Novel & Cerita Slytherin Motto

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

"well he is correct, there is no way they won't be a few hint in the ritual, it is only that they seems to be a reason while they are not following the hint, professor Snapes said. At the time of the ritual it was believed that almost all the kid that was involved as far as they could talk recited something that seems to be an incantation, after so many years i have analyzed the incantation and have pick up clues that am sure the higher up should have picked but didn't want to use. Listen to this incantation and pick out the word that is repeated most, professor Snapes said as he began reciting. "aurora boralis thou great aurora, my spirit recides in a world of rest, i am a cut through hist

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That's the ancestral motto passed down through generations of the Lycan royal family. Likewise, it's a principle I personally uphold." With that, he took my hand and left without looking back.

Noah added it right after me, and I glared at him. “We took an oath before joining this guild, Gabriel. Did you remember that oath?” he asked me calmly. I didn’t answer, and he just tilted his head a little, waiting for me to answer his question. “Our only motto to join this guild is to do everything to save our kind from any kind of threat or danger. No matter who that threat is or what kind of relationship the threat has with us, we need to finish it at any cost. If … if we ever try to use the knowledge that we get from any branch of the guild for any personal gain or to hurt an innocent person, our punishment will be losing our wolf. We offer both our soul and our wolf to the goddess and

"Meaning you are not staff, Neoma. You are enrolled as a Special Cadet." Silence filled the cabin. Viggo dropped his knife. Clatter. Barzil turned fully around. His face darkened. "She is a Null," Barzil growled. "They will eat her alive." "They will try," I corrected. "But she survived the Dregs. She survived the Vault. And she survived us." The transport slowed. The air brakes hissed as we approached the massive iron gates of the Academy. The archway was inscribed with the motto of the institution: Iron Sharpens Iron.

Not respect. **Fear.** Damien stood beside me, his jaw taut, and expression unreadable. He hadn’t kissed me in three days. The quill scratched parchment. The seal was pressed. The crown — gold, platinum, and without a single gem was placed on my head. *No light without fire.* That was the motto engraved beneath the new Montrose sigil. A phoenix rising from flame. --- I retired to the old study that evening, needing silence. I sat in the very chair where my father had once ruled, fingers steepled, and eyes unfocused on the firelight.

Asking for her confirmation as she nodded and smiles, she looks at the window as she chanted inside her mind the spells, she found amusing. "Tenebras Dissipare. Omne Aevum." "Incipio Serpus Malum." "Kleidaria Klodanum." "A drop of water, as light as air." "Thrughain Adhar Thruagort Isham." "Cibè àit tu air an aimsir fhàistineach tusa." "Umbra Libre Invenio." Chanting it inside her mind, she marks her face with a smile as a few moments they finally arrive at the Academy. Using the west gate of the Academy and a few meters away from the student council building, she steps outside her car, as a familiar face greeted her.

Some even had their lips sewn together, an initiation for young warlocks as they must practice silence for a century. “I was there too. And after all that I have done for you. After all that I have sacrificed… do you not think me worthy to be one of the princes?” One of the warlocks, an elder with the symbol of a crescent moon on his forehead and a cross over his mouth, stepped forward. “No one is more worthy than you, Alexander the Immortal Sorceror,” he said, “But we cannot say the same for the rest of your chosen princes.” Alexander raised his chin slightly to intimidate the warlock. The warlock might be an elder, but he was still no match for Alexander. “You question my judgment?”

“I don’t understand. You want me to kill all warriors that has a cut on their palm?” “Cuts with black weird writing on it,” I added and pulled the dagger out of the traitor’s neck. My hands roamed around Malfoy’s cold lifeless body and rashly pulled away his sleeves covering the mark on his wrist. “When acting alliance in a vampire territory, a pact is needed. A blood from one’s palms should flow down a bowl sealed by a sorcerer. Then automatically, an ancient writing would appear on their palms as a sign of allegiance and loyalty. In Malfoy’s case, I guess he had pledged something, a reason on siding Pinansey-angan that is still unclear.”

Fiona frowned. “Third year.” The oppressive feeling that Sally was emanating caused her to feel extremely uncomfortable. She bit down on her lip. It was clear… It was clear she was the one who was interrogating Sally, but why did she feel like she was the one being questioned now? “Oh, third year?” Sally smiled as she continued gazing at her. “If you’ve been here for three years, you should know what the university’s motto is, right?” Fiona pursed her lips. Although unwilling, she still answered Sally’s question. “The school’s motto is… to read virtuous books, to obey virtuous teachings, to have virtuous aspirations, to partake in virtuous activities, and to be a virtuous person.”