Novel & Cerita Triwizard Tournament Schools

I asked. She was quiet for a moment as if she was trying to decide what to tell me or not, which made me even more curious about her. “School of Magic in Emerson,” she said in a breath. I raised my brows at her; Emerson was very far from here. Not as far as Monstro, but it was an airplane ride away. School of Magic was one of the best schools for both witches and fairies. We didn’t have a lot of witches at this school, but we did have a few and we had a bunch of different courses for them.

Even though the question was for me, it felt more targeted toward his own self. “I guess.”, I managed to answer as I saw the gates of the school. “I’ll be staying in the staff quarters and you know if there is even the slightest chance of Leon taking control, you need to call me or pappy.”, Oliver lectured me again and I nodded while admiring the huge building in front of me. “This school seems ancient!”, I said in awe. “It is. They also provide special classes for werewolves, vampires, and witches. But this is the only school where humans and supernatural study in harmony, or that is what they say!”, my personal encyclopedia named Oliver told me.

The magic trials was an event held every year to which students can showcase their magical abilities and knowledge learned in school. Composed of various events that students have to pass, the magic trials was the most awaited event by the students. But their excitement is not only because of the trials, what excites everyone the most is the Avaritian Magic Tournament. A time in which a simple commoner could prove himself to be stronger than the rest. Earning a spot in the top 5 at the Magic tournament could raise a commoner status to a lesser noble.

She thought that as the witch Timekeeper it only seemed right to have the witches attending the school as well, especially since her niece was a hybrid and a witch royal as well. I just knew as the two of them spoke, and then how they included Ember in the conversation, that within the decade the name of the school would be changing from The International Werewolf Academy to The International Supernatural Academy. I told Rayan as much which only made him and his Beta laugh as they wanted the women carry on a lengthy conversation about integration and changes within the academy. I had to admit, it was nice to be on friendly terms with the werewolves. Us fae had a great amount of power, but th

Matthias gave a speech in his place that ignited the earlier rumors about him and Trish. The school had a bench made in the clearing where they had the Samhain celebrations. Students were leaving flowers and notes on and around the bench for Trish. Everyone was affected by the unexpected death. Shipton Academy was supposed to be a safe haven for witches and warlocks and their perfect little bubble was infected with fear and grief.

/Chris’ POV/ One minute I was sauntering into Rick’s school’s parking lot since I needed to see his homeroom teacher and the dean of students. I spent the previous night investigating them since I didn’t want to appear in the school without proof. It was a school located in the midst of seven different packs, mine included and its teachers and students are inclusive of those seven packs, it’s one of the biggest werewolves-exclusive schools since. These seven packs, Crimson and Willow's packs included came together to build a school for werewolves' offspring, since our kind had to hide their identity in human schools to graduate and all, Selena and I graduated from the school as well. It does

I raise my brow in question, and she stops walking. "Goddess! Do you know what school this is?" "Isn't it the most renowned private school around?" "Yes, but only the big shots in our world attend. The future leaders, alphas, betas, and gammas. Vampire leaders and witches also come here. What position are your parents?" "I am sorry, but I don't understand..." Lisa stares at me for longer seconds, and her brows furrow deeply. "You don't know, do you?" she whispers as if she just realized something.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."

"May I ask from which school of magic are you from?" Nike asked politely. Since only he and Niccoli are the old students in the group, it was only them as well who knew that there are lots of other schools of magic aside from Iridos. "We are from Plufwarts Academy of Spell." One of the young warlocks replied as he extended his arm for a handshake "What was that sandman earlier? Since you have been here for several hours already, did you notice anything out of ordinary?" Nike continued asking after accepting the handshake offered by the other party.

"We're going to the mage school 3." "Mage school 3!" Butch and Liza shouted, "Just how big is this village?" Liza wondered. "We have five Mage schools. But only one is used for now. I don't know why but they said, long time ago people from the west, east, south and north villages attends the mage school all together with the center village. But one day, they all stop coming to the school." Kurtis said. "Just like that?" Melody was amused. "That's what they said!" Kurtis said.