Spells In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was

Daisy herself felt the denseness of the wood and felt her butt herself ruminating about the chair itself. Which had many other students muttering about the hard seats and the coldness of the room. “Now let’s get started, Welcome to Strange Magic." This year we are going to be learning about all potion-spells, conjuring, forbidden spells and all you need to know about the magic to do and not to.” He stood up grabbing a vial from his cabinet that had slimy black molasses, at an angel he poured the substance into the cauldron.

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.

“ Crazy, he is simply crazy.” That was what Levy’s first thought was, she couldn’t believe it. That man actually used a tracing spell, all because he hoped that the bouquet he handed her wouldn’t be thrown away. Tracing as the name suggested meant ‘following’, witches and mages only used this spell in scenarios when they needed it because the spell was difficult to cast and the magic power that it consumed wasn’t small either.

"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" She concluded and tried to stab me with the sword. "Skrah………..ahhh…...ahhh……" Mighty thunderstruck, repeatedly as the sword fell from her hand, she looked enraged, but that wasn't all as mighty and heavy wind began to blow, the fire around us lit out. "How dare you, how dare the moon goddess stop my ritual, I will kill you by myself……!!!" She roared in anger and made to choke my neck, a piercing light suddenly shuns from the necklace around my neck, blocking her sight

CLAIRE's POV “As you know, spells are divided into classes, which are elements. Fire, water, wind and earth,” Aunt Axera said as she paced in front of me. I stood rigidly to the ground, palms made into tight fists as I listened to her. Her eyes found me and she continued. “Some spells differ however, like the healing and protection spell. There is one more spell, one which I will not mention.” I cocked my head with my eyebrows raised. I wanted to question her on what spell she was talking about, but the look on her face told me that she was not willing to talk about it.

I could still remember that day like it had happened just yesterday. My hands tightened on the staring wheel as I inhaled and exhaled, preparing for what I was about to do. "Gùfùh uzò.." I whispered slowly as I concentrated on the land before me. Those spells were as simple as abc and they had been the first spells my mother had thought to me as a child. Opening spells. The hairs at the back of my neck stood as I felt it, the slight brush of the spells that surrounded Lakewood. Spells that were meant to identify who belonged in there, and who was not welcomed.

Once inside the library, Meredith helped them find another book. “The Fervour Spell. It’s the only way to kill the Monster.” June read. “It’s a very strong spell and it can hail a firestorm.” Meredith knew all the spells, but she could not cast spells like Madison could. Meredith had super strength, super speed, and could heal quickly. Madison was in possession of the book, but she was not an expert on casting spells. The only way they could do this was by joining hands.

"I have prepared some practical spells that can be useful in your everyday lives. Also, I prepared some types of mild offensive spells that you can make use when facing certain danger." The professor's voice continued to echo within the four corners of the classroom and according to her, there were two types of spell. The first one were the magic spells that don't have much offensive ability tend to be chanted longer and some require preparations prior to its activation. On the contrary, spells that were used for offensive attacks can be cast instantly as it will only take a few breaths to enchant its spell. "Alright, since most of you here are fresh students, I am going to teach you a litt