Novel & Cerita Quidditch Ravenclaw

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

I was pulled without my consent into the garden, where the sorceress stood waiting for me. “Good, you are alive, thank goddess.” She spoke at once, walking forward to meet me. “Listen attentively Melissa. I just found out that you have not been left out of the Ravenclaw curse, but unlike the male descendants, yours can be avoided.” “I do not understand.” I spoke, moving closer to her. “What do you mean I haven’t been left out on the Ravenclaw curse?” “You have two mates, do you not?” She asked while looking around for any sign of Zachary. I froze at her words, but when she turned to look at me, I waved Jackie out of the garden.

She was mute, trembling as though something bad had happened. "Kayla?" I called, holding her hands in mine, trying to offer some comfort, but she took her hands from mine slowly and then turned to look me in the eye. "Caleb, there….is so….mething you need to know," she stammered, her voice trembling more than her hands. "Okay, what's that?" I asked in a very calm tone. "I am from Ravenclaw," she declared, but I already knew that much about her.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

“Enough!” Every eye turned to the high platform. The Elder’s gaze cut like steel. His voice thundered like a storm. “Clara—you’ve hidden long enough. But you cannot deceive me. Your blood is not Sinclair’s. You belong to Ravenclaw!”

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

Jaravles remarked and continued, "Our crown prince has won the battle with ravens twice (he emphasized the word TWICE) and the forbidden object in the Forbidden Tower is secured forever." "As for now," Arger Gremjac smirked with an arched right-side brow, "But the defeated ravens may arise for revenge. I heard the ravens were led by a wizard (Arger Gremjac sharpened his eyes on the white queen) or perhaps by a witch. (He turned his head away from the white queen and faced the court.) The dark knight can’t assure for sure." Mirabella the White Queen, Jaravles the Dark Knight, and Nora the Night Fury ragged on the king of Pahrolymire, Arger Gremjac. The chattering noise filled the court, and t