Hermione Granger Wand Core Novels & Stories

"Mr. Weasley, I noted, during class, that your wand is not in the better of conditions. Can you show it to me?" Erik asked the boy, whose face went as red as his hair. But he retrieved his wand from a side pocket and presented it to Erik. The poor thing had seen better days, of that Erik was sure off. It was twenty nine centimeters long, made of ash wood with a core of unicorn hair. Erik could identify the wand's core because he could see it. The wand's tip was chipped and the point of the unicorn hair could be seen in it. It was broken in the middle too, but it had been stuck together with the use of an adhesive tape. "That wand would not do, Mr. Weasley. Continuing to use it will only dama

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

" Valenar "I've located her." Valenar grimly revealed, coming out of his trance. The selected coven of Ravenclaw elders held hands around the scrying table in Quinley's newly acquired corner shop. They had been trying for the last three hours to locate Maria. In the middle of the table was an item of the little girls clothing and a small amount of blood from both of her parents, which Valenar combined, but before he had been able to complete the scrying incantation his eyes had rolled back into his head and he'd gone into a deep trance, the other elders were powerless to help, as they couldn't let go of his hands in case the spell imploded and trapped Valenar wherever he was. They stayed tha

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

What Draco hated was seeing someone biting the hand that feeds him. This dead right-hand man had not only stolen the weapon design blueprint from his boss, but investigation also proved that he had been messing with some of the shipping vessels that transported the weapons, causing it to delay. He had also been swapping some materials for the production of weapons and replacing them with inferior goods so that, in the long run, when such materials are used in the making of the gun, they cause it to be defective. It makes it so that the day you are in dire need of using the gun, it jams and refuses to fire when you pull the trigger.

“I want to know if she can be cured and won’t have to black out once her powers are awakened. If she keeps blacking out, she could be in danger when the enemy is near. Can you help her with that?” Agatha sighed. “Yes, there’s a herb we witches use to strengthen the core since we mostly store our magic in the core, which is located in the lower abdomen. It can also repair the core, thankfully. But you would have to take it every day for a week for your core to fully heal.” Rowan breathed out in relief. “Please, Agatha… I will really be grateful if you can give my mate those herbs,” he murmured. “I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

“Is that yours?” “Yes, I was trying to throw a stronger laser spell to cut off his hands, but it was as if the spell got stuck in the wand and it burned it inside-out.” “It happens. We aren’t witches. For us, a wand acts mainly as a conduit and amplifier for our energy. If we load it with too much energy at once or try to cast a spell too strong for it, it can shortcircuit the wand and burn it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m sure Martha can take you to Glasgow so you can get yourself a new wand. You had a beginner one, make sure to buy a more advanced one this time,” said Borin.

The more I laughed and wiggled, the happier the wand seemed to have gotten. Others were starting to take notice and were gawking at me. I grabbed the leather handle, stopping it from poking me further, and it rested in my hand comfortably. I almost didn’t notice the loud gasping of those around me just as the warning bell sounded, causing everyone to scatter the halls. Examining the wand, I noticed that it was wrapped tight to hold the seven different colored gems, small and polished. Purple, indigo, sky blue, green, yellow, orange, and finally red, at the very base of the handle.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.