Neville Longbottom Glow Up Novels & Stories

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

Eden looked at Evera. “Yes.” Nova reached toward him. Eden smiled. He touched her tiny hand. “Thank you.” Hope smiled. Then something strange happened. Nova’s body began glowing. Hope’s smile disappeared. “Adrian…” He turned. “What?” Nova rose gently into the air. Her body was surrounded by golden, black, and white light. Seraphina gasped. “She is evolving.” Hope stared. “She can’t.” “She has to.” Nova’s body became brighter. The light expanded.

Flora already have the idea what she is about to do. “We need to return back faster. We have dragged the days of our return for so long. Vlash is already back.” Glovia said as she take a bottle of potion in her bag and pour it into the outline of circle she made. They watch her close her eyes and begin to whispers. Everyone close their eyes when the ground they are in just inside the circle suddenly glow as bright like the sun. When they open their eyes they are now in the main court of the castle. Leo look at Glovia as Flora also look at her, something is odd about Glovia and they can feel it all.

Nero lamented, his expression darker than Neon’s. He finally noticed Neon. Neon had grown taller, and it seemed like his body was developing quite well. “How did you change all of a sudden?” Nero looked at Neon, dumbfounded. He could not wait to find out Neon's secret. Neon glanced at Nero triumphantly and looked at Philip with admiration. “My buddy solved the problem for me, of course. I would still be looking for a solution if it weren’t for him.” Nero was ecstatic to hear that.

“Boy, didn’t anyone teach you how? Lay your hands over the wound and imagine healing it.” I try again, this time, closing my eyes and will her to heal. My fingers become hot and begin to glow. I look down and see as the glow works its way through my hands until it reaches her head. Neveah stirs, and the glow fades. Nevaeh opens her eyes and frowns. “What happened?” She asks.

She smiled playing drums with her baton not noticing a spark flying right out of it, moving as the sparks came out. We all screamed Brodie’s name seeing it was going in his direction, he turned around hearing his name in confusion but didn't t move in shock he stood like a statute. The sparks hit him,white clouds formed around hi s talk figure going down to 2ft. When the clouds disappeared all heads turned seeing a miniature elf,his brown hair was now bright red and orange,he no longer had size 14 shows and cut down by 3. "Look at me wee fuit ." In a night pitch squeal pointing down wiggling his fuit, I mean feet.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

It was incredibly subtle, to the point of being easily overlooked, and the glow was intensifying. Nova started exuding a strong, ominous aura that filled the room.

I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from the miraculous sight unraveling before me. Valen's grip tightened, and his brow furrowed in concentration as he continued to shoot his magic into him and then extract it. He did it again and again, a nice flow of lavender light transcending through Devin almost seamlessly. With each passing moment, the glow around Devin grew brighter, more vibrant, and almost blinding, until it seemed to fill the entire basement with its radiance. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the glow vanished, leaving everyone on edge in a sense of stillness and quiet. Uncle Duke held a fist at his mouth, waiting for good news.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.