Mcgonagall Wand Novels & Stories

he asked quietly, “that telling me this might cost you your chance to go to the battlefield?” “If I hadn’t broken her work, that opportunity would have belonged to her.” After a pause, Lan said, “In that case, study the commission first.” He looked at me and smiled faintly, his eyes shining like violet crystal. “If you truly want me to take her back… then put your heart into crafting this wand.” “Alright!” I agreed with one hundred and twenty percent confidence. But about five minutes after Lan left, I completely regretted being so confident. The commission listed only five primary materials:

So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if not, then they would kill anyone who dares…. I gulped, “So it chooses you?” “Yes, this also prevents anyone from stealing a wand. Stealing it is considered a crime and punishable by death,” She said, “I see you are curious about it…” I nodded, “When can I get one?” Even though I am half-witch, it must still be in my blood right? So I should have my own… “Oh, whenever a witch reaches the puberty age of 12, the teachers would guide us in the eternal tree where the branches would spring off a wand specifically made for you.”

First of all, since you are now in the eighth grade, it's time you started learning real magic. So, we will need a cauldron, a wand, toads skin, an alligator skin and nails, a cobra poison, two pinches of alligator gall, the bark of … what was the name of that tree? Let me check… Anyway, we will need to get all those for this semester. You will learn a lot and after this year, you will join your grandma and I as we teach you the ways of the Vales,” she said as she rummaged in her handbag for her iPad.

I could see the fear and shock in his eyes as he saw the beheaded head rise from the ground and join back with the body. "You really think your little sword display is strong enough to defeat me?" Garara muttered as she laughed loudly. "Pathetic." Caleb growled in anger and raised his sword in the air, running towards Garara. Garara raised her hand in the air and the fallen wand rose from the ground. It flew right into her hand and she then flicked her wand at Caleb. A large blast of light, larger than the other spells that she had casted, shot from the tip of the wand and came straight for Caleb.

"People born with magical abilities can use magical wands. That's a special wand. It won't work for anyone other than me. Give it back before you hurt yourself. I have not concerned about you but if you get pain, it will affect her which I don't want to happen." Maayan warned and I wondered what's the speciality to that wand that made Maayan so tensed. But Akhilan didn't seem to listen to him. "Let's see." He muttered and I saw him blowing on the end of the wand and a breeze of fire came out of the tip of the wand. I gasped and got down from the counter. "How did you do that?" I asked in complete awe. "Impossible!" I turned towards Maayan on hearing his voice in disbelief.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

After that, Alex cast the spells consecutively. It was simply endless. Maguire was obsessed. The number of the forbidden spells had severely exceeded the limit. “Why do you know so many forbidden spells? Aren’t there only ten types of them?” “Do you want to know the answer?” asked Alex. “Yes. Tell me quickly.” “I’ll tell you then…” Poof! The next moment, Maguire found that half of a sword body suddenly penetrated out of his chest. It was the Immortal Butcher. It pierced through Maguire’s back and came out of his frontal chest.

Since then ravens are revered in the kingdom as guardians and a manifestation of Fiachra, and the piece of the Fiachra’s flexible armor remained an artifact that is believed to protect the whole kingdom. The dagger in her hand was an heirloom to those who are rightful or next in line to the throne, and it was given to Morrigan from the day she was born. It was also the only thing that reminded her of her family and had kept her sane. The only thing that protects her right now. She unsheathed it and stared at her reflection. It was different from the Morrigan she saw on the broken mirror last night, this Morrigan had bloodshot eyes but not with anger, but with sadness and longing. A knock sta

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

I didn’t want to let go of Ben’s hand, but at least I knew he’d be in the room. Mage Jaye stood and walked around the room. She looked every bit as much like a witch as anyone I’d ever seen in a movie who was pretending to be a witch. She had a long, sharp nose, pale skin, and red curly hair pulled back into a bun that I could only see when she lowered her hood. She was wearing a long navy blue dress with gold trim, in similar shades to the uniform I’d noticed the man wearing outside who’d let us into the gate. I thought those must be the official colors of the School of Sorcery.