Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Mystery Fanfic

Edwina rolled her eyes at Reina’s words. “Do you even know who that person is?” “Who gives a shit? He’s clearly not very important if I don’t know him!” Reina retorted as she angrily opened a bottle of water. Edwina replied coldly, “Sure, not ‘important’, he’s just Kingsley Shacklebolt.” Reina’s bottle of water fell to the floor with a dull thud as it spilled everywhere. “Shacklebolt? Kingsley Shacklebolt?” Reina almost lost her mind as she grabbed Edwina by the shoulders and demanded, “What’s going on? How could this be? I thought Kingsley had retired from the industry?”

pointing her wand at the wall, and to her surprise, everything turned blue. “I am a witch!” she exclaimed, jumping up in excitement. END OF FLASHBACK. “Hazel! Hazel!” Finn shook Hazel’s shoulder for the hundredth time, drawing her back to reality. “What the hell is going on? We need to leave because it is five in the morning already, and the bell will go off by five-thirty or six,” he said as soon as her body jerked to his touch. “I am sorry,” she said, getting to her feet. “Shrink,” she commanded the book and wand, then cupped them in her palms.

"A witch named Sybil. A mate, Wyatt. A virgin, Misty," she whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. "She serves the dark lords." After a moment of deep contemplation, Hazel's mind suddenly connected the dots. Sybil had the uncanny ability to transfer her spirit into Misty's body. Hazel realizes Sybil's plan: to inhabit Misty's form, mate with Wyatt, and leave Hazel marked with an opposing spirit, signifying Wyatt's deadly intent as her own mate. Hazel knew she wouldn't be able to defend herself against such a threat where she had to fight her mate. All of Sybil's sinister machinations to conquer the world were beginning to make sense. Hazel understood that she couldn't achieve dominance alo

"Dear Serena Ashwood, If you are reading this, then the old witch has done her job and you have survived the first awakening. You were never meant to live as an ordinary orphan. Your blood carries power older than the kingdoms themselves. Mooncrest Academy is waiting for you. The headmaster already knows your true name. Show this letter to no one until you reach the gates. Trust the dragon inside you. It will protect you when the time comes. This letter was written on the third full moon of the winter cycle, eighteen years before your birth." I read that last part twice. Eighteen years before I was born. That did not make any sense. I was only twenty one. How could someone write a letter to

I moved to a distant city where nobody knew my story. But before I left, I wrote a letter I would never send: "Dorian, You don’t remember me. And that’s good. I was the witch who enchanted you, the girl who confused love with possession, the woman who almost destroyed you. The blood spell binds us, but the forgetting spell freed you. Now, only I carry the weight of what we did. I promise I will study. I will find a way to break the spell completely. I will give you the freedom you deserve.

With her still body that stops twisting a few second ago after feeling my scythe on her face that I allowed her to feel plus hearing my voice, her misty eyes that sees no more than despaired cleared a bit and said with all her strength “wh…what d..o you w*..t?” What she didn’t expect that the answer that she waits to hear never come but Inside her mind he talked with thundering voice that gives her unexpectedly some warmth “ To become my witch” he said it like there no room for refusal and so she nodded while hearing his second phrase “… and take your revenge”…and then everything darkened and before even think of feeling anxious she passed out.

I felt my shoulders pull back as I inhaled the scent of wet earth and wood in the castle foyer, mounting the horse and throwing my fist out just as the horns blared and we set off, my royal cape flapping behind me as I slapped the grey horses behind. Gobar had still not shown, but I still had the hound shadowlings under my control for a while, the energy of the dark moon’s spell coursing through my veins, burning at my fingertips. Fucking Hagrid, letting that blasted woman run away the way he did. It was what I got for trusting royal responsibilities to undeserving wolves. A good ol’ knife in the fucking shins.

I know I want to sit down and talk to Xavier and when I saw him passing by the hallway, I just thought of following him. I don’t certainly know what kind of wizardry Xavier has put under me but I’m not even complaining about that. The point is, I really do like him and I really do want to throw myself in his arms and kiss him like there’s no fucking tomorrow. I never would’ve imagined that I would say that to myself and it might sound crazy to most people but I don’t give a single crap about it. After hating him for a long while, now I’ve been put under his magical spell. I followed Xavier’s footsteps outside of the school and I eventually took the journey and stalked him until he got to thi

Together, they awaited the wizard's assessment, hoping that their combined efforts would unlock the key to restoring Lucy's true self. The wizard's eyes narrowed in deep contemplation, their gaze shifting between Darren and Maddie. "This is indeed a complex situation," they said, their voice laced with a mixture of concern and determination. " But fear not, for I have faced similar challenges before. We shall explore every avenue of magic and delve into realms that may hold the answers we seek." Darren felt a renewed surge of hope at the wizard's words. The weight upon his shoulders seemed to lighten, replaced by a glimmer of possibility. He knew that with the wizard's guidance, they would l

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece