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Erik looked at her and replied. "Dark magic? No, no. It couldn't be more far than dark magic. If I was to classify it by your terms, I would say it was white magic. As white as it can get. A white magic shield. The boy just weaponized the shield, just that. But I can't say more without examining Mr. Potter."

Hazel scoffed “You have no idea Don't you...I'm not sure you saw that in his memories, but Liam always knew that is still had dark magic in me” Joan became confused. What did she mean? “The rule of the white witches was simply, in the past you would be executed for using fake magic, but he saved me. He found a way to help Me keep it hidden. For all these years no one suspected a thing. My appearance was like that of a white witch even though I'm far more powerful than they could ever be” Joan looked completely confused what did she mean? “What do you mean” Hazel's smile grew. She walked to the table in the room and picked up the open book. “He gave me this book. That contained many secrets.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

"I knew it." "What is it?" I asked. "It's the manifestation of the spell within you. And it's fading, maybe, ever since your power was awakened. Someone cast this upon you, and it's all about concealing your power, memories, and even your appearance. What happens to your skin is the peeling of your cover. There's nothing to worry about. It's just the revealing of your true image. As far as I know, silver wolves came from albino wolves." Her arms folded. "But who might be the caster?"

The two spoke in unison, their auras erupting instantly. Cody flicked his fly whisk, sending countless silver threads, as sharp as blades, stabbing toward Lincoln. A faint azure glow lingered on the fly whisk, clearly infused with the Zen Magic Path's Mind Clearing Spell, capable of both harming the body and disturbing the mind. Lincoln drew the longsword at his waist, the blade humming as if it had met a worthy opponent. In the next moment, a fierce sword energy shot through the air, colliding with the silver threads of the fly whisk.

“How about I teach you a spell? It’s called Wolfbann, but be careful, you might not want to receive its side effects.” “What do you mean?” “Like when witches and wizards use their powers, there is this thing called Balik or return when you cast a spell. Depending on how powerful it is or how you use it, it has an equivalent backlash. You must be prepared for that.” “Well, I have nothing else to do, so why not?” “Great! First, summon your blue essence.”

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

During one of their conversations, Jesse began talking about his uncle Dorian and he blurted out, "Your mother is Snow White, the Vampire Queen, right?" I appreciated his efforts to include me. When left on my own, I kept remembering the moment Laeddin's spell had come over me, making me the weapon dedicated to destroying the assassins guarding the crown. My eyes had changed colors, flashing from one to the next. What affected me most were the gauzy wings I'd seen on my back right after the spell completed. They'd appeared just long enough to make me miss them even more when they vanished. "Yes." I gritted my teeth, fighting the hunger and depression eating away at my insides.

Mabel said. "Cool," Karl said. "The witch in the house is finally making sense" Vera chuckled. "Aiish! And I always tell you I'm not a witch but a sorceress" Mabel said. "Just do it already and stop talking unnecessarily," Jake said. Mabel sighed and looked at the front. She got immersed in the stare and muttered out some strange words which made no sense. She was reciting a spell. As soon as she muttered those things, There was a sudden wind. Mabel's eyes turned pure white, and her hair shone white. Her eyes and hair were white as snow.

One was pure white, the other was white and red with the red standing out the most and the last was black. "Spell catchers?" I asked. "Spell catchers are mystical plants that catch dark spells and turn them into pure energy, returning it to nature to purify and strengthen trees. They are white but with every spell they catch, they turn red. Once they catch enough, they turn black for two weeks and then grey, before blue and the energy is released." Leaf explained. "Then turn white again," Ann added. "I can only use the white one, it is the only pure one but, Leaf, I'm going to need your help,"