Vaulting Charm Hogwarts Mystery Novels & Stories

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

The air was heavy with mystique and whispers of forgotten tales. Leo's eyes widened in awe as he examined an ornate scroll resting on a pedestal, its delicate script shimmering with hidden enchantments. "This scroll... it holds the knowledge of the Veritas Reliquary," he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. Amelia's heart quickened at the revelation. This was the moment they had been waiting for—the chance to uncover the truth and liberate the Magus from the grip of darkness. She carefully unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols and encrypted messages.

The black figure who was strangling the driver forcibly pulled the driver out and took over the boxcar. In another corner of the 'Speischerstad.' Dante inspected every corner of the warehouse where Black Blood kept their contraband. Boxes of wooden crates lay almost everywhere. "Fernando is crazy," Dante muttered as he opened one of the crates. The man's blue eyes peered behind the lid, which he had pierced with several nails. From behind the crack, he caught a glimmer of yellowish light. "What has he stored in this chest?" muttered Dante with great curiosity. He quickly pushed the lid of the chest until it broke. Aslan was a little surprised, and from behind a pile of dry straw, he accident

Elizabeth is walking to the other side of the room to get some raw ingredients from the bottled jars. A fishy odour instantly appears and surrounds the small room. “I am making a medicinal potion for cough. The starting ingredients have an awful smell. If you cannot take it, just leave this place and never come back.” Elizabeth smirked at the governor. He stared at her for a minute, and afterwards, walked angrily out of the room. “I will come back with vengeance, Elizabeth. I never lose, and never been rejected. I will make sure that I will win and the end, and you’ll come running for me begging on your knees. Mine will be the last laugh.”

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song

She was about to hold his hand when he grabbed him by her waist. "Careful," he uttered while smiling. "Thank you," she mouthed. Her heart was pounding heavily and her jaw almost drop when she look up to look closely at the castle. It has tall towers as if reaching the sky, with bright and colorful arch windows. The exterior design was a combination of gold and white marble. "Wow! I didn't imagine it would be this grand," she looked at Ibrahil with her eyes wide open. He just smiled at her and grab her waist.

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.

“Ward breaker charm works. Good.” Thess darted to the far shelf and snagged a scroll bound with black silk. “Council blood oath records. They’ll hate us for having this.” We worked fast, collecting everything on our list and a few extras that looked too dangerous to leave behind. My satchel grew heavier with stolen magic, but the enchantment kept it weightless against my hip. A faint hum echoed through the room. My gut clenched. “Shit. Someone’s coming.” We dove behind a massive shelf, pressing into the shadows. A librarian swept in, her eyes scanning the pedestals, pausing for a moment where I’d taken the Black Court tome. She frowned but moved on.

“What do you see in her anyways? All I saw was an insufferable woman who can’t form a sentence to save her life.” His loud cackle boomed around me, filling the room. It was one of his many talents. Or curses. The way his voice bounced off the walls played mind games on your brain, “She intrigues me. I’m not sure if she knows it, but she is a witch. I can smell the magic flowing through her veins. And it doesn’t hurt that she has a body to die for.”

The Fawn house- a house strictly for cheerleaders, as I heard was situated outside of the school. It was a large building that would contain hundreds of ladies with varieties of perfume. A large cauldron, painted pink and purple, was placed outside to further signify that many of the cheerleaders were witches. I had seen wolves at the entrance, too. So, it would have been weird if only the cauldron was used to symbolize witches and none to symbolize werewolves. I wasn't the only werewolf here. I could smell at least ten different scents. Besides, Jessica was a werewolf, too, and not a witch.