Helga Hufflepuff Narnia Mga Nobela at Kwento

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.

“Please help Helena, the Moon Goddess. Don’t let my darkness harm the mother of my children.” I didn’t know how much time passed like this in peace, but later, Helena’s panicked voice sucked all the air from my lungs. “I did everything as instructed, then why this spell isn’t working?” She quickly turned the pages to determine the fault in the procedure, her pale face crushed my heart. Suddenly, it crossed my mind. “The silver dagger is missing, Helly!”

Being here makes me feel like I’m home strangely enough “Come on Helia” The older woman said to young Helia. The little girl waved at Helia who smiled and waved back at her young self. As if that’s not weird. Celeste gracefully strode from the room followed by Hildegarde and young Helia. I turned my attention back to the Helia I knew, whose aberration seemed to be more transparent than before.

Cuffe asks again. "Yes. We already told you, Mr. Cuffe. My wife, Selena, inherited the magic title from Salazar and Helga, so she technically is Lady Slytherin and Lady Hufflepuff too." Just to make a point about what Erik just told Mr. Cuffe, Selena raised her right hand to the air and made the same grabbing gesture that Erik had made earlier during the interview. A silver longsword encrusted with emeralds and an Olde English inscription in the blade's body appeared in her delicate hand, shocking the two guests from the Daily Prophet.

With a wave of her hand and a whispered incantation, she cast a spell on the drinks, intending to weaken the werewolves' spirits and instincts. Unbeknownst to the revelers, they were consuming a potent potion that would make them vulnerable to Helga's malevolent designs. As the night progressed, Helga's spell began to take effect. The guests rejoiced, not realizing that their spirits and werewolf instincts were being weakened. Helga knew that this was her chance to strike and subdue them all. Amidst the festivities, Alex, Henrietta, and Charles were deep in conversation, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories of their adventures.

Helga’s cottage was nothing like I expected. No bubbling cauldrons or jars with suspicious ingredients. No animal skulls or dark magic symbols carved on walls. Just…a home. A warm and inviting one with herbs drying from the ceiling beam, a crackling fireplace and shelves lined with old books. It looked more like a scholar’s library than a witch’s lair. “Sit,” she said, gesturing to a worn wooden table in the center of the room. Three chairs waited, almost like she’d known exactly how many of us would come.

"That doesn't suit you at all. You should just go back and put on your warrior suit. Why pretend to be girly now, huh?" I wince and shift nervously. Helena is the pack's future Gamma and is only mean to me. I have no idea why she hates me. There's no way someone like her could be jealous of someone like me. Helena is gorgeous, with brilliantly long, wavy strawberry-blonde hair, bright blue-green eyes, and long creamy legs. She's wearing a bold sleeveless white-and-gold dress that leaves little to the imagination, and her makeup is on point, making her beautiful features pop even more.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

“It’s the dinner shift, from six to midnight.” “Good. I’ll take everything to the kitchens tomorrow, with detailed instructions for every remedy.” “You better come about this time, after we serve dinner upstairs.” “Of course. We can’t make them wait.” “Thank you, Joy.” Helga’s smile was open and honest. “I knew the rumors couldn’t be true.” “What did Selene and Aurora say about me?” “Oh, you know. You’re the offspring of an immortal and a witch’s apprentice. You stole your sister’s place, and set them up for them to lose their place among the parlormaids.”

Helga just finished braiding her hair. Malaika got up and changed her clothes. Her mind and body were prepared for whatever the drawbacks of learning magic. HELGA guided her toward the frozen lake beside a colossal glacier a few meters away from the house. Frode was busy shoveling the snow near the home, and he only observed them from a distance.