Novel & Cerita How To Learn Unforgivable Curses Hogwarts Legacy

Noticing that he had been rambling for too long, he turned to see Father Gossep with a shocked expression. "Father?" He shook his head. "No, I d-didn't teach her any of those spells." Now, Phineas was the one who was surprised. "Excuse me?" "The spells of the Forgotten Century, none of us could do it. It was beyond our canine abilities." Phineas' eyes widened. "Then, how did she learn the Forgotten Century spell?"

I took a deep breath after I’d made sure all was in place and I unfolded the lead of paper that contained the spell. I crushed the herbs as I began to chant loudly and call on Layla’s spirit to merge with that of the curse of insanity. I ensured that I channeled all of my magical energy as I continued chanting and mixing the oils with the herbs in the exact proportions required and according to the steps that were mentioned, even though I’d memorized the entire process earlier I still looked over everything to about missing a thing.

This was no ordinary act—it was the beginning of something irreversible, a curse that would worm its way into Carmela’s life and never let go. Closing her eyes, she began to chant, her voice dropping into a low, guttural tone. The words that spilled from her lips were old and powerful, words that had been passed down through generations of those who had delved into the forbidden. Her chant grew steadier, each word a stone thrown into the dark depths of her magic. She could feel something stirring in the air, a response to her call, an acknowledgment from forces beyond sight. This was no simple spell; it was a declaration, a vow sealed by her own bitterness and desire for control. Each word s

“Yes. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect myself and the pack.” “Good.” She turns, pulling a darker, more worn grimoire from a shelf. The book thuds ominously on the table, dust motes swirling in the air. “This is the King family grimoire, passed from one Luna to the next. It contains spells that are not for the faint-hearted. You will learn to bind, to curse, and if necessary, to destroy.” I nod, feeling the gravity of what I’m about to learn. It’s a stark departure from the light, defensive magic Kris taught me, but necessity dictates I adapt.

The light witches approached me cautiously, not entering through the French doors but appearing from the shadows on the other side. They’d been training me nonstop for days, testing my resilience and patience, pushing the limits of my powers. Barbie, always efficient, had drilled me on spells and potions, memorizing incantations and identifying herbs, understanding the delicate balance between dark and light magic. She made sure I could distinguish between what was forbidden and what was celebrated. Meanwhile, Fin had taken a more hands-on approach, guiding me in channeling my energy, summoning my power, and holding it steady in my grasp.

Once again, those creatures can hurt us, but we can only make them go by beheading them, which is the most difficult part of this fight. Apart from them, we also have to learn ancient verdicts. Those spells and hexes were so powerful that they could destroy a powerful werewolf in one strike, but for that, we need to be more powerful than everyone else. This needs our whole concentration. We have memorized them, no, carved them on our souls, but we were still far from wakening their real powers. We were also learning how to create potions. Not ordinary potions…. Even Cathy wasn’t aware of most of those potions. You can say that we have invisible instructors around us, instructing us, scolding

Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s: Main Disciplines – House Pyra Initiates: Arcane Philosophy – Understanding how magic works, and how to think like those who wield it without limits. Forbidden History – The truth behind the supernatural world. Events no one dares to write in textbooks. Ritual Architecture – How to construct magical spaces, traps, protections, or prisons. Magical Ethics & Corruption – What power costs. How quickly it corrupts. And how to walk the line without losing yourself. Bloodfire Combat & Binding – Fire Duels, forced loyalty, and enhancing fire spells through life essence. The Art of Influence – Learning how to be

The creature we intended to create, the weapon strong enough to rule both packs and covens, would remain a dream. I couldn’t let that happen. I turned toward the far wall and knelt beside the hearth. My fingers found the loose stone easily, and I pried it free. Behind it, hidden in a hollow space, lay a leather-bound book wrapped in crimson silk. The Grimoire of Thalora: my mother’s legacy. Every forbidden spell she had collected, every curse she had perfected, every binding stronger than blood. I unwrapped it carefully and set it on the table. The cover was cold to the touch, almost pulsing beneath my fingertips, as if the book itself was alive. I flipped through the brittle pages until I f

It didn't help that I attended a school full of witches and wizards, and some of them got arrogant and tormented the younger kids because of the advanced spells they knew. Well, they kept their bullying for the witches alone though. No one was allowed to use spells against the humans in school and risk the race getting exposed. I wiped sweats off my face and attempted one last spell. I had read it in the advanced book of spells I had stolen from mum's room and had been attempting to try it out for the past two days without success. I hoped I succeeded this time. "Culca ica burn." The fire dancing in the air suddenly turned to ice shards and traveled in the air, staying afloat and obviously w

She looked into her spelling book over and over again to memorize the words and then she lit up candles in a circular motion and placed Raymond's book in the center and started casting the spells. “ Sectumsempra Avada Kedavra Lumos Expelliarmus Wingardium Leviosa ” As soon as she finished casting the spell, her eyes turned white and she began floating on the air in a sitting position as strong wind burst open the window and entered the room and the candlelight started to flicker. She then took a small knife and cut open her palm for blood to seep out and she let it drop on the book and after some time she watched as the blood gathered together and began to write a word.