Hogwarts Legacy Scriptorium Novels & Stories

I love her for this. My stomach twists with the information. I hadn't checked either of my phones, staying as far away from communication as I could. Why would he do that? Jacob shifts in his position before rolling his eyes at El's side note. "Anyway, we were in advanced potions, and a girl—I can't remember her name—was asking about demonic scripture and how it is used to twist a potion into something different. She said some historians say it can intensify or reverse the intended nature of the potion. Have you heard about this before?" he asks me.

Lucien was resting in a nearby alcove, his breathing heavy but rhythmic, his brothers standing guard like living statues of gold and shadow. In the center of the room, the obsidian records from the Archive lay spread across a massive drafting table, their dark surfaces gleaming under the flickering chandeliers. Beside them, Evangeline’s medical tablet was active, displaying high-resolution scans of the human cortex. A desperate attempt to find a logical bridge between the science she knew and the sorcery she had inherited. Evangeline leaned over the table, her fingers pressing into her temples.

The pack elders had ordered absolute stillness to ensure the silver poison didn't permanently corrupt his marrow. During her own previous confinement when her limb had been scarred during a hunt, Lucas had meticulously recorded every tactical lecture and transcribed the ancient runes for her use, ensuring her rank didn't slip despite her absence. She desired to return the favor, but her low-grade communication stone lacked the capacity to capture high-level magical projections. She was forced to ask Lucas to manage the archives on her behalf.

"Lady Lumira, if you'd be so kind as to undo your handiwork so we can begin High Sorcery, I'd appreciate it. Try to keep the silence for the library, hm?" I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. I gave a small, graceful nod. Labia Solveantur, Vox Redit. I felt the snap of the mana retreating back into my skin. Ivy's jaw suddenly flew open with an audible pop, sending her stumbling backward into her seat. "You!" Ivy gasped, her voice shrill and trembling. "You... you freak! You..." "Another word, Miss Thornfield," Hecateus cut her off without looking up from the board, "and I'll let her do it again. And I won't ask her to undo it until the final exam in June."

Suzan was in there. We had no choice. I reached for the door, my fingers trembling as I pushed it open. The creak of the hinges echoed through the trees, a slow, agonizing sound that sent a chill crawling up my spine. Inside, the air was thick with dust, stale and unmoving, as if the place had been sealed away from time itself. The floor was littered with debris, old wooden planks warped from years of decay. Strange symbols covered the walls, their jagged shapes illuminated by the dim flicker of a single candle resting on a crooked table. The shadows in the room seemed alive, shifting in unnatural ways, stretching and curling as if they were watching us.

“Lucas. You need treatment. I should get my assistant.” “It’s not important. I need you to look at something.” I said instead. “And what’s that you’ve got there?” I held out the book, my hands trembling slightly. “I found this in the woods. At the old woman’s cabin. It’s... it’s about potions. Specifically, a potion that can… well, you should see it. I’m really hoping you can create it.” He raised a skeptical eyebrow but took the book nonetheless. He opened it carefully, his eyes scanning the faded script and intricate diagrams. He flipped through the pages, his expression slowly changing from mild amusement to intense concentration. Finally, he stopped at the particular recipe, his brow fur