Vaulting Charm Hogwarts Mystery Novels & Stories

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

I would hate to be tied here longer than I need to. Across the empty hall, double doors stood high and proud, made of brass that had intricate designs and carvings embedded into it; I saw a man and a woman in questionable positions, so raw I had to look away to stop the blush that was spreading all the way to the back of my neck. A great raven was in flight cawing down as some men burned in a fire. I saw majestic horses and men riding them, descending from the sky and in the chaos beneath their hooves. The carvings told a story; one I had no time to decipher because Wrath threw open the door and all the chatter behind it ceased.

Of course, the ancient would have a hidden horror book in his personal damn throne in his personal damn vault! It was clear that the writing wasn’t normal ink and it had to be some kind of tattoo. I studied the first page, which seemed to be some kind of drawing of a tree. The ink had faded in some places, but I could still make out the tree. The next page was a very bad drawing of what seemed to be a witch and I could only imagine the circular image to be a cauldron of sorts! That was it! This was what we had been looking for all this time! I quickly paged to the next page. It was covered in symbols I had never seen before which I could only guess was the spell … Could this be the unlinking

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

The next morning, Lilia heard footsteps approaching her cell. She was awake all night and didn't sleep a wink, she studied each spell one page after the other and now, she knew all the content of the book. As the footsteps drew closer, Lilia quickly knew that more than two people were approaching, she stood up, raised her gown and tugged the book into her gown in a position where she wouldn't suspect a thing.

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

Arlo had sent somebody to secretly set up a pinhole camera in advance to record the entire incident. In the video, the grandmaster's hair was in disarray, and he looked like a lunatic. He was using Oliver and Oscar's blood as ink as he drew a magic spell on some blank talismans. He wanted to use the strength of the Blood to curse Hilda to death. However, the soul suppressing charm spontaneously burst into flames mid way through the ritual! Looking at the soul suppressing charm in disbelief, he suddenly burst out into insane laughter. "The heavens have abandoned the Bowen Family! The heavens have abandoned the Bowen Family!" After saying that, he dashed out of the pinhole camera's view, and h

Men who understood the price of knowledge. Men who would cage prophecy and bleed it until nothing was left. The carriage waiting at the edge of the district looked less like transport and more like a moving vault. Black lacquered wood. Silver sigils glowing along the wheels. Four midnight horses pawing at the cobblestones with restless magic. One of the guards opened the door. Lyra dug her heels in. “If you think kidnapping me is going to change your fate, you’re even richer and dumber than the stories say.”

Stories I couldn't read. At the center of the main chamber, a fire burned. Not a normal fire. The flames were blue and silver, casting no smoke, making no sound. They rose from a stone basin carved with more of those ancient symbols. And beside the basin stood a figure. Tall—impossibly tall. Cloaked in furs that seemed to move of their own accord. Its face was hidden in shadow, but its eyes... its eyes burned red. "Welcome," the figure said in that rumbling voice, "to the place where your journey truly begins."