Slughorn Harry Potter Novels & Stories

But these past few years, the Middle Region Magic Academy's' previous results could only be described as bad. The rank bottom in all the academies resource ranking. Although in power ranking, the Middle Region Magic Academy ranks higher. That was because of the appearance of two individuals. One is the son of the famous magician from the Seeker Association and from a prestigious family, known as Almond Amulet." Almina's eyes twitched from the name. This name was of course very familiar to her, after all, It was her big brother.

The place reeked of dark sorcery, I could even scent the number of souls sacrificed in this very same room. Getting bored with the amount of filth all over the place, my eyes finally traveled to the centre of the shrine where a hag masquerading as a young slender woman with seemingly flawless light-brown skin and a pretty face angrily stood, forcefully rooted to the ground. Right before her was a large table, full of her revolting magical ingredients and spell books—one, in particular, a bit larger than the rest, opened in the middle beside a burning candle, a small-looking bowl, and a pig’s skull. Her imp was back by her side, standing stationary at the furthest side of the table, absently

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.

The Sorceress convulses, her screams blending with the elemental fury that engulfs her and she topples onto the ground. “No….this cannot….be….” she hisses and her skeletonial body begins to dissolve into a grostique heap until something begins to worm its way out of the dead Sorceress’ mouth. It is black and slimy. It looks like a slug, but it is as big as a snake. The thing sticks its head into the nighttime air before snapping its head in my direction.

But seeing Emma's apparent intrigue, he spoke in a light tone, "How should this snake be raised?" The gray-robed person was taken aback, a mixture of being cherished and terrified. This was the first time Draco had spoken to them in such a gentle manner, making them flustered and unsure how to respond. Quickly, they said, "This is Bich Duong, a talent nurtured by this humble one. Young Master, take a look!" They reached into a side pouch and carefully brought out a small vial, presenting it. "This vial contains a special potion. Its scent is undetectable to humans and animals, but only Bich Duong, raised on this potion, can smell it."

she whizzed. I raised my claw ready to gut her, that's when the stench hit me—dust, candle wax, and the blood of a pup. It clung to my lungs, heavy and unnatural, the kind of smell that didn’t belong anywhere but in a witch’s den. Something else was here…a pit of blood, thick with the stench of iron and decay, mixed with herbs, it reeked of sorcery. A Lazarus Pit. The kind used to drag the dead back into the living realm. But no one ever returned the same.

And in Public! On his way to the Hunter Corp, Silver stumbled at a small potion shop. It had a sigh that named it, Crooked Wizard. The Stop itself looked like a hut build from obsidian black stone. The hut had a metallic sheen to it. He stared at it for a while. Another signboard said they trade blood sack. He quickly opened the door.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

The other part of the room was so dark and wooden with glowing books and potions on the shelves as well as so many large pots and dirty broomsticks. Everywhere was dusty but I still stepped in, ignoring my irritation to dirty environment. “Hello?” I called her. There was no response from the hag, she just continued mixing whatever she was mixing. “Hag?” I called again. She suddenly turned to me, pointing the stick at me. I flinched and stepped back, wondering what the hell was going on with the crazy old thing.

We started walking again to the place we were really going to. We got to a building and I did not allow the Sorcerer to talk that I have already spoken that we have gotten there. The house has a snake inside a cage and all other features of the house that I have forgotten before, I started seeing and remembering them all. We entered the house and did not find anyone there. I and Salazar started shouting to draw the attention of her, if possible she might be in the house in a hidden place. The Sorcerer went to a place where an hollow and cylindrical object made of clay and filled with water is. He looked at the water and startes talking with her inside the wall.