Magical Menagerie Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Gasped Justin as he snatched his hand away. “It’s ok Justin. You are one of us.” Growled Thomas as he dusted himself off. “Justin has anything strange happen to you lately?” Asked Sage. “You mean other than my partner and his girlfriend showing me that they can-do real-life Harry Potter kind of magic? The answer would be no.” Chuckled Justin as he fidgeted in one spot. He didn’t like the feeling of being crowded. Megan knew that he didn’t understand what was going on, so she tried another route to get him to open a bit more.

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

In its center, standing proudly, was a big 'H' with a raven, a badger, a lion and a serpent beside each leg of the 'H". Four bright white light spots appeared in the middle of the magic circle, and started to solidify. Just a few seconds later, the white light starts to rapidly fade together with the dark blue magic circle, leaving in its place four people. One grinning man, and three grinning women. The entirety of the Great Hall was in silence. There, appearing after the light show stopped, was one the most handsome men and three of the most beautiful women they have ever seen, at least in the opinion of most of the girls/women and boys/men respectively. Even the muggle-raised and mugglebo

So there must be more than one layer then… Ugh… it hurts my brain just trying to dissect it all. Nevertheless, the main primary target still remains ensuring that Harper passes the maid selection competition. That much I know of. Just then, Harper notices my silence, and stares at me with a questioning gaze. But I confidently smirk instead. Tossing her the booklet of magic spells that I had obtained from the old wizard. I watch her expression shift into excitement. She shimmies closer to the book with an adorable amount of joy. Clearly happy about what I’ve given her. She flicks through the pages, admiring the different spells, before shutting it and pressing it closely to her chest and than

My tone is pleading with him to leave peacefully. He seems to sense my desperation because he flashes an evil grin, one that suggests that he's not going anywhere, not without a fight that is. "Why? Don't you want me to say hi to the human?" "James." I warn. "I'm sure he would like me. I know I would, I can smell him and it's been a long day, I think u need to entertain myself." My eyes widen as realisation hits me. Sky is bleeding and I remember Amelia saying something about demons feeding on humans just for the sake of it, oh no!

She pointed to the door as she turned her back. A wall of guilt hit Warren the moment his hand neared the side door. Theria needed him, but he also had a job to do. He didn't want to let anyone down, but the rules said he had to follow orders." Jack and Herne met him outside the spade hood were awake. It tested the strength of the magical prison as it did laps around the circle. It raised its hands and Warren plugged his ears, but not a sound came from the spade hood. He looked up at Herne and Jack who were smiling.

She made some throat sounds adjusting her voice and after she confirms her voice is normal again she continued while giving everyone a sweet smile. “Just as I mentioned, this sigil of a human horse fishtail is a kelpie. We are closer to a beast as we can transform into any kind of animal or a beast.” as she ended and made a turn she heard waves of laughter again, so she turned her head and to her surprise, she was actually showing a horse fishtail. She made some incantation and immediately the tail vanished. Suddenly Head Master made a coughing sound and then asked “ Vice leader, did you forget to tell something?”.