permanently. Within the pages, he discovered a spell intended to banish Sky's banshee like he asked but what he didn't realize was that Kelson went a step

I was expecting the master to plainly twist the knob and push open the door but of course, in the world of witchcraft, nothing can be simple. He instead maneuvered his palms in a vertical circle manner. After a few moments, we were taken aback by the sudden gust of wind that almost blew us away from the door, at the exact time, the double door flew open—revealing a dimly lit office, where a table stood tall in the middle and behind it was a broad shouldered silhouette under a dark cloak. We regained our posture and followed Master Zorylle, the only one who was unaffected by the strong wind. Ugh, wizards.

Adams chipped in and the others nodded in accordance. Harry stood up after he thought about something. “Why do I feel like he’s hiding something from us? Come to think of it, he drank a hot tea without feeling pains and he now appears inside his room mysteriously. I think we need to keep an eye on him.” Harry stated and exited the room leaving the two friends, Max and Adams with a confused express *ZARNAK’S ABODE* Theo got to a quiet place and transformed to the blue lightening as he flew high in the sky and finally landed in the cave.

“I’m Zack, by the way.” “Okay,” I said. Another minute later, “Hey, Kimia. What do you call a wizard who is good at calculus?” “Hermione,” I told him. “She’s good at arithmancy, not calculus,” Zack said without missing a beat. I snorted. “No,” he continued, “you call them a mathemagician.” “That was dumb,” I told him, but I couldn’t help grinning. He grinned back. “You’re smiling, though. I’ve got more.”

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Her tempting scent instantly tickled my nose. “Travelling with teleportation is very convenient.” With a small smile, I got up and met her halfway. Wrapping my arms around her thin waist, I kissed her cheek and said: "I'm going take you to the hospital.” Zoe's face hardened slightly. She pinched my cheek and studied me carefully. "I just saw you a week ago, but you look so tired now. Everything that happened definitely seems to be serious." We went to the hospital to see dad. After examining him, Zoe said concisely: "Franklin was poisoned with a paralysing potion. Just like the potions made by the black wizards, only the person who made this potion will have the antidote."

I had done my research and all the feedback suggested that he was a great shaman and would help break my curse but hearing him make such a statement, made me doubt for a second why I summoned him in the palace. The candles around us flickered eerily but his expression stayed calm. He was undisturbed by my rage. Too calm for someone I had just shouted at. He didn’t even blink. He stared into an elixir contained in a shabby pot. For a moment, the thought of him being an act crossed my mind but I pushed it aside.

Do-won said softly, almost conversationally, “do you practice dark arts? Occultism, perhaps?” Zane blinked. “Excuse me?” The words were ridiculous, but his heart jolted anyway. Dark arts? What is this, Mogwarts? Is he going to wave a wand and shout Mexpelliarmus at me? Zane mused. Do-won’s eyes didn’t budge. They only grew sharper with his lack of response. He moved slowly, deliberately, around Zane, gaze lingering on the scar that carved over his right eye. “I know almost everyone in this castle. Their histories, their families, their debts. They are clean. Predictable. But you—” he stopped, lips curling into suspicion, “you don’t belong here.”