Severing Charm Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

"You think you can break a celestial covenant with wild fire?" Seline raised her hands, her golden charm-bracelets shattering as she unleashed a surging wave of dark, ink-black charm-magic into the center of the hall. The dark mist coalesced into a roaring, shadow infused beast with obsidian fangs and glowing violet eyes a dark charm construct designed to force Gideon onto his knees and tear his mind apart.

“What do you know about charms?” The boy shifted uncomfortably. “I know that they are weaker than spells.” Professor Rosan scoffed, “weaker?” her gaze burned into Professor Howl, “This is your doing, isn’t it?” Professor Howl shrugged, “Who am I to correct them?” aloof and careless, but it made his sister shake her head, black hair swishing around her shoulders. “A bad teacher, that’s what,” She snipped, before returning her attention to the student. “No, they are not weaker than spells. In fact, you’ll see them as a special advantage in a couple of months, so you best pay attention.”

I enter back in my car and drive away watching her in the rearview mirror as she stood there a little bit before she turnsand head towards her dorm’s door. I reach into my jacket’s pocket and pull out a small, silver charm hanging from a broken chain. It hums faintly against my palm, still tainted with the residue of wolfs bane. I bring the charm to my lips, whispering a spell under my breath. The air shivers with energy and old magic. “This isn’t over yet,” I murmur. The light on the charm flickers blue, then dies.

I say, taking a step backwards. "Rory," She calls, and I flinch. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry." I nod, walking out, steadying my breathes as I walk to the Living Room, see everyone sitted. "To break the curse fully, we need Alexandru, Lily and Rafe ofcourse, in a circle, holding eachother. We'll need the blood of the people you love the most, not to be Harry Potter-ish, but Love is the way to break this, the Ancestors casted the spell out of pure hatred, and with Love, we'll reverse it, actually, erase it."

I opened the map and a smile find it Way to my face, it had the full layout of the packhouse, including the underground vaults, Secret tunnels and even Guard shifts. Everything. Just Perfect. My pulse quickened. When I rolled it back carefully, with most of it to memory, but I needed more than the memory, I needed the map. I removed the raven-shaped charm from my waist, and Bit my finger, letting the blood drip onto the parchment. Then I whispered the same incantation my mother taught me when I was twelve, it was designed to carry messages past enchanted borders. The charm twitched and Glowed red before vanished into the night.

They're not trying to break through the door anymore. They're surrounding us. "We need to move," Marcus says. "Now." "The wards won't hold long," Cara adds. She's pale but steady, already rummaging through her satchel. "That charm—it's still active. They can track it." "Can you break it?" Adam demands. "I—maybe. If I—" She pulls out a small vial of something dark and viscous. "This is a counter-sigil. Liquid form. If I burn it on the charm, it should sever the connection."

Hilda smiled a knowing smile I really didn’t like the look of. “I think you already know the answer to that.” my throat went dry as my stomach twisted, feeling the urge to bring the tiny sip of lemonade up, but I squashed it all down. “What type of spell is it? Is there a way to break it?” Hilda stood up walking closer to me, her steps small and precise as she stopped before me. “It’s a love charm of sorts. It gives the intended a craving for that person like a second half of their soul is missing unless together. A useful technique if you wish to bind someone to you. How can they leave if you are all they crave?”

She had already slashed one considerably. I moved towards the dealer but his eyes were fixed… not on me but on Mara, his mouth opened in a chant that seemed to burn the air. “Mara! Get DOWN!” I roared, just as the spell ignited. He flung the charm forward, it had a sickly smell and a purple colored light going towards Mara.

“At least not with claws. This is witchwork.” The air in the room froze. Even Gemma stopped pacing. Rowan dropped a charm onto the table, a silver shard etched with red runes. “Found it at the ridge. Blood-bound. And it smells like Kara.” Sera leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “That’s a mind-binding sigil. She’s under control, Damon. She’s not herself.” Damon slammed his fist onto the table. “Then we break it.” “It’s not that easy,” I said quickly. “Mind spells are layered. Break one wrong and you fry the mind underneath.”

"No way in hell. If I do this, Rebecca will hate me forever when she finds out. She will never forgive me for violating her mind like this!" ​"She won't find out," I argued, leaning forward, my tone pleading. "The witch built the charm perfectly. It is odorless... even her wolf won't perceive it. Trust me, Zarek. Please." ​"I don't trust you, and I won't do it!" Zarek snapped. ​Without another word, he snatched his keys off the table, turned on his heel, and stormed toward the exit. The bell above the door jangled loudly as he pushed it open and walked out into the chilly air.