Novel & Cerita Hermione Granger Wingardium Leviosa

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

“And the dragon?” My throat closed at the thought of its eyes—black, ringed with fire-red pupils, eyes that reminded me too much of her. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Maybe it was her doing. Maybe she conjured it. We can’t know what kind of power a witch still carries—not when we thought they were all gone.”

Eleanor in contrary didn't seem fazed by his violent behavior and still looked at him and calmely answered, "No, I am not, it is the true!" Alphonse pleaded to stop her while calling her name, "Lea!" "Alphonse! stay out of this!" Francis shouted to him with his eyes still on Eleanor and told her, "Then prouve it! right now!" "As you wish.." She said that and just after pronounced a spell loudly enough for them to hear it, she looked at the cookies on the table and a moment after she finished saying her spell those cookies levitated in the air.

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore. Morgan raised his hand to wipe away her tears; he just couldn't keep seeing her crying so hysterically and heartbroken. But when she saw his action, she flinched and backed away from him with her eyes filled with fear. His pupils shrank violently as he stared at her. ‘She was afraid of him. Did she think he would hurt her?’ He thought.

After the thread tied Liam's body until his wolf form rolled to the ground, Julie didn't feel anything anymore. "Who is that witch?" Julie sighed for the umpteenth time. She ruffled her own hair in frustration with the situation. She decided to stop thinking about it. Finally, she sat herself back down on the bed and took some lemon balm from her drawer. She waved her hand in front of the leaf and made it levitate with a levitation spell. She created a flame after making it levitate,, and she she extinguished the flame by blowing on it. The burning smoke of lemon balm could be used by her to calm her tense nerves.

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem to have an echo, reverberating around us. — With blood and fire I Thee send ...With blood and fire I Thee send ... —To the place where you belong… Where you belong... — Hoping that my future bends ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

Emily nodded, allowing her anger at what happened to the coven to take root in her mind, then she channeled it into her apartment as she hummed the words of the spell. Another energy mixed with hers, then she felt a thrilling vibration sweep through her. Emily cracked one of her eyes open and gasped, The pieces of glass were levitating in the air. Because she lost concentration everything came crashing down. Jacqueline groaned, "Come on focus!" Emily pouted, she was excited by what she saw. They held hands together and chanted the spell again until the mess in Emily's Apartment was fixed. As they finished, Emily's phone began ringing again. For reasons unknown to her, her heart plummeted and

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.