Is Voldemort In Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

"Also, we want to know if there is any inherited blood disorder in the family." "Yes, his paternal grandma has May-Hegglin Anomaly," Rachel involuntarily blurted out in front of Leo in panic. "We suspected the same disease. He might need a blood transfusion also. So, any idea whose blood group is the same as a child's," Doctor questioned. "Yes ! His father's," said Rachel while pointing towards Leo. Leo was shell shocked and happy at the same time. He had found the love of his life and his son ! He smiled looking at Rachel as he went to the blood bank with the hospital attendant and Daniel at the tow.

“Dad, what do you mean?” “He has just acquired the Legacy, and his foundation is still weak. There’s still time for us to snatch it back from him.” Levi was startled. “How do we snatch it? As far as I know, Immortal Doctor’s Legacy is like the divine enlightenment in Buddhism. It’s instilled into one’s consciousness right away. We can’t possibly switch his mind with mine, right?”

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

Not after everything we’d been through. I forced myself to my feet, my legs unsteady beneath me. Pain surged through my body, but I couldn’t afford to feel it. I needed to do something—anything to stop this nightmare. My eyes scanned the room desperately, landing on the table covered in bottles of strange liquids. Maybe one of them could help. I rushed over, digging through the bottles, but they were all labeled with symbols I didn’t understand. Nothing in this hellish place made sense, and I felt a wave of helplessness rise within me.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

they vowed. The door creaked open, revealing a chamber filled with ancient artifacts. Ruth's eyes widened as she approached a glowing crystal. "This is it," she breathed. "The Legacy's heart." Elijah's expression turned skeptical. "What does it do?" he asked. Orion's smile grew. "It holds the key to reality itself." Vincent's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" Orion's eyes locked onto Ruth. "Ruth's destiny is tied to the Legacy's power."

“You might have powers that even your mom and I won’t be able to comprehend.” I thought Zayn was just playing around with our son at first, but when I chewed on the idea, it seemed possible that Legacy could have unique powers. He was a hybrid; both a demon and a werewolf at the same time. I was no expert on that, but there had to be some special abilities because of that mix. “Holy sh*t!” Legacy exclaimed, and my eyes widened. He took me by surprise with his use of language. “Oh my god. No, baby. That’s a bad word. Don’t say that again.” I scolded him.

POV: Evelyn Bennett The heavy silence inside the estate library felt like a physical weight, broken only by the steady, rhythmic ticking of the tall mahogany grandfather clock in the corner. At the head of the long conference table, Lord Edward Vance sat completely frozen. The formidable patriarch of the Vance dynasty, a man who had commanded international conglomerates for half a century without a single tremor of emotion, looked suddenly older. The heavy, unbearable revelation of his own nephew’s treason settled over his shoulders like an anchor.

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

He said -" I can help you, as I am a part of the Legacy" I asked keeping a straight face-" How did you become a salve?" He chuckled sadly while answering-" Well I am a half-born Wizard Slave." I frowned and asked-" What is that?" He looked at me with a serious look and grabbed my hands before dragging me towards the forest. I asked-" Felix? where are we going?"