Is Voldemort In Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

When I finished, the Headmaster and the professors exchanged worried looks. "What?" I asked. "What aren't you telling me?" The Headmaster stood and walked to the window. "There's an old story. A legend, really. About a rogue mage who became obsessed with Eclipse power centuries ago." "What happened to them?" "They were supposedly killed. But their followers scattered, forming various dark magic circles and rogue packs." He turned to face me. "If this figure is connected to that legacy, you're in more danger than we thought." "So what do I do?"

“She’s not like them.” “Not by choice,” my father said, agreeing. “But magic has many uses, Lena. It can form a mind, twist a soul. If they’ve had her this long …” He stopped. “She may not even remember who she was.” I shook my head. “That’s not true. She knew me.” Maxwell’s voice was gentle. “Did she?” My eyes turned to him, burning. “Yes.”

I added before giving Varga a final pat on the head and I opened a portal and walked through it to the outer walls of the castle. Varga is an ancient creature of magic. Bringing him so close to a force like that of the Tree of Magic might break the bonds that I have him under, to myself. His abilities are quite rare. After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence.

The only thing you ever inherited was your mother’s cruelty. The whole place went silent. I could feel the tension charged between us like electric waves. Camille looked like she had seen a ghost, her expression stuck somewhere between shock and pain. ‘Liora,’ Helena whispered, already rising as if to hit me. Camille dashed out of the room, her sobs following her. Helena became confused between going after her daughter or hitting me. She later settled on going after her daughter, leaving me alone with my father’s corpse. ‘We’d want to wheel him to the morgue now,’ the nurse said to me in a calm tone.

He looked like a lost soul and I wondered what was on his mind. I let out a deep sigh. How I wished I was a Legilimens! (= a person who practices legilimency; the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings | for you muggles). Unfortunately, I was not one so now I could only have these questions inside my head left unanswered. * * * "Curiosity is not a sin…. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity… yes, indeed." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

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. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

“After the war, Seth needed a Gamma that knew how to fight and his had died in the war, so he forced me to take the position. I didn’t want to work with this monster, but he had made up his mind. So, he kidnapped Louise, my mate, and put her in prison. Every time he wanted me to do something, he would bring me down to see her, and he would torture her until I broke and would do everything he asked. I felt her pain, her desperation, I would do anything to make it stop.” The tears that had welled were now streaming down his face. Lucas felt himself getting angry, and suddenly understood his grandfather much better. “And now, he wants you to take over. Please, Lucas. I can’t endure one more of