Wizard From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Percy?" It was his childhood friend, Percy, coaching a carriage-carrying horse. Judging by his seemingly ordinary look, who would have thought that he is a talented magic user who specializes in wood manipulation? Be it a tree or a furniture, his skill allows him to control its shape at his will. "Heard yah gonna be participating too. How about a ride? Let's go crash the palace gate!"

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

I explained according to what was in my head. “Oh… it's fine then, they'll be fine. Besides, I'm going to make a wall so that the outside can't get in, and the inside can't get out." Then after saying that, this mage with titanium level started to walk again, walking into the Harfi family's house. From behind, it was clear that the wizard was old and that someone should replace him. However, since I know nothing about the wizarding world, I can only remain silent and not express my opinion.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

There’s an old saying, “Don’t anger a witch if you don’t want to eat bugs for the rest of your natural life!” Wizard: someone who uses or practices magic derived from supernatural, occult, or arcane sources. In several cultures, it is said the Wizards are quite similar to witches and are the Male equivalent of the aforementioned. Wizards are someone who is knowledgeable about ancient lore and magic. They often use Scroll Magic and or pre-cast spells written by witches. Their skills mostly lie in potion-making and spell research. They have a natural aptitude for magic. Warlock: The third and most formidable class of The W’s.

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

He looked old and if he was a wizard it meant he was at least double the age he looked to be. We shifted back and I stood naked in front of the wizard. ”Give us the girl, she who is half the child of darkness and half the abomination of your kind. Give us the girl and we will be resilient, give us the girl and you might get to live. Refuse to do as asked, and we will wreak havoc upon your pack and your people and we will not stop until every last one of you is dead!” I looked at James who was still in his wolf form. He and Alex were baring their teeth, snarling at the wizard.

“That is of no concern to you, wizard.” “But it is...” The wizard slowly pulled off his cloak. Golden hair spilled out, covering his face. Damien Wolfsbane’s eye widened, then looks down. “What do you want to know?” - The End of PHASE 1 -

“I don’t want to know if I’m evil. I’ve gone my whole life without using magic. I don’t need to use it. But I do need to figure out what happened to Winter.” “Then, you’re going to have to get help from someone else.” Glinda snapped her fingers, and a business card appeared. It was black, with gold lettering on it. Mordred Orkney, Wizard. “Wizard?” Nora asked. “I thought male witches were called warlocks.” “They are,” said Glinda, “wizards aren’t warlocks. Wizards are humans that use magic like drugs. They inject it into their system. They’re not born with it. Enchantresses are the same thing.”

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h