Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Legacy Garreth Weasley

“You don’t get to- “The creature is caught off by a swift punch in the face, knocking him out. It takes a few more minutes maybe less and everything is in place. The Shade guild member is tired in the air by the ignited arcane ropes. His small frame is attached to the wooden, overhead columns that are present. His ankles are tied in such a way that his legs are spread to their respective sides and attached to the base foundations of the hovels used to hold animals. In short, he was not moving a muscle. His face is fully exposed. Young, shirtless, and knife ears that have jewelry in them. The crew set outside of the barn in the dark and are waiting for him to wake from his slumber. Garth is t

"I helped." Near the dais, Alexander moved with lethal grace, his sword carving through a witch's spell mid-cast. The magic fizzled into smoke just before it could strike Garry, who repaid the favor by sinking his fangs into the witch's shoulder. Then Endora barked. "There!" Endora's voice cut through the fray. "The leader!" My gaze snapped to the hooded figure slinking toward the servants' entrance. Garry and Alexander moved as one, tackling him to the ground. The witch's hood fell back, revealing a face I recognized— Councilman Harte, his eyes now glowing an unnatural yellow.

“Don't you remember? Perseus Houroux is the one who sent you to the hospital! Those lines in the middle of your chest are a claw mark he gave you!” I looked down, seeing the five lines there, and fell to my knees again. Yes, Perseus had done that… I shouldn't have survived… “I know! You only survived because Gáta and I arrived in time!” Ivar said and then showed the witch who was near the door. Gáta… She is a Moira witch, who deals with Destiny.

"I-I-I apologize. I'm Esmerelda Goodwyn, Elder of Thunder Whitecloud." I nodded. "Greetings and salutations, Esmerelda." I turned to the man sitting next to her. He chuckled. "I'm Garreth Whitehead." He looked to be of Asian descent, but where he'd gotten a name like Garreth was anyone's guess. His dark hair was brushed back from his face. His dark eyes twinkled as he nodded at me.

His head rolled to the side, his eyes wide in shock, unseeing. My heart shattered as the witch stepped back, her task complete. Simon’s decapitated body lay still, a gruesome sight that filled the room with an unbearable silence. Beth, who was spellbound to the wall beside me, broke down in tears, her sobs echoing through the room. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even wipe away the tears that flowed freely down her face. Her whole body trembled, the weight of the scene crashing over her. She couldn’t look away from the horror before her. None of us could.

"Go on, Scarlett. Who was this human?" Scarlett hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice soft but firm. "His name was Gareth. He left Celestria a while ago, but I remember his fascination with our abilities. He would often inquire about the mechanics of our longevity." Viggo's expression shifted from confusion to realization. "Gareth... Yes, I've heard of him. He had ambitions that extended beyond his human lifespan." Richard leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Could it be that he was connected to Gandalf somehow?"

Harvey stands by the doorway, silent and still, arms crossed, his presence a living barrier against distraction. Garren’s hand rests against the armrest. There's pin-drop silence while he watches everyone in the room. “The relics are awake,” he says. He makes sure to deliberately keep his voice low. “All relics tied to the prophecy are glowing. You know what that means." A murmur rises and dies immediately. Elder Wade leans forward, tightening his lips, his eyes searching the rest of the others for confirmation, but he only finds apprehension mirrored back. Archer swallows, then risks the words he’s been holding. “The White Witch,” he mentions."

Alex sounded nervous A few minutes passed of us waiting for Ophelia and I was wondering if she was even going to come back. "You looked like you really enjoyed that kiss," Hannah cleared her throat. "Still some fire left for an old crazy flame?" "I didn't and no," Levi's voice was a growl and his eyes met mine briefly before he looked away again, "it was the only way to get Garret back." Rustling came from the bushes and Ophelia emerged with Garret and a swarm of wendigo's behind them. Garret was blindfolded and his hands were tied behind him.

Gareth didn't even try to stop me; he just drifted back listlessly, letting me into his cold, hollow sanctuary. I slammed my helmet onto the marble bar and turned to face him. "Gareth, I need an explanation. And I’m not leaving until I get the long version." Gareth walked behind the bar. He didn't offer me a drink. He just leaned heavily against the counter, his knuckles white as he stared at his own reflection in the polished stone. "She knows everything, doesn't she?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "About who I am. About... Hamilton Heritage."

However, he’d throw me into his meat- grinder wars before I could blink, If my father knew I could fight. Don Malrec Thornvale did n’t indeed look at us. His eyes were bloodshot, projected on the cards in his pulsing hands. contrary him sat Garron Blackmere. Garron was not a bettor ; he was a scavenger. He smelled the spoilage on our family and came to peel the skin back. " I’m all in," Malrec croaked. He did not slide chips. He slid a single, essay- dampened diploma across the green felt. " What the f**k is that?" Garron asked, his voice a low grate.