Percival Dumbledore Novels & Stories

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.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.

He was tall and slim and moved gracefully as he stood in front of her. Zeda had always thought her skin was paler than usual, but this man's skin was even paler than hers. Only one thing came to her mind as she looked at his eyes, his skin and his graceful movements: Vampire. She shivered at the thought and then chuckled to herself. Those things weren't real. "You must be Zeda. I'm Mr. Percival, the director of Shadowbrook Academy," he said, offering a hand with long fingers. "Yes, nice to meet you," Zeda said, shaking his hand. His hand was cold.

I started to feel my powers seep out of me. “Accept your mate or you die Arthur Murray…” the voice I believe to be from the witch echoed around me. “Never!” I roared and gnashed my teeth in pain. “Accept your mate or you die..die…die…die…” “Accept your mate or you die, Arthur Murray!!!” “Fuvk, get away from me!” I screamed and fell to the ground, clutching my head in pain. The noise kept banging in my head repeatedly I thought my head would explode.

Helga said softly as Percival rolled his eyes at the sappy display. “Now that that’s over, what are you going to do with the prince? You can’t just teach him considering who is watching” Percival commented causing an emotional Helga to stick her tongue at him, seeing this he narrowed his eyes at her. “I might have to, if I don’t who knows what he’ll do to me... besides I do owe him for putting that spell on him” Anberine replied calmly surprising the group enough to almost make them paler than usual.