Novel & Cerita Repairing Spell Harry Potter

It was getting serious by the day. I drove my focus to the cracked mirror, I kept mumbling slowly, my gaze and utmost focus on the cracked lines. I concentrated, I pulled my hands up in the air, my lips moving fervently as I desperately tried to use whatever magic in me to have it fixed back and looking anew. After several minutes of trials, I groaned in desperation. Frustration and impatience, becoming a plight of mine. I still couldn't understand what has been happening to me this past days. Ever since that day, I discovered I still have what little left of magic pulsing through my veins. It's dormant, but it's there. I've tried even the most basic spell, but it doesn't work. I clinched my

We know very well how to keep our secret from the rest of the world. During school period, we follow the normal high school curriculum, except during weekends and holidays when we study official witch curriculum. During holidays, when it's time to attend our witchcraft classes, students just teleport to school to avoid raising suspicion. Mortals will definitely asks questions if they see a bunch of students going to school during holidays. We open to the page where the Mending Spell is written. The books reads: "This spell repairs a break or tear in any object you touch, such as broken chain, two halves of a broken key, a torn cloth, a mirror and much more. You mend it, leaving no trace of t

- Chapter 9 - Agate's spell had sent Dorin back in his room with Seb. Seb took out his slate and has been writing vigorously since they arrived. He's been asking him so many questions when all Dorin wanted was to have some breakfast. [How did you see the spell?] he asked, [my locking spell is a 1st class charm! you can't just unravel it by cutting a 'thaum'!] "But, that's just what I did, I can't explain it further..." Dorin said for the nth time, yet the other can't seem to accept his explanation.

I grinned from ear to ear. "Then what is the magic?" She questioned confused. "Watch." I chanted an amendment spell and then both windows repaired itself, leaving no sign of a broken glass. "Oh my, oh my, oh my God. Those windows were broken to pieces. I saw it, they were broken... how could the windows be able to repair itself. No way, you are truly a witch. My friend is a witch!" She gasped covering her mouth, as the reality of my witchery sets in.

“Running never helped you heal, Bella.” I opened my mouth, but she kept going, “You always think leaving will fix it. It doesn’t. It just leaves you lonelier and more broken every time.” Tears blurred my vision. “I’m scared, June.” She knelt beside me and grabbed my hands. “So are we. But we’re still here.” Liam nodded grimly. “And we’re not letting you face this alone.” Harper wasted no time. Within the hour, she had supplies spread across the living room floor—charms, herbs, scraps of parchment. She worked fast, muttering spells under her breath, drawing complicated patterns around the doorways and windows.

After our argument, my aunt set to work repairing the broken spell, she muttered incantations under her breath, her hands glowing faintly as she traced symbols in the air. I stood nearby, watching her carefully. "What kind of spell was this?" I finally asked. She ignored me. I rolled my eyes, taking a seat. “Are you really going to ignore me?” “You should be worried about what broke the spell, not what it is?” I inhaled deeply, nodding my head in agreement. “I am kind of worried.” “Then stick to that,” she growled. “Whatever that thing was it must be immune to dark magic or something?”

" DEPEN! " He frowned from the pain dragging his claws from my chest, I coughed blood trying to heal my wound but it was too deep. It reached my heart, was he aiming at my heart? I saw Theodore in front of me as he is feeding me a piece of his soul. " No! " I tried to push him but he disappeared, was I really about to die! I stood up again looking at Rohan who is still in pain due to my DEPEN spell, I undo it and he jumped back to attack me but I made a barrier.

By ancient forces I cast this spell, Mending wounds and making you all well. With each repetition of the spell her voice gets louder and she increases the speed in which she recites it. I watch in astonishment as the open wounds close, the torn flesh knitted back together in front of my eyes. The pain etched on their faces slowly fades and a glimmer of relief washes over them. The physical injuries are healed but the curse that enslaved them still remains. Celeste finishes her incantation and silence falls. Her work is done for now.

"We need to reverse the spell, but it won't be easy. The altar is protected by powerful magic. We'll have to work together." We joined hands and began to chant, drawing on the strength of our family's legacy. The air around us crackled with energy as we focused our will on counteracting the dark spell. Slowly, the oppressive energy began to wane, the carvings on the altar glowing with a faint, golden light.

He looks absolutely bewildered. “Cam, what are you-” He’s cut off by my murmuring the words to a spell. It’s a simple enough enchantment that I don’t even need a potion to cast it. It’s essentially a super glue spell. My grandmother used to use it to put up decorations around the holidays. It’s invisible so bonus, no hooks! To end the spell you just set a trigger. I could do it with magic, but since the Alphas won’t have that option, I choose something a little more accessible and of course I make sure to add my own little flair to it. Spell cast, I snatch the potion from Harrison’s left hand and place it carefully into his right hand. He looks incredibly confused. “What was that?” he demand