Patronus List Pottermore Novels & Stories

The parchment groaned under the weight of the history it held. “I got his background,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on a specific page where the ink seemed darker, almost like it had been stained with dried blood. “Who is he?” I raised my brow, a cold sweat breaking out across my neck. I was terrified of the answer, but the silence was even worse. “The Puppet Master,” Patricia began, her voice gaining a haunting clarity. “He isn’t just some rogue or a random sorcerer. His name was Enrique, and according to these records, he was the son of—“

“Seriously, steer clear of Professor Harth. His elemental affinity is air, but he’s basically a human hot air balloon.” Then there was a weird tangent about wolves: “Just don’t make eye contact with him unless you want him to challenge you to some kind of duel.” And, of course, the lunch specials – “The lemon pudding is cursed. The last time I had it, I swear it whispered my name.”

Why do I still refer to this heartless woman as 'Mum'? Tara came back with the girls and made them stand in line. The youngest was maybe around thirteen or fourteen years old and oldest around seventeen or eighteen. The girls looked terrified. I was so angry at this sight! I knew about the drugs but never heard about them auctioning girls! I tried to remain calm, but it was not easy, and I am sure that Gabriel noticed as he slightly tightened his grip on me with the arm which was around me as I sat on his lap. With a motion of his fingers, he called Alex to him and whispered something into his ear. Alex went over to the girls as if inspecting each one and went back over and whispered into Ga

"Our future alpha's been awfully cozy with that new witch. What was her name? Rita?" Nathan's spine went rigid. "We're friends." "Friends," Kai repeated, rolling the word like a rotten fruit. "Right. And I'm the Queen of England." He dropped into an exaggerated curtsy. "Tell me, does she make you little love potions in those witch classes you suddenly signed up for?" Luke snorted, but Nathan saw the way his packmate's nostrils flared - testing the air for Nathan's reaction. The entire fence post splintered under his grip.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Lily stood up in front of everyone a little timidly, she also stretched her arms out in front of her, recited a spell like Amity, closed her eyes, then opened them again, without any movement. Elias laughed loudly: “Amity, you're giving her a hard time. For an ordinary person like her, there is no power to summon heavenly auras like our wolves." “That's right, Amity. Lily is just an ordinary person.” Venn agreed with his master's words and continued.

Nash spoke angrily, “Everybody, the Ninth Patronum is a wildly ambitious person. This is my son, Fane and that is Joan, my woman. I did not treat her well previously and I’m returning her status to her. I officially announce here that she’s your third madam!”

The first four names, all in grey ink, got Madam Pince attention when she read them. 'Rowena Ravenclaw - Founder/Owner Helga Hufflepuff - Founder/Owner Salazar Slytherin - Founder/Owner Godric Gryffindor - Founder/Owner' Under the four founder's names were three more greyed names, followed by two that were the firsts in dark green ink. 'Susan Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner Erik Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner' Madam Pince noted the difference, and just above Susan's name, she read the greyed name of her sister.

She also wondered where the sorceress had kept the grimoire, she must have some sort of a magical pocket or something. "What are you going to do?" "Summon my spirit animal." Cassandra gasped in bewilderment. "Oh, you mean like your Patronus?" "You know the dead language, too?" "Well, no, I just read...ah...never mind," she said with a shake of her head then took the leather-covered book and opened it on her lap. Cassandra had heard of people talking about discovering their spirit animals all the time. She'd even seen T-shirts reading 'Sloth is my spirit animal', but now the thought of them actually summoning one was quite a wondrous thing to do.