Magic Book Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“You’re not allowed to die right now, okay?” He groaned in response. That was not comforting. My eyes darted to the box of spellbooks I had dropped. I crawled over, threw the lid off, and started flipping through the titles like a madwoman. Finally I came across a small green leather book with little vine engravings curling up the spine. “Oh my god.” My heart thudded. “This is it.” The book of healing magic. I didn’t need to read the title. I remembered it. Isaac and I had practically used that book like a first aid kit growing up. Scraped knees, magic rashes, spider bites—you name it, this book fixed it.

It was then I noticed that I was shackled to the cold wooden chair I was sitting in. There was some slack to my chains, enough so I could reach up and cradle my aching head. I hissed when my fingers crossed the large goose egg that was swelling at my temple. My hands traveled down to my neck, a thick choker was locked securely around my neck and it burned when my fingers touched it. I recognized this sensation. It was silver. Silver had always been some strange weakness of mine. Whenever I tried to wear silver in the past, it had always burned. Also, it suppressed my magical abilities.

Everyone's eyes widened. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, he visited me." Okay, so this is the short intro to what y'all should be expecting in the second part of MAGICAL. You won't be disappointed. Continue to support the book. I love y'all 🤗💖. I'm sorry I had to make a separate author's note for this one. Chapter 31 is coming up shortly. Thanks💖💖 NB: Please note that the rest of the chapters aren't really available cause I'm still working on them. Nevertheless, I'll try to continue with the daily updates.

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

says Machiv, holding up the book so everyone can look at it, "it's just a genre of magic." "Are you sure? It sounds pretty evil," says Hala, with Morgan taking a double-take on the book in hand. "I mean, Mrs. Loop gave this to me," says Machiv, "to keep. Since I had questions on the topic." "How is Dark Magic not dangerous?" asks Syl, and Machiv turns to him and his twin. Calmly, Machiv opens the book and reads a part. Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book.

"Your welcome, Mr. Potter. Ah, if you want to learn magecraft, I suggest that you sharpen your studies in math, physics and chemistry, and get to study arithmancy and runes in your next year. There will be new books available in the library soon that explain more about it." Erik said. Larry Potter nodded, already imagining his best girl friend's reaction at his mention of new books in the library, and was guided out of the office by Professor McGonagall. Director Bone waited for the duo to exit and close the door of the office, and turned to Erik. She then asked with some steel in her voice. "The boy was a Horcrux?" "Yes, and no." Erik answered. "What do you mean?"

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book. The pages of the book were old. It's like it's telling the story of a thousand years gone by. The edges tingled with the passage of time. I opened the first page, and the texture of the paper was worn and soft under my fingertips. Unlike the other books, which don't have anything on their first pages, this was different. ‘Moonlit Enchantments: A Guide to Werewolf Magic,’. It was written on the first page. The scent of mystery lingered in the air like a ghostly presence as I took a quick glance at Andrian.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations: