Hogwarts Legacy One Eyed Witch Novels & Stories

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

The representative of the witches held her hands to Harry, and he walked straight towards her. She was an older woman, tiny, with deep green eyes. Runes could be seen spinning in them at times, a testament to her enormous power. She was chubby and wore thick, comfortable clothes that covered her body from her feet to her neck. She was a respected and beloved witch, but she had reached the end of her years, and soon a new representative would take her place on the Council. He pulled a small plastic bag from one of the pockets of his battle jacket where he had placed the six bloody fangs.

They flinch. “I’m your Luna,” I say. “Duskbane Luna, that’s the only title I claim, you want pack, you follow pack law, no more Hollow, no more feral, you’re wolves or you’re gone.” The eyeless one tilts its head. “And if we, choose wolf.” “Then we heal you,” I say. “The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.”

Until he catches sight of one of her eyes poking through the glass of a picture frame that’s covered in dust and mould. He fights the urge to clean the glass, and turns the frame around to open the back. He carefully pulls the photo out. It’s a bit mouldy and there’s what looks like water damage too. What has this thing been through? He looks at the two figures in the picture. There’s an older woman, with long curly grey hair and a lot of soft wrinkles. She has a nice face, a long nose and big almond shaped bright blue eyes that looked like they might be glowing. A Witch then.

There was a silver swan marking on her wrinkled hand, the mark of an ancient House of Witches. Amber gasped. . . A Hag~ The woman was a Hag. The pious breed of witches and the extinct one. It was then Amber noticed the woman's glassy eyes. She was blind. . . But she could see in ways people never dreamed of. How was this possible? A raven sitting on the Hag's shoulder made a low croaking sound, making its presence known. "Patience, my dear." The Hag's hiss made the raven go still as a statue.

She announced before turning to leave. "Impossible…. Then how did you acquire those eyes?". Hattie asked, she was extremely shocked by what she just heard. "I think you should ask Scarlett…. She's the one that got me into this mess in the first place after all". Her face was grumpy as she said…. If not for that stupid head Scarlett, she wouldn't have acquired this nonsense purple eyes. But she was still yet to discover how the hell she acquired red eyes. "Sca…. Scarlett?. You met with her?. But isn't she dead?". Everyone was aware that after thousands of years passed, Scarlett was the first witch to be chosen by the gods as the temporary Queen/ Leader, causing the pairs of purple eyes legacy

Be it the sect master of the Plenilune Sect or the grand elder, all of them dispelled the notion of jumping into the swamp. Only Hermione was a little unwilling to let it go. It was the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, after all. Even an ancient goddess from ancient times had some things that they coveted. “I have the Reflective Eye, as well as the treasure attire that my goddess master has given me. I’m not afraid! “I can chase after him. For the sake of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, it’s worth it.” Thinking of this, Hermione grabbed the Reflective Eye from her mind palace. The mirror whirled around her, and a silver light wrapped around her body before she too jumped into the swamp.

Thinking of her slowed my steps again. She was a witch of immense power, yet there was a softness to her that belied her strength. Legendary in name and sorrowful in life, Aunt Medina carried the Astral Eye like both a blessing and a curse. Fate had handed it to her as a gift, a rare treasure of vision and understanding, but it had also been a slow poison, gnawing at her soul until it finally consumed her.

A repugnant scent tackled me from behind, and my dragons protested inside my head. "Sire, you're back." I turned around to see Scorch hustling over with a filthy witch. Her silver hair was pinned in a bun on top of her head, and her white eyes were plastered on Hazel. "Oh, dear. What happened to her?" Her voice held pure concern for the Luna. I didn't need to ask who this witch was. Lucinda told me enough about Isis and how there are good witches out there and some other load of sheep shit. But I promised Lucinda no harm would come to her friend when the day comes.

I asked, cocking my head at her. My question made her pause, and she rallied, trying to present her case once again now that she believes she has my ear. “The eye of kharvoku is an ancient relic. It is a magical artifact of immense power. Mages of old used it to undo spells and curses, that is why it is called a breaker. For the spell and potion you need, the eye of kharvoku will perform two simultaneous jobs. The first which is in the potion, is to undo all the magic that gives them their power and the second, which is the spell, will act as their jailer. Any other spells the ministry or even the witches cast to restore their power to them will be broken by the eye. But since I cannot find