Percival Dumbledore Novels & Stories

She had a feeling that either one of them—or all, will be chosen to stand for his kind. “We have Derek Baxter, a wizard,” the vice chancellor said, peering down on a small piece of paper. Series of claps broke out of a corner of the auditorium and in seconds, diffused to the other parts as a blonde-haired boy with an unusually long face stood up gracefully and made his way to the podium with small legs like a puppy. Trisha couldn't help but feel jealous that she wasn't ranked number one amongst enchanters but she didn't have much time to nurture her resentment because Dr. Giovanni was on to another name.

asked Zilpher as he hovered in the water of the lake. "Can you also see him like me?" Draco asked in amazement. “Don't bother him. He's asleep," said Zellin rebuked Zilpher. “His strength is focused on turning this lake into healing water. Even by the time he went into hibernation, Albus already took this kind of thing,” said Urvarth in awe. "He protected me in his own way," Draco said, smiling with the look of a child who was proud of his father.

Draco questioned me to which I told him a encounter from my childhood. When I was in early adulthood age, my grandmother had taken me to visit a sorcerer who was very well know in Tallis, her name was Tamina she was an old unmarried lady, she had called my grandmother for help with a potion of her which had gone wrong… Tamina was also in potion creation, she used to use many of her magical spell and her medicinal skill to make different potion to resolve problem of people who used to visit her tent for her help….

Lord Percival said excited while his wife sighed in relief. "But first... Take this essence," Lord Percival said assuming a fighting stance as he rolled his hands in the air in a Chinese martial arts way. A bright purple light materialize out of thin air, and he send it flying gently over to me. The purple light dissipated revealing a golden Phoenix's egg. "That is the soul of one of of the fallen Phoenix child. Absorb it before it dissipates," Lord Percival said urgently as he straighten up and gesticulates. 'How am I going to absorb it, I don't even know how to use magic, I am not an Elementalist, ' but I did not voice my thoughts as I stared at the egg that is floating in front of me.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

I chose to remain silent, watching as Mirabelle’s gaze darted between her mother and Annabel, her presence dominating the room with undeniable force. Mirabelle spoke up, her voice cutting through the room with a chilling clarity. “Percival killed Darius, not out of anger, but out of fear for his mate’s life. He believed he was doing the right thing by following the moon’s wishes. Yet now, he is being punished for it.” As she spoke, her wolf made a brief, almost ethereal appearance. Its white irises locked onto each of us, sending a shiver through the room. Seeing an oracle’s eyes in such a state was always unsettling. “Dahlia, do not blame Jack. He could not inform you. He was ordered to rem

Said Professor Dimitrio with a knowing smile. “My name is Dorin Silvius, from Quercus Kingdom. I’m 13 years old, and wish to apply for scholarship to study Magical Defence.” Professor Morell seemed to perk up at the mention of his name. “What is your element, Dorin?” he asked. “My element is wind.” Dorin answered, his eyes looking straight ahead. “How about your lightning magic?” Professor Morell inquired. “Well, I can make sparks...” Dorin raised his hand and made sparks appear from his pinky finger. The examiners did not look impressed.

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

Although Minerva didn't know that much about those who were in the Toen Empire, she had read in the books about this Percival Montmorency who was also known as Chancellor Percy. Percival Montmorency was a commoner slave that was been rescued by Uncle Khalil. Since he had been seen as a potential swordmaster, the now Marquis Penthievre, which was Aunt Leticia's blood brother, trained Percy. Who would've known that Percy was such a genius that he became a Swordmaster just at the age of fifteen? Everyone knew that a Swordmaster was equivalent to an Archmage. Therefore, Percy's position in the Toen unexpectedly went into a turn that even the former Emperor, her mother, and Uncle Khalil's father,

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.