U Are A Wizard Harry Novels & Stories

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

(Reagan's POV) Holy crap. How can I explain this to Derek and Unknown dude what just happened? There were several options to choose from: (A) "I read a spell in Harry Potter and thought I should try it. It worked." (B) "I'm doing an experiment in Chemistry on how to pop out of thin air." (C) "I'm 25% unicorn, 25% leprechaun and 25% fairy." (in that case, would that turn me into a troll as a result, right?)

Chills spread over me in response and I sunk into his arms, watching the wizard and his little one prance back through the woods. I haven’t met a wizard before but I knew they were naturally very nice creatures. Vampires live among mortals for easy access to blood but wizards and healers don’t need that kind of environment. I wasn’t sure what to expect until we stood in the middle of the thick brush forest, looking for any sign of homes or villages. Nothing was out here. The wizard looked up and Justin and I did the same, jumping back as a rope ladder fell from the heavens. The little one went first, her climbing speed unmatched by the older man. Justin pressed me over his shoulder and climb

"But don’t you think we should give a warning? That some wizards might be evil and use their abilities to harm others?" Max’s expression was thoughtful. "I’m not a counselor, Your Majesty," he said earnestly. "But if you ask me whether we should tell people that some wizards might be evil, it’s no different from telling people that some werewolves—some of our own kind—could be dangerous.”

she said as she dusted the cover with her hands. FLASHBACK: “You know you are a Baudelaire,” Halle said to Hazel, who had her hand on her forehead because of the pain she experienced from the recovery spell Halle had performed on her. “A chosen one at that,” she added, drawing Hazel’s attention. Halle crouched down and opened up her box, taking out a black book, then made her way towards Hazel, who took a few steps back. “Do not fight it, Hazel, because this is what we were born to do. You are a witch, and a powerful one. They have locked you up for quite long, and I am here to set you free,” she said, and Hazel shook her head.

But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real. "Wait, so there are actually people with magical powers?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around this new information. "Yes, and it's not just limited to humans. There are also fantastic creatures like dragons, unicorns, and even talking paintings," She replied, her eyes sparkling with wonder. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like a world full of endless possibilities and adventure. "And the best part is, Harry Potter, the famous wizard, goes to Hogwarts too. He's the chosen one, destined to defeat the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort," Renee continued, her voice filled with excitement.