Novel & Cerita Unforgivable Curses Hogwarts Legacy

I heard him huff angrily. “It doesn’t make it any easier…” I whispered to her hanging my head in shame. “I don’t want to kill anyone. I never wanted this magic!” I never asked for this. Why did you give me this curse Eldon?! “On with it!” Zachary yelled making me jump. “Show me the spells, rat. I won’t say it again- The next thing you will hear is Lady Joanne’s brains exploding all over this floor and I will make you clean it up!” You damn bastard! I hate you!

I tell grandmother “Don't believe all you hear, I have been in this world centuries before came in, and when I say that there's no repercussion from the moon goddess, believe me. That is all a way of making young witches and warlocks not do dark magic. Besides, when you get to Showek's College, you will discover that it is on the curriculum. Dark arts isn't all bad Hermione.” Grandmother says “So, when am I to get it and give it to you?” I ask achingly

She died so her daughter would not be saddled with her legacy. But as she passed away, her blood spilling into the earth, a final, horrid thought, a final, horrid curse, echoed in her mind. "I will not let them win. I will not let them sully my name. The power, the magic, will endure. A seed of a new Weaver will fall. My daughter will never be a Weaver. But her daughter shall. The legacy will endure. The blood will flow true."

I had never seen him before, but the presence of danger in his aura was unmistakable. "I’ve been waiting for you, Sofia," he growled, his voice rough and filled with venom. "The moon doesn’t shine for you anymore. You’re just a mistake, a stain on the legacy of the pack. A curse." Before I could respond, Lyra lunged, her form a blur of silver fury. The rogue wolf dodged her easily, his movement fast and fluid, but Lyra was faster. She snapped her teeth at his side, forcing him back, but the rogue was relentless, his growl rising in challenge.

“You’re too late. The potion bound her wolf. The bond is spreading. Your sweet little executioner won’t survive this.” I crouch lower until my eyes are level with his. “You’d be surprised how much pain that girl can carry. She was born to break curses.” His grin falters. Good. Malcolm moves forward again, cracking his knuckles. “So… are we done?” I glance at Rufus—what’s left of him. His body’s broken, his magic silenced, his legacy reduced to a dying breath. But something in me isn’t satisfied. “Not yet,” I murmur.

He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, like the beast inside him didn’t want to let go. I stepped back, getting a little scared. Valendor’s eyes flew open, and she spoke with power in her voice. “Let the curse be undone. Let the soul be free. Let the beast be cast or conquered.” The wind howled. The candles went out. Franklin let out a roar, not the beast’s roar, but his own voice that was filled with pain. “We must leave now. The spell has started.” I hesitated for a second. Franklin’s body was shaking harder now. His eyes flashed gold one last time, then blue, then back to gold and then they shut tight.

Bending forward across the wide table, she lowered her soft voice to a secretive whisper. “H-hexes are dark magic.” Morose explained, “It’s illegal for elemental w-witches like me to use dark magic.” “Really? What happens?” asked Tristan, now mopping up what remained of his breakfast with a piece of toast snagged from Allen’s plate. Morose’s response was a single word, “B-banishment.”

James said calmly, “It’s useless to struggle. You know I’ve learned Curse Magic from the Dark World, but you are probably unaware I’ve already obtained Franciscus’ inheritance. I’ve mastered all kinds of Curse Magic. “I’ve already planted eighteen thousand curses on your soul, body and bones. Regardless of how strong you are and what kinds of Supernatural Powers you have, you won’t be able to escape or reincarnate.” “You’re despicable and shameless, James.” Livid, Xayvion flew into the sky.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

, I remind everyone and everywhere is still quiet. "Really? Look what happened after they all stumbled off. We never heard of them and they seem to have sided with the enemy. No one has heard or seen of them for five years. Can't you see the handwriting on the wall? We are not the only ones suffering. Every other supernaturals are suffering too, the witches/wizards, kanays, hybrids, etc. Enemies we never knew we had surfaced. The only way to get back our legacy is through them. And you know that" I tighten my fist as he says that, cause I know he speaks the truth "Our medics-", Alex hysterically laughter echoes around the room and everyone has their head bowed.