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The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage. “Wait,” I called out. “Before you do anything bloody, can we let this kid go?” They all burst into racuous laughter that had my body burning up from rage or embarrassment. I honestly could not tell which either. Right now, either I die or not, Tina was my priority. “It’s sad I will not be able to see the look on your father’s face when he sees my message regarding you,” the fake Dumbledore said. “Oh, what the hell? We’ve won.”

The Third Elder also had a darkened expression on his face and was extremely angry. “Yes, who is this person? They really have the guts!” Two other elders joined the conversation angrily. After all, the Ninth Patronum was a master of the semi-god status. They had spent lots of cultivation resources to groom such a strong master and his death was a huge loss for the Woods family.

Said Professor Dimitrio with a knowing smile. “My name is Dorin Silvius, from Quercus Kingdom. I’m 13 years old, and wish to apply for scholarship to study Magical Defence.” Professor Morell seemed to perk up at the mention of his name. “What is your element, Dorin?” he asked. “My element is wind.” Dorin answered, his eyes looking straight ahead. “How about your lightning magic?” Professor Morell inquired. “Well, I can make sparks...” Dorin raised his hand and made sparks appear from his pinky finger. The examiners did not look impressed.

Dexter maintaining his murderous aura . " This .. when he was about to pounce upon Oz, I was after him trying to catch him because he teased me. The power of the wand was so strong that we both ended up getting transformed . Lady didn't have any intentions like that. I am a phoenix , a magical bird of fairy land. "explained Osiris. " WHAT ...!! " yelled many subordinates in unison which caught the remaining one's attentions. " Trinity .... you ... you transformed .. ... a WOLF and a PHOENIX ...!!" yelled the king , who had lost his usual calm aura right now and was looking murderous at this very time.

This was to be done when it rained so that the power of my ancestors could seep into the roots of the tree. As our eighteenth birthday approached, or if our magical abilities emerged. It was tradition for a mother to break off a branch, seep it in a potion of her choosing, and forge a wand for her daughter. Dora’s potion included the tears of a griffin, the scale of a dragon, and the fur of a blessed wolf. It was believed the potion would increase the power of the witch who wielded it. My powers emerged when I was 17. When I turned 18, my power increased significantly.

They had no loss, they had absolutely nothing to worry about and here I was, here was Yifa, the orphan girl who got cursed right from birth by the moon goddess when my mother died during delivery and then suffering because of the curse my own father laid on me. All my life, all I had come to know was the grief that came with life. I have never experienced a special feeling of love, protection and earnest care. The ones who loved me always turn away just as Dumbledore did years back when he rejected me, breaking down my entire world with just those few words. Dumbledore rushed immediately to start eating his breakfast, his long awaited meal but then he gets his right hand spanked by Darwin. “

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Damien’s brow furrowed in confusion. Victoria rushed on, desperate to regain control. “Yes! Damien, it’s a forbidden potion from Luna’s family! It changes a person’s appearance! I only know because I saw them use it once, by accident!”