Professor Umbridge's Wand Novels & Stories

The stood up holding the wand with my right hand while covering the hurt area with my left. I said-" Enough!!! You shall not be here. Go back now. Leave my country!!!!" Lady Georgia gave me the death glare while looking at the golden wand with her shining eye. She said-" Give me that!!" I replied-" In your dreams" I cast another spell-" ignis impetum " The attack of the fire fell on both of them while they fell on the ground due to the force. Having the opportunity Mr. Ben Grabbed the forbidden sword from the other lady and run towards me. I used my second option for the portal wish and said-" To WitchWard School"

Professor Howl stepped into the room and made his way to his desk in the front. A woman followed behind him with silver hair cut in a pixie style and big green eyes, equipped with long lashes. She looked a little younger than Professor Howl and she wore a purple cloak with the hood down and a wand with purple and white gemstones covering the black leather handle, which was tucked in the belt loop of her skinny black jeans. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide, which was evident in the tight clothing she wore. “Everybody, this is my sister, Professor Rosan. She’s here as a special guest to teach you all about charms,” Professor Howl said as he took his seat at his desk.

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

He was playing with my mind. He picked up a sleek, obsidian-colored wand. "This one is for the subtle hitters," he said, pressing the cold head against my palm and clicking it on. The vibration was so intense my hand instantly went numb. "But you...you look like you need something more torturous." I swallowed nervously without a single word. He moved to a wall of leather and steel. He picked up a set of weighted clips and a violet-colored internal probe that looked like it belonged in an alien laboratory.

He let out another cough that caused pain to seism through his body. He closed his eyes in pain and when he did open them, for about two seconds after, everywhere around him was pitch black. Professor Ericson took his hand away from his neck and looked all around. He found what he was looking for, Francis' wand and as he took it from the ground, he pushed it into Francis' bloody, shaky hands. “Do a spell. Heal yourself!” professor Ericson urged. He was begging. Francis let the wand slip out of his hand and stained with it was a gooey slush of blood.

Her flabby breasts had a pale white substance seeping out of it. Sir. Oswic was still weary and very much aware that a tyronimic could be anywhere about, watching and waiting to pounce on them as they perhaps, walked into its trap and that why his right hand, where his wand was, firmly gripped, was stretched out - swinging left and right like wipers of Eallric's battered Peugeot 404. His brain recited and reeled off spells after spells from queer ones with little to no effect, to ones that made him stand a chance if a tyronimic came out of nowhere.

Ann suddenly said. The archbishop rose his eyebrow at Ann, and in his look was both surprise AND pride -- she WAS the most talented of her age after all. "That's right," Said the Archbishop, "Ocean, fire, blood. The wand won't take the item in the wrong order." "And darkness and light?" Edmund noticed the problem. "No one knows." The archbishop sighed, "In the end, my mentor could only use the wand to perform the common spells. The wand is even less powerful than a normal wand before it takes the alpha's blood."

So, I shouted one spell out loud, and it worked. ‘But only witches can use wands, so how is this possible?’ Leon asks. I take the wand from my pocket, whirl it around, and point at a shrub, ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say, and we watch as nothing happens. I pass the wand to Gianna. ‘Inferno Flamo?’ she says. Again, nothing happens. ‘Why does it only work for May?’ I ask. Nina takes the wand. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She says, and a gigantic ball of flame appears and flies fiercely through the air over a mountain. We hear the impact in the distance, causing a touch of smoke to rise into the sky.

The witch’s friend, who was wearing a yellow-colored robe, showed her wand to her, which was the biggest mistake of her life—its tip pointing towards Maleficent. And after a blink of an eye, the witch with a yellow-colored robe was sent flying above the academy’s grounds using her other wing. Crossing her arms before her, Cent looked at the one last remaining witch with the orange-colored robe. “You saying something? I can give you an express ticket to your habitat—I mean, your dorm.” Her words were laced with honey, but the danger and warning held by her glowing green eyes were lurking. “Enough!” A wall made of yellow-colored runes served as a protective barrier for the crowd. The only ambi

The slender hands rose into the air giving off a purple glow, as did Edmund's silver sword, which was held steady, though the hairs on the back of his neck were tingling with the wizard's appearance. “How can my strength weaken when the earth reaches its darkest point! As long as the moon is still black, I will be stronger than all the strongest things on earth! And no human can match me!” The purple glow was thrown by Miranda who luckily Edmund was able to parry even though his body was thrown far back. The man hastily got up while taking off his large robe so that he could move freely, also threw a golden crown to lighten his head. For a moment he thought about cutting his hair so his eyes