Romans & histoires Severus Snape Books

The two of them then went out with a smile on their face. After Severin returned to his room, he took out the alchemy manual and read it carefully instead of going to sleep. Though it had only been a few days since he received the book, he was well on the way to memorizing all the refining techniques for first-grade and second-grade alchemical medicines. Therefore, he began to touch a bit on third-grade ones.

Queen Sabrina whispered, holding the King to hide her sobs while Colton held Jacey. “He shouldn’t have done that.” I whispered to myself and felt arms around me. “With the permission from king Teodor, take the body away and do the funeral.” Alastair ordered and few people scrambled to follow it. “Let us go inside.” He uttered to us and pulled me inside while I continued to blink at the place where it all happened. “It is ok.” He whispered after entering his Chambers while everyone left to guest chambers. “What have I done to make him hate me in that way?” I questioned out loud and couldn’t remove the hatred in his eyes towards me.

Kyra, Eldon, and Marcus held hands, their collective power enhancing Selene's magic. Initially, the wards put up a fight, but over time, they started to falter. Selene's singing became more intense, and the brightness from the book grew stronger. Finally, the protective barriers broke with a sudden surge of energy, causing the book to fall open, its pages emitting a supernatural glow. Kyra moved ahead, her gaze fixed on the book's contents. The sheets contained mysterious characters and old spells, revealing the sorcerer's source of power to them. "Here it is," Kyra exclaimed, her voice brimming with wonder. "This is the thing we have been looking for."

"Now, today, before the true intention of the one with the Book of Spells becomes known." "Please give me a few moments." …Sebastian POV… After cleaning the horrible stench of that Ripper off my skin, I find myself with Anastasia and Edward discussing the way forward. I have not yet made it known to Anastasia, who is in possession of the Book of Spells. It is not that I wish to keep the location a secret; I just have no idea how I am going to approach this. This shall, by far from all the battles we have found ourselves in; this shall be the one that holds the biggest danger of all. But what makes this even more terrifying is that there are so many ways this can go for there is hundreds of s

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.