Novel & Cerita What Happened To Dumbledore's Hand

Blood pooled in his palm; it didn’t look as if it hurt him, but it certainly looked as if it did. He put the vile to his lips and took a deep sip of the potion. I waited with bated breath as he placed the empty vile back in the case and then took a seat on the bench. We both stood and stared at his hand. Several seconds ticked by and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Then, after what felt like an eternity, I watched as his hand started to heal.

“Why does my hand hurt so bad?” I gazed at my hand and it had been bandaged again. Ghen entered the room. “Master, you are conscious now,” he fixed a bow. “How did I get here and why can’t I make use of my hands?!” I barked. “Master, we took you to the witch doctor and she said that you would be fine in a few days time if you had stopped making use of your hands. You got badly wounded on the wrist by those elastic strings when you struggled to kill Vladya. So the witch doctor had told me that someone would have to help you in doing every basic thing you normally used your hands for,” Ghen concluded.

Because my right hand was injured from the battle with Ken. "Let go of me, Luke! I want to slap you right now!" Rebecca screamed again, and now she had also started crying. I chose to remain silent while looking at her. Now my gaze is lowered, fixed on Rebecca's very delicate hands. I immediately looked at her palm which now looked blistered. I kissed the palm of her hand as I cast a spell and blew on it to heal quickly. "I'm sorry, Luna. But I didn't mean to make your hand hurt like this." I said regretfully.

Henry did not care about the speculations and changes. After dispersing the Trumans, he looked at his teacher, Albus. He raised his right hand and slowly exerted vital energy into the air, penetrating Albus's body. Albus' expression did not change, and he allowed the vital energy to infiltrate his body without any resistance. He felt warm all over, and many of his hidden injuries disappeared. He thought that his strength was even better than before. Even after everything that had happened, his disciple continued to treat him well. Albus sighed. Henry's safety was definitely worth worrying about.

Keep it together, Leia! “Look at your hand,” he instructed, pulling me back to the present. At first I thought nothing was happening, but when I blinked again, sure enough, there it was. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like watching… magic. My hand went from red and slightly puffy to completely flat and normal, and as he said, like nothing even happened. I pulled my hand away from his hold to stare and analyze it closer. “Wh— what? H— how did that happen? That’s not possible!”

"Eh?!.." He believed he had grasped Dora's shoulder, but his hand slid down. To prevent himself from falling, he took a step forward and discovered something beneath his foot. He felt a powerful sensation that traveled from his chest to his entire body, ending in his right hand, as he gradually lifted his foot. Underneath it, he discovered four fingers. "Ah... What... ouch... what is this..." He looked at his hand, surgically separated from his fingers, and let out a howl of pain as he squeezed his wrist, much to the horror of his comrades.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

How would she correct the impression? Moreover, she slapped him. He had never raised his hand on her. He did threaten but he never followed through with his threat. She raised her hand first and slapped him. Yet, he was restrained enough to retaliate by slapping her bum instead of her face. She tentatively laid her hand on her sit spot. It was smarting and she was still heavy with regret. She winced at the ache and prayed for the sting to die down. She stayed there buried in cycles of the same thoughts about everything leading up to the present moment.

Duncan Hiddleston felt dizzy and Phedra Elizabeth sat up, she was safe. "Are you okay?" At this time, Phedra Elizabeth's hand was wet with blood, Phedra Elizabeth's hand was in serious trouble, and Phedra Elizabeth's hand was caught with a small wooden knife, which stuck to Phedra Elizabeth's hand, making it difficult for Phedra Elizabeth to move. Duncan Hiddleston also woke up later, his whole body was covered with scratches. Duncan Hiddleston looked at Phedra Elizabeth in panic, then sat up again, taking Phedra Elizabeth's hand.

When the man returned his focus to Abelard, how surprised he was, that his right hand had been cut off beyond his response. The man’s right hand fell to the ground, blood dripping everywhere. He took a few steps back while holding his severed right hand with his left. “DAMN YOU!” “Incoming!” Abelard took one of his still hovering knives and threw it back. But easily, that mysterious man can make it stop in the air again. Not finished with that, Abelard’s sword followed from the right side and his sword couldn’t reach it as if it had hit a wall. “Nice tr…”