Severing Charm Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I had someone pull every book and ledger that mentioned binding charms. Hours stretched like taffy. The healers worked in shifts, chanting, burning herbs, calling on the old rites. Their hands moved with the certainty of people who have seen too much death. The charm resisted at first—sparks flared when they tried to pry its energy loose. Once it reacted, Charlotte’s body shuddered violently, and I felt like I had been punched in the chest. At one point she gasped and a broken fragment of sound escaped her throat. I leaned in so close I could have whispered into her ear but then I was part of the reason she was in this condition.

Cassandra deliberately scratching herself, intentionally smashing the sacred chalice at the Luna Ceremony, swapping the Soulstone for a fake, bribing the healer to frame Estelle… All of it, and more, so much more viciousness and calculation than he had ever imagined.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

I enter the mini bathroom I had in my office, washing and scrubbing the freaking smell off my body before I go insane. I wonder why I asked for Jimmy's help in getting me a potion that permanently removes the smell of a rogues blood from mixing with mine, "something that simple? It wouldn't even take my aunt a minute to prepare for just a little token." Those were his words and yet he brought something totally unacceptable, instructing me to make a little cut in my skin and rub the concoction there and also underneath my armpits which would help stop the blood scent from mixing with mine. Yet since yesterday I have followed his instructions, making sure to follow them the way he said I shoul

“Mark… what did you see ?” His eyes flicked to mine, wide. Frightened. “I don’t” “You saw me die,” I said. He froze. That was all the answer I needed. Eamon pulled a charm from his satchel and muttered a low incantation. The charm flared, then sputtered out, smoke trailing from his fingertips. “They’ve marked him,” Eamon said. “Scourge spell. Subtle. Twined with emotion. That’s how they got in.”

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck. "Ariel, you fascinate me. I love you."

"You don't look so surprised at what I said." John shrugged and stood, moving closer to me. "I knew there were places like this, I just never thought I'd actually get to see one. Oh, man. Looks like the poor bird took the brunt of the spell." "He's not just 'a bird'," I snapped, gathering Poe into the corner of my left arm, using my hoodie as cushion. I took another deep breath and tried to focus on one thing at a time. "That spell, what was it?" "A basic blast spell, I think. Fire magic really isn't my thing."

He was finally down with the Ravenclaw curse and even though I wasn’t to be acting leader of the pack any longer, I still felt the need to practice his teachings. "What are we to do?" I asked with expectant eyes while squeezing her palms softly. "He wasn’t supposed to inherit the curse this early, Charis, he is still young." "He is not as young as you think, Melissa." Charis said, her eyes leaving mine to scan the faces of the other occupants of the room. "For now, he is still unconscious, but I have made some incantations, asking the moongoddess to give us a little more time. Hopefully he wakes up and puts his house in order before his final moment comes."

Master West fell silent for a moment before replying, “Someone dispelled my Extermination Curse and saved Vivian. Not only that, but they also cast the Killing Curse on me. Although its power isn't great enough, it still shocks me.” The middle-aged man was stunned. “What? Other than Master Gray, there are other people who're good at spellcraft and cursecraft too?” Master West replied, “I’m not sure about that. But one thing I’m very sure of is that this person isn’t very good at cursecraft. He seems to have used the Fixate Charm from the Shamanian Society to save Vivian. “He’s just a piece of trash who relies on charm papers. He’s not a threat at all.”

That was it. I knocked her out before she could finish the sentence, catching her limp body as she fell. I did not wait to hear Lucas laugh. I took her and left. ****** I was running out of time. The seer sat cross-legged on the floor, her hands wrapped around Lisa’s wrists as she chanted words older than memory. Candles were blowing violently, reacting to the magic thrumming in the air. Lisa lay still, like she was fast asleep. “This is a love charm,” the seer finally said, her voice strained. “And not just any charm. It is powerful.”