Petrificus Totalus Harry Potter Novels & Stories

When he came back to the Svetlana, he immediately went towards where Soheila and her friends were. “M-My Lo-lord!” Peter bowed his whole body in front of Theodore. His body was trembling. “I- I failed to—” “Have this and help her friends.” Theodore tossed a pill on Peter's mouth. Peter instantly healed. All his scars had disappeared. His strength was back to its peak. He bowed his head towards Theodore and went towards Soheila's friends to help them. Theodore walked in front where he could see a small cube that no ordinary people could see. Inside the small cube, Hansel and Hannah were trembling from witnessing what happened earlier. They didn't know when they got into a small cube that made

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Lucien was on a rampage. His scarred face made people impossible to recognize the famed King of Werewolves, who was once a ruler. He ran through everything that came in before him. Many witches and wizards stood alerted by the 2nd floor as they welcomed the werewolf with a spell. Pegasus sighed as she lift her hand. 'Fereis' she mumbled the spell under her breath. Her dark magic flowed through the air like green, bewitching fire. She caught up with the fast-moving beast in time, throwing the spell on him as she stopped him in mid-air.

“Looks like death in a saucepan.” “It’s a component spell,” she said. “It’s like dissolving the glue that holds the pieces together, so that what remains are easier to melt.” “And you want it to dissolve and melt into a foul stinking black goo because…?” Harry looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Behind them, his werewolf had dragged a crate to hold the door open and had begun to carry things in from outside, stacking boxes onto the benches. Harry glanced back at him. “Tell me in a moment, I need to help Jules before that crazy soldier-frat-boy comes and whips our arses.”

asked Cecilia who looked so desperate. Meanwhile, Ezekiel barged in close. "Harriet, the Philosopher's Stone is just a hoax. Don't trust a Sorcerer like her!" Harriet lifted her head and glared at Ezekiel. "Are you sure that the legendary item is just a hoax when we see for ourselves that there are still living and reincarnated Sorcerers from their previous lives?" asked Harriet, pointing to Cecilia. Ezekiel stopped talking. Harriet's words made a lot of sense.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Living amongst the people for the last two hundred years he watched them evolve,but one thing was still the same,'money equalled power. Although he was a gifted wizzard,he could not manifest money and now he was low on precious money. He didn't want to go back into the ways of tricking people into giving him money. Although he knew that hypothetically, he was tricking Gregory for double of what he had initially asked. He often thought about it but always decided against it. He would have only used his magic when needed. As he stayed amongst the human beings,day by day his magic would start to fade and Oz knew that oneday when that happens,he would finally settle down,age and die like one of

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"