How To Get The Unforgivable Curses In Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

Rose said, biting her lip and looking troubled. Sebastian glanced at the dead Kairo. He said in a low voice, "Even if we don't have the Soulbell, we can't just watch Whitney and Madeline die in such a tragic manner. Let's get back to Steinberg at once. As for neutralizing the curse, I'll think of something." Sebastian could only pin his hopes on the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. However, there were more than 1,000 prescriptions for lifting a curse, but none of them were about the Malleus worm. He would have to use the process of elimination and try it one by one.

Alice stared at Alicia with fear in her eyes as the pain started to spread through her entire arm. Gia turned to look at Alice and a wide smile spread across her face. She started to recite the spell of the forbidden magic in a louder voice and the pain In Alice's arm became worse. Gia brought out the small bottle that contained Alice's blood and opened it. Gia poured the contents of the bottle on the page of the book and suddenly the book started to glow bright Amber. “It's working!” Gia muttered. Her eyes were filled with anticipation. “sectumsempra legilimens Avada Kedavra!!!!!”.

“You’re a witch! You can break the curse!” Marwynn’s expression softened with sorrow, and she shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, child. I can’t. A curse can only be lifted by the one who cast it. Dark magic has unbreakable rules. If I attempt to interfere, it could bring devastating consequences far worse than death.” Kyven staggered back as if she’d struck him, his tears falling freely now. “There has to be something,” he whispered. “Anything. Please.” But Marwynn’s silence said it all.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Forbidden magic has costs." "I don't care," Leina replied. "She deserves it." They talked more, refining the plan. "Make sure the rose is red," the witch added. "Blood red. It enhances the curse." "Red it is," Leina agreed. "And the scent should be strong?" "Overpowering," the witch said. "One breath, and the pain starts." Leina ended the call and got to work. She used the forbidden witch blood to craft the cursed rose, following the instructions carefully. Once done, she placed it in a box, disguised as an apology gift, and arranged for it to be sent to the Silver Fang dorms.

"Luna Seraphyne—she's not just a witch. She's a hybrid. When we traced her footsteps, we found—that at a certain distance, her magic can cling—stronger than what we usually see." The voices in the treatment room grew faint. Lysander clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "We must act quickly and decisively. First, we stabilize his vital signs. Second, we try magic-suppressing techniques—runic candles, salt, perm-color liquid. But remember, some curses have a backlash effect. If we touch the source of the curse, we could infect the room." Hessel took a deep breath. "I'll prepare a neutralizing liquid—a mixture of alum ash, black salt, and plant extracts that repel magic, like nig

Not again. Without thinking, I jumped out from behind the table, desperation driving me. “STOP!” I shouted, my voice hoarse with fear and rage. The witch didn’t even flinch. Before she could respond, I grabbed anything I could find—vials of liquid, jars, anything on the table—and started hurling them at her with all my might. The bottles crashed into her, spilling their contents across her dark robes. I didn’t know what I was hoping for—maybe a reaction, maybe some kind of sign that I was hurting her. But instead, she just stood there, unfazed, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

“It’s keyed. You can’t just snap it. It’s woven with a counter-curse. I need time and materials, plus a ritual to unbind it safely without killing her faster.” Time. There was never enough of it. “Do whatever you need,” I snapped. “Get what you need. I’ll have it.” They worked fast. I sent men across the pack to the old vault where we kept reagents and talismans our ancestors used. I had someone pull every book and ledger that mentioned binding charms.

“Queen Luna. You came.” “Did Justin get the lore?” I asked quickly. “He took one thing,” the Elder whispered. “The Scroll of Red Moon Reckoning. It holds the counter-ritual.” “How do we break the curse?” Fenris demanded. The Elder looked at me. “His life is tied to corruption. To kill him, you must sever that tie. Only the Purest Light can do it.” “My light,” I said. “Yes,” the Elder confirmed. “You must perform the Ritual of Severed Bond. It focuses all your power into a single blade. It will make him mortal… for one moment.”