Hogwarts Motto Novels & Stories

It was another day at Corazon pack and everyone had gathered at the Alpha's mansion for their daily teachings from the wizard. The wizard, on the other hand, had arrived a bit late that morning because he needed to go through his ancient spell book to look for basic spells to teach the soldiers. As usual, Alpha Trent was there to watch the whole event .“Yesterday, I made mention of a particular spell and I said this word was a defense mechanism against the offence that might be thrown at you all by the witch. What is the name of this spell?” all the pack members in unison said the exact word he had told them yesterday, leaving the wizard quite impressed that he may after all be teaching inte

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

"Where are we?" Alexis gestured with his head. "Look." I saw the towering castle shrouded in darkness, remembering the impenetrable door that appeared to be wooden but which had silver crucifixes set into it so when average Neratomay touched it, they were branded on the hand. It was a sure-fire way to for Neratomay to lose their hands or to reach their final deaths. Epic Cu. "Don't touch anything," I warned. Ran stared up at the castle with a look of wonder. It was as if he was standing before Hogwarts Academy. "Can I even go inside? I feel as if…" His voice grew soft.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

Madam Pince said while she walked to Susan. Susan gave her a nod and walked to where the librarian's desk was situated with the others following behind her. Arriving at it, she went to where a lonely and old empty lectern was situated by the desk's side. Susan went behind it and caressed the engraving in the wood that depicted the Hogwarts' shield with a book holding the big 'H' and the motto that read 'Scientia non solum in libris est'. "Madam Pince, have you ever wondered why this lectern is located here, by the librarian's desk side?"

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

"Meaning you are not staff, Neoma. You are enrolled as a Special Cadet." Silence filled the cabin. Viggo dropped his knife. Clatter. Barzil turned fully around. His face darkened. "She is a Null," Barzil growled. "They will eat her alive." "They will try," I corrected. "But she survived the Dregs. She survived the Vault. And she survived us." The transport slowed. The air brakes hissed as we approached the massive iron gates of the Academy. The archway was inscribed with the motto of the institution: Iron Sharpens Iron.

All the students stared at him in amazement, and he wasn’t even in the air yet. “As you know, we use the Latin tongue for spellcasting. It is our ancestorial language and therefore, most of our spells and curses are in the Latin language.” Most nodded, already knowing this information. “Can someone tell me what the Latin word for ‘Upward’ is?” “Sursum,” Damien whispered to himself. I wasn’t surprised he knew the answer already. It was Sarah who raised her hand first and Professor Howl nodded for her to answer. “Sursum,” she answered confidently.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh