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Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

The story goes on… Draco kept going, giving detail after detail. “Nobody had a clue that when Lord Kanchelsis got the witches to help him, that Lord Apophis had found a small group of witches to help him alter the spell.” “Do you know how the spell was altered?” Felan asked. “I believe, though I don’t know for sure, that the power was divided.” Draco answered her.

A gust of wind rushed through the tent and the scene around her disappeared as she found herself back on the pier, still gazing into the necromancer's eyes. The trance broken, Merlin stepped back, glaring indignantly at him as she stumbled and fell onto something hard and muscular, crouched down low behind her. She heard a familiar growl and instinctively reached out to grab Zeke’s neck as he rose up and leaped forward, charging past the necromancer and his witches.

I passed the another container of the sap to Jack who was waiting on standby for this moment. He popped it open and the mist turned in his direction at the sound of the pop. With super reflexes and silence, he moved away from the direction the dark wizard was flying to, shifted to the side and poured the sap on the mist. We watched in wonder as the mist started to change in color, twisting as a snake who was in pain would. I snorted. The dark wizard was nothing but a snake after all. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the mist and it dissolved, evaporating finally till there was nothing left.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.