Hogwarts Signs Novels & Stories

She pulled out a leather-bound tome and flipped through its pages until she found what she was looking for. "A witch who has undergone the White Moon Ritual bears certain marks—a silver crescent that appears on her left wrist during pregnancy, and an aura that can be detected by other magical beings. If she lacks these signs, then she's either not pregnant or not a witch." She continued reading from the book, explaining the various tests that could be performed to determine paternity in cases involving magical bloodlines. The methods were complex, requiring specific herbs and incantations, but they were far more reliable than any human medical procedure.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

A cold, eerie sensation zinged up my spine. “My room’s not that far from the library. Shouldn’t we be there by now?” I asked, attempting to see beyond Maeve’s wand light. “We would be, yes,” she said. “Except we’re not going to your bedroom. A very special someone wants to see you.” I halted. “What are you talking about? Who?” In response, she faced me and pulled up her sleeve. Maeve murmured an unfamiliar spell as she pointed her wand at her wrist. Before my eyes, black ink appeared in the stylized V and ouroboros—5th Circle’s mark.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I could barely stand on my feet, but I swayed toward the place of the magic circle. "A pile of ashes," I said, pointing at the dirt among the burned-out symbols. Tyrion, Harriet, and Felix walked toward me. Tyrion put one arm around my waist, supporting me and kissing the top of my head while Felix and Harriet leaned over the ashes. "I think the witch is dead," Felix stated dryly. Harriet frowned as she studied the symbols before heaving a deep sigh, "Let's hope so…" Then she turned to Felix with a strangely bitter smile. "I truly hope you are right."

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

The Owl was the signature bird of Osoro, while the Hawk signified the witches. She sighed and stepped upon the first step, heading up. She took each step slowly as if a heavy weight held her back. When she finally arrived before the wide gates of the hall, the six guards arrayed at each side of the door stared at her blankly, none moving to open the doors. She took another step forward and stopped as the guards; twelve of them, moved forwards with quick precision and blocked her. “You cannot enter until the elders arrive.” One of the soldiers stepped forward, the sides of his lips curling in mockery.

He immediately pulled out his hand and opened the pouch. Then it shockingly made the Vice leaders on high alert. His eyes widen in disbelief and the students gasped upon seeing the contents of his pouch. It was a symbol of a sea serpent wrapped around what seems like a coin. A very rare sigil, especially among the four houses of the academy. The headmaster was at a loss for words for a moment. He couldn’t believe what he just saw. Immediately, he steps forward and he caught everybody's attention including the Vice leaders.