Severing Charm Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Not alone. Lucien’s body lies motionless in the center of the room. The only thing that tells me he’s alive is the shallow rise and fall of his chest. I kneel beside him, place my hand over his heart. “Don’t be stupid in there,” I whisper. “I’m risking a lot for your grumpy ass.” Rowan hands me the final charm. “Are you ready?” “No,” I say honestly. “But I’m going anyway.” I close my eyes and speak the incantation.

“Yeah, I know… and it’s about to get worse.” “You have to go get Rose,” she states without looking up from her T-rex that’s attacking Gregory’s Spinosaurus. “Yes. I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. It has to be done.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out one of Oberon’s charms. “Take this.” “I am immune to her magic.” “It will make me feel better.” To make her happy, I nod and hang the charm around my neck. The magic is sublime, encasing me in a soft, warm cocoon. “I’ll be as quick as I can. Go ahead and have supper without me.”

"Not just in me. In both of us." "Then we use it." Kara's violet eyes hardened with determination. "Together. We end this." Outside the cave, the forest had gone silent. The corrupted half-bloods had been marching toward the waterfall, driven by Liesel's dark magic, their empty eyes fixed on their goal. But when the golden light exploded from the cave, when the First Wolf's power surged through the earth and sky, they stopped.

He had been so wrapped up in his grief that he didn't notice a difference in charms. “Yes, she gave me her wand and told me it was mine now, and then she said some strange words and then some kind of light left her body and went into mine. I felt it when it happened and then she was gone, I tried to repeat the words to give it back so she didn't leave me, but it didn’t work. I am sorry I killed your grandma, I begged her not to leave, I told her I didn't want her powers.” Charms said as she cried. Taji’s heart broke at seeing the little girl cry, he understood exactly how she was feeling.

Reavers standing in front of the lecture hall with her arms across her chest. “N-nothing, Professor...” he replied sitting down. The rest of the class snickered. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he whispered at Seb with a red face. [I just did, didn’t I?] “Silence.” Prof. Reaver’s voice reverberated inside the lecture hall. The class fell silent at once. “This is Charms 301, Advance Charms, where you will be learning about Advance Arcane Symbols for seals and protection spells. I hope that this year would be better than the last, particularly regarding a certain trouble maker who thinks too highly of himself.”

“A charm is similar to an incantation or a spell; a practice believed to have magic power. It is not something tangible, but any sort of charm can be stored in an enchanter’s possession, may it be precious jewelry or some old photograph. Hiestorans first learned the craft of charm-binding during the Light Age…” Ever since Clara attended Professor Kendrick’s Charms and Relics class this afternoon, her eyes could not set themselves on anything but the girl sitting two rows down from her seat.

It was a delicate choker of black velvet, with a single, small silver dragon charm hanging from it. Saoirse recoiled. "I am not a dog." "It’s not for a dog," Tristan said, his voice serious. "It’s a warding charm. I stole it from the Treasury this morning. It deflects scrying magic. If Rowan tries to sense your aura again, this will scramble the signal." He held it out. "But to them, it will look like a mark of possession. My mark." Saoirse stared at the silver dragon. A dragon around her neck. Hidden in plain sight.

Which meant that the charm hadn’t been designed for me. It had been designed for someone like him. And I had just happened to be the first one wearing enough magic to sound the alarm if it failed. I sat still for a long time, fingers resting on the overlapping sigils, the silence of my dorm thick enough to choke on. The realization pulsed in the center of my chest, not panic, not fear. Just weight. Dense. Certain. The charm hadn’t been designed for me. It had been mapped using the magic of someone else. Someone the archive didn’t acknowledge. Someone the faculty didn’t question. Someone who moved through this school like a ghost stitched together from forbidden magic and forgotten experiment

They brought up the photo and frowned in disbelief when they saw the charm. Tyler: [What kind of charm is this?] Liora: [Heh-heh, I bet you don't know this! This is not a protection charm but an exorcism charm!] Axel: [Are you going to use this to perform exorcism, Lia?] Liora: [Yes, Axel! I see faceless ones lately! Uncle Ben told me to learn to make this charm as soon as possible to protect myself and defeat them!] Tyler frowned. Tyler: [Aren't you scared when you see those things?]

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”