Mcgonagall Wand Novels & Stories

I looked up resigned to my future. Gan-Gan walked over to the wall that had the weapons on it and the curtain began to rise. “I thought you said I wouldn’t need any of these today?” I said as I followed behind her. She opened a small panel that revealed multiple wands. All with different kinds of crystals. She pulled one of the wands off the wall that was white with a Blue Angelite crystal.

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

"I was." "Not Sirius Black?" "No, Sirius Black was just a decoy. To give James' home an additional layer of protection, Sirius convinced James to change the keeper of the secret to an unsuspecting person and he would act as the secret keeper to attract the focus from the actual keeper, me." "How would you describe your wand?" "Short and brown, chestnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 9¾ inches long." "Who is the owner of the bone white wand?" "The Dark Lord."

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

She took the girl's hand before walking towards the nearby pond. "It's frozen, " Scarlett said as they reached the little pond. "Oh, don't worry about that, " Niya shook her head. Her hand reached down to the small bag that was on her hips. She took out a small pen type of thing and in a tap, it transformed into a beautiful wand that was double the size of it. The wand was made of wood, black colored, and polished. "Ziloi, " She whispered and pointed her wand at the pond with a little swing.

But sadly, it never got to it's destination, and I had no idea who she left it for. “Gwen is a special wolf, she may become a monster if you withold too much from her. She's a different breed. Her powers were locked up when she was born. By a powerful warlock. It was best for everyone. “She was too powerful to be controlled, even as an infant. Only intense emotions can unlock her powers.” “When she finds out all the lies and all the secrets everyone has been keeping from her, the barrier won't hold for long, the warlock's seal will wear off.”

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

“I need a torch.” She then waved her hand in a circle and a shining silver wand appeared in front of her eyes. Coiling her fingers around it, Diana then murmured a spell and soon the top end of the wand started burning with glittering silver light. Gulping a lump down her throat, she lifted the hem of her gown and entered that creepy room with baby steps.

He was the saviour, the only one that could save them. “Get his wand out!” Cwena commanded anyone. The bald woman with blue eyes dropped to her knees and sunk her shaky hands into Sir. Oswic's black clothing to fetch for his wand. “Wake up, sir! We need you!!!! The tyronimics - they're here.” “Here it is,” the woman said as she brought the brown, dry stick which was apparently a wand out of his black clothing. Cwena snatched the wand and pushed it roughly into Sir. Oswic's hands.

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.