J.k. Rowling's Wizarding World Novels & Stories

I shook my head squinting my eyes. “Look, I’m guessing you’ve read Harry Potter books right?” I nodded my head to the question thrown by Rilley, “It’s written by JK. Rowling right?” I nodded again,” This world is not her creation, it already exists. She wrote the book according to her experiences in this wizarding world, all the characters and places are real. Those books themselves are only that our timezones are different” “But how did she get in there? Through the barrier in Kings Cross Railway Station?” I asked.

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

Zoe’s point of view: At Jack’s request, I began to learn about Bennet in the wizarding world. I have attended many gatherings and parties organised by wizards to dig up more information. Wizards and witches did not like to stay with vampires and werewolves, and they could not be discovered by humans. They therefore always lived in small groups or alone, scattered throughout the world. "Hi,Zoe, how are you? I miss you so much. Give me a French kiss." The person who had spoken was a dirty wizard. He was a peddler and earned money by selling low-quality aphrodisiacs.

The Voice asked. "Get out of my head! Now." Azak grumbled. *** (Aurora) Aurora looked at her mom as if her mom had suddenly grew two heads and four more eyes. What the heck was she talking about? From long line of Witches and Wizards? So, what? She was like Harry Potter? She had always believed she was just a muggle, huh! "This is- it is not- it is stupid, mom."

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

The more I fall the more the temperature of the hole increases, i started feeling hot at my bottom till I got to thr end of the hole and fell in side a dirty water. I stood up and took a wide view at everything. I noticed the water is the Complete waste out of a huge building. I looking up could not see the top of the building. My surroundings is so black, everything is dirty and the building is so old and looks like a big castle like that of Hogwarts school in the Harry Potter movie. I got out of the dirty water and moved to an outer place. I found a fence of my height, after leaning the fence, are neat field like that of my school's field.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.