Hermione Wand Core Novels & Stories

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.

“Are there any other details you can remember? Even the tiniest piece of information can be helpful.” I shook my head, then realizing she couldn’t see me, I said, “No. Nothing else that I can think of—Oh, wait. Actually, there is one more thing that probably is significant. His wand was kind of strange. It was made of a red stone, but instead of the sides being smooth, they were faceted. For a second, when I first saw it, I thought it was made of ruby…” My words hung in the air, as Vee cracked open her eyes and pinned me with an intense stare. “Not a ruby,” she said. “A faceted red diamond.”

I heard him clapping. "Just do that and you'll defeat the other witch. Also if you keep drawing the energy around yourself and they are near you'll drain their powers significantly," he mumbled softly and I nodded feeling super confident. Eoin lifted up the wand we had found and Hoka explained that wands were good if you need to fire your energy to a specific point. "It's a birch wood wand and is used for protection. Use it to fight the bad witch for additional safety," he informed me. I took the wand and Hoka showed us both the correct way to hold it. He said the silver enhanced my energy and the moonstone was for focus.

He did not even look this happy when he had won the Science Olympiad a year ago. "Of course you are." I stood on the tip of my toes and gave his cheek a kiss. "So, what is that?" I pointed at the stick he was holding. Hunter looked surprised. "You do not know?" He brought the stick closer until I could finally see what it was. It was a replica of the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the history of magic wands. "Did you put the pieces back again? I remember Harry broke that one in Deathly Hallows."

But before her blood could touch the doll, the doll vanished suddenly. All the witches gasped with shock, and so did Wanda. "What happened? Where did the doll go?" Wanda screached. Everyone started to search the doll. But no one could find it. Now the doll is not just a doll. It is holding Wanda's core power. All the power she gathered over the years after sacrificing so many innocent lives. "No, no" Wanda screached. She pulled at her hair with rage. "Where did i go wrong? Where is the doll? Where is it?" she is going crazy with anger.

The question rose, the witches are known for casting spells and using mind control on different sort of supernaturals, so things like wands, dolls, handkerchief, a string were something that could be used But Trey nodded his head in denial to their dismay. “But he did notice the change in eye color”

"Jeckle had five flame crystal cores in his body, and he was injected with the red potion." "I don't know what's the red potion, but Jeckle only had two flame crystal cores in his body. I brought them back for you." Then, Demetra took out two flame crystal cores. Wilbur accepted them and said, "Thanks. I don't know how to repay you."

she handed it to me. I accepted it. “What is this?” I asked, confused. Trying to think of something. I did not recognize it. “It’s not yet my birthday,” I whispered. “Open it,” she ordered. I opened it. Inside the box was a white wooden wand, three emerald jewels embroidered on its side. “What! Y-you're giving me a wand? But I do not know how to use any spells,” I said.

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."

Low, amber strips that glow along the floorboards, creating a mood of heavy, golden anticipation. I walk to the back cabinet. It’s lacquered black wood, imposing and silent. I open it. Inside, coiled like sleeping snakes, are hanks of jute rope. They aren't the soft silk sashes we used before. These are raw, treated hemp. They smell of earth and oil. They have texture. They bite. Next to them sits a case lined in velvet. I open it. The Violet Wand. It’s an electro-stimulation device. A sleek, black handle with a glass electrode attachment shaped like a mushroom. It looks scientific, almost clinical, until you press the button and see the purple plasma arc crackle inside the glass.