Philosopher Stone Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Only a selected few knew about this, so people wouldn't keep coming and going and end up putting the werewolf realm in potential danger. The only way to get through The Gate, was to give it a specific amount of potter's stone. Unlike it's name, the potter's stone was not made by or related to the potter. It was named that way, because of its resemblance in color to clay. They were really hard to find and even when you found them, expensive to acquire. A specific amount of the potter's stone was to be placed in the weigh-like figure at the side of The Gate that looked like it was for an aesthetic purpose. Without putting in the potter's stone, opening the gate would be like opening every othe

Heath and Liam emerged from the front, with Heath wearing Liam's shirt to cover his lower body. "What is it? Why are you guys guarding the door like this?” Liam asked the three teenagers who were standing at the door. But of course, the three of them couldn't answer because they didn't know either. As they didn't get any answer, Liam and Heath stepped into the house, and they were instantly surprised to see the object on the table shining so brightly and beautifully. It was Philosopher's Stone! Liam turned to Harriet, confused at what was in front of them. Meanwhile, Heath widened his eyes because he didn't expect his sister and Zaha to find the stone he put in his bag.

I was in a good mood now it was ruined. “No.” “Thank Goodness!” I sighed. “Now, I shall begin my work,” I pushed Fredden aside focusing on the girl. My sword in my hands and the spell in my mind. “Obumbratio et maledictiones pellite.” The sword turned to a book, definitely a book, and emitted a warm light enveloping the girl. It didn’t take a long time to finish the incantation and I almost believed it did nothing. She woke up, her eyes green and her skin normal, like a human.