Necromancer Harry Potter Novels & Stories

With so many of them distracted like this, I could probably get closer. As I make my way down the boulder and around behind a tent facing inward of the forest, I overhear someone speak as the crowded cheer dies down. “My kin, we’re but moments away from making our day in history.” As the last word is spoken, many begin to cheer once more. Lifting a piece of the back of the tent up I notice there is no one inside, so sneaking under I am able to hide and see what was going on. Now that I had a closer look, I can see the Orc that was speaking. His skin was a much darker purple than the others, and through the sparks from the fire I could see that he was heavily tattooed with black ink. Unlike m

He only nodded, his eyes darting to the sides behind his glasses, in the shadow of his baseball hat. “It’s fully intelligent,” I said, still in whispers. “And it’s very pissed off. Please, help me get rid of it, Mr. Price.” He snorted, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact. “I can’t help you, Miss Garner,” he replied curtly. He glanced at me and away in a heartbeat. “I’ll send you the contact information of the psychic that gave me the spell to get rid of it. That’s all I can do.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”