Slytherin Stuff Novels & Stories

“I'm really curious why it came out so red,” smiled Professor Lionel Squisshy, looking at Elizabeth. “Three drops of venom.” “Ah, poisonous cave bat venom? Very rare ... It helps in petrifying spells.” “No, it's just bee venom.” “Oh, it helps you play with time ... or turn the day into night and vice versa.” “Professor Lionel Squisshy, I thought more about being able to ...” “I'm Smart. Lionel is in the room for the creation of luminophobic objects, the professor indicates a dark corridor that led into a room located deeper in the basement of Elmbridge School of Magic.

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

History as not been kind to those like her who were open about it from the start. “I can see that. But you also seem hard working, kind but able to handle your own, love food and a bit shy regardless of how you acted last night when tell me off. Meaning you shouldn’t be underestimated.” He says. I still haven’t looked up at him wondering what the point of this is. “Yes, but just like Harry could have been Slytherin or Gryffindor according to the sorting hat. I could be both too. There is nothing wrong with being two things. I just choose Gryffindor.” Okay that might have shown a little more cards then I should have.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Elara set the book down on the table between us, the firelight casting flickering shadows over its ancient text. “The Slythe were the Moon Goddess’s first creation,” she said slowly. “A race born of divine power, blessed with abilities unlike any other. They were stronger, faster, and held magic beyond comprehension.” Her gaze met mine, steady and knowing. “They were supposed to be her greatest masterpiece.” Something in her tone made my stomach twist. “But?” Her lips pressed together, and she turned her gaze to the fire. “But they were too powerful.”

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

"Did you just reference Harry Potter?" "Don’t look at me like that. Kevin keeps calling him that." "He’s not Voldemort." "That’s why Kevin calls him the *Heir of Slytherin*—the handsome version," she shrugged. "Oh, please don’t!" I laughed. "He *is* a Slytherin," Jina insisted. Internally, I could only agree with the "handsome" part. A silence fell between us as I smoked. "I know I must sound like your mother or something, but after last time..."

One glass of alcohol won't harm him, he thought. “Fine, I'll drink it.” He took a large gulp. Derek’s expression softened slightly. “Good.” Lewis winced faintly as the alcohol burned his throat. “What was that?” Derek leaned back comfortably. “My special mix.” Lewis raised an eyebrow. “And what does it do?” Derek lifted his own glass slowly. “Helps me stay out of reality.” Lewis stared at him for a moment. “Like it helps you get high?” Derek nodded thoughtfully. “Fair enough if you say it that way.”

Then I heard his voice call out stopping me in my tracks. "Smart people do not let their emotions cloud their judgment. Choose wisely, and when torn between how to best cut off a painful thorn, look for someone who would do it for you, that way you get it all. That's my final word of advice." He said cryptically, leaving me standing in the dimly lit hallway while I realized that I now hated this "slave girl" label and I'll prove all of them wrong. Blood Moon Academy would be my stepping stone to the top.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.