Hermione Steals Grimoire From Harry Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I know he will fight Craige once he makes a wrong move and he's just trying to control the situation. "No! This talk is dismissed and I will meet you in a war instead!" He said in rage with finality in his voice before turning into a werewolf and leaving the palace in mess and leaving me there, smirking at my father who's now looking at me as if he's done. "I can't believe you, Hermione! How dare you disobey me! You do know what the consequences of what you did are! How can you be so selfish?" He shouted at me, still controlling his temper but I know that he will lose it just in a few seconds.

“And headmistress Morwen?” “Headmistress Morwen fears me,” Harry said with a chuckle that wasn’t entirely human. “She should. Once, she tried to bind me to her will. She failed. But she thinks she has another way now.” His eyes moved to me, sharp and knowing. “You.” My skin went cold. “Me?” “Yes.” His tone softened, but words were sharp. “ Raven left you with a fragment of his power when he died,That power is dangerous. Headmistress Morwen craves for it. She’ll tear the academy apart to claim you.”

Her voice had been soothing with rich quality, but when asking her question, it was crackly. "Greta? Unfortunately, she is with him. Sorry I can't scare her off all the time." Alaric looked apologetically towards Pru. "Why do you have a problem with Greta?" I asked as I stood up from the floor, brushing off the backside of my jeans. "She has something of mine," Pru grumbled. “Greta has Pru’s grimoire.” Alaric answered the confused looks Matt and I had written on our faces. "What?! How did she get your grimoire?" I was furious for Pru; no wonder she didn't like Greta.

I murmured back, the hitch in my voice betraying me. Declan smirked and squeezed my hand. His touch doesn’t irk me anymore. In fact, it was much more comforting than Nurse Kerri’s cookies. I liked it, but I remained stoic. I didn’t squeeze Declan’s hand in return, but he seemed okay with that. Nurse Kerri pulled out a grimoire from the kitchen cabinet. It was an odd place to hide her witchy things, but what do I care about it? As long as she finds us, Lia, I will be grateful for her help.

Talon’s eyes were focused on something behind me, and I quickly turned to see what he was looking at, thinking it had to be the person that had come to his aid, but there wasn’t anyone behind me but Joffrey. “I think it is time we leave. They will send more men when these ones don’t return.” Joffrey says, but I have the feeling he wasn’t just talking to me. As he begins to pull me towards the door, I stop him, when I spot the grimoire lying on the floor that I had dropped, and I quickly rush over to it, kneeling to pick it up. But as I kneel, a gust of wind softly grazes my face, and the necklace around my neck begins once again to glow, as the fairy I had seen in the bookstore appears, maki

They’d be able to get in contact with them if they needed them for something. The witches were having their own issues. Veronica’s situation turned up quite a mystery to them. Veronica found the grimoire hiding in a well warded tree stump and she hadn’t been the one to steal it from the private library. Now they were searching for who was the thief and how they had stolen it without their protections going off. Then there was the fact they’d hidden it in a tree stump behind several protections. Why? Why not leave it where it was?

Her heart yearned for the coveted position. I will ensure she never gets her hands on the position she desires. The pack was in agony over the loss of their leader, consumed by grief and despair. However, they seemed oblivious to the culprit responsible for this heinous act. But I knew the truth - Hermione had committed this unforgivable deed. *** BLAKE POV

I had no intention of becoming the eleventh. I paced around Adonis's sickbed like a madman, desperately searching my mind for any scroll or spell that could save him. Then, it hit me. I remembered the grimoire I’d stolen from my old pack before my exile. It contained all kinds of dark spells and incantations—and one of them was exactly what I needed. During one of my earlier medical checks, I had managed to swipe a piece of Adonis's parchment from his desk. But to actually perform the spell, I needed something far worse: a piece of his skin.

“You need to be locked up for all I care.” “Thief?!” I was stunned. “I haven't stolen anything. Let me go.” “I found it in her room.” Camilla turned to Zevran instead. Something glistened underneath the chandelier, and I realized it was a diamond pendant, or necklace “Hermoine has been searching for it for a while now, and we just happened to find it in her room.”. “You're lying! I've never seen that thing in my life. ” I spat out loud. “you're fucking lying. Is this what you're being taught at those sloppy and fancy schools you attend?! If that's the case, I thibj you should go get your money back.”

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than