Romans & histoires Polyjuice Potions

Vicky whispered, "We can keep it a secret." Frank pursed his lips, really having had enough just then. "The bloody polypore is a little light," he said, returning to the business at hand. "It's just around 800 grams, but it would be way more effective than a normal panacea polypore—you can make at least 100,000 Rejuvenation Pills with this." "Wonderful." Vicky's eyes lit up with delight as she quickly moved the palm-sized bloody polypore into a specialized chest. "Come on. Let's have dinner."

Penny exclaimed in surprise just then, "F-Fleur only awarded me with Mini Cultivating Pills before, Mr. Wade. I haven't seen a normal one…" "Mini Cultivating Pill?" Charlie blurted, but just the name gave him a hunch. A cup of maple syrup could be diluted into twenty cups of low-sugar drinks—the logic certainly could be applied to medicine too. Hence, he chuckled, "That's not what I'm giving you. It's the Jumbo Cultivating Pill!"

Did she really think that he wouldn’t hurt her just because she was the only one who can treat Lily? Levy looked at him as if he was speaking Spanish. “ This potion is of course for Lily,” she said as she raised her hand, murmured “ Confundo” and then turned to look at him again as soon as the greenish, frothing potion turned purple. “ And I am making it with your permission of course, didn’t you say that you wanted me to set Lily right as soon as I could? So, I am following your order nothing else.”

she said and all at once all the people put on their masks while the person who had been speaking now stepped forward and took out a vial from her hand throwing it towards us I tried my magic to catch the bottle to stop it from breaking but even as it lay suspended in the air I could feel myself rapidly turn lethargic, enough to let go of the bottle, making it at last break and disperse in the air. “Don’t breathe it in,” I said but how long could we possibly stay without air as the pink substance spread around us. “I had already taken away the cap so even if the bottle didn’t break it would have worked,” the woman said, stepping forward towards us as Seff and I lost our control and fell down

Inside the iridescent glass bottle was a light blue liquid. "Wear it, and all who catch a whiff will be unable to do anything but agree with all you say," Cyan said. "Thank you," I said, studying the bottle more closely. It was more a potion than a perfume. I knew and knew the contents could be exploited. I needed to keep it safe. "I am so grateful to you, Cyan, and all posies for your welcoming Cinderella and for your lovely gift. Good day," Leo said and bowed. In response, the posies flew around him, speaking their returned gratitude.

A low-level omega who thought they were acting out of kindness. What the witch didn’t know was that her move had already been anticipated. Back in the medical wing, the crystal vial was delivered straight into Mis.Polly’s waiting hands. Polly didn’t even need to sniff it to know what it was. With a grim smile, Polly raised her hands over the vial, whispering an ancient cleansing incantation. The dark magic dissolved into nothingness, stripped away instantly by Polly's counter-spell. "What is it, Polly?" I asked, watching her closely.

Suna began to perform her rituals, blood began to flow from her eyes, she turned to the dead King, picked the sharp knife on the altar and walked towards him. Queen Suna looked up at the sky, a black fog emitted from the jug, the loud cry if the ravens added more terrifying look to the atmosphere. Suna glanced at the king, possessed by an invisible force, she cut out the head of the king and more blood splashed on her face. With the king's head in her hands, she walked to her altar, placed it inside the wide jug and at once, a thick green smoke proceed out of the jug and filled the air. The king's head placed in it vanished at once and an awful smell filled the room. With evil in her eyes, Q

Standing before me like a gorgeous fairy. "You may kiss the bride" As those words echoed in my mind, I wasted no time and leaned forward to kiss those cherry lips luring me for quite a while. But...! Instead of those cherries, I got a pillow that was wet because of my drool. Disgusting...! I mean what is all this? If this is what we call getting bewitched, then I must admit that she had successfully bewitched me and transformed me into a crazy man, which literally, I am not.

Roxy said while getting up "I'm going to get me a water bottle you want one" "yes" I said while rubbing my forehead i usually don't eat a lot of sweets, because when I do I get mini headaches; like a sugar hangover. I looked on the bed for my phone to see it had fell, I reached down for it, but a hand grabbed it before I could "aaaaaahhhh" I screamed while standing up on the bed, Roxy came running in holding two water bottles "whats wrong" she said looking up at me I pointed under the bed "someone is under there"

“Then we just have to make sure we don’t fail, now don’t we?” I grab her hands with a pleading gaze, channeling every ounce of false vulnerability I can summon. “We can do this. We’re smarter than him.” She watches me a second longer than is comfortable, then sighs—long and sharp. “Fine. I’ll give you the potion,” she mutters. “And I’ll enjoy watching Rufus fall flat on his smug face.” She walks to a shelf and selects a vial filled with shimmering red liquid. The color of seduction. The color of danger.