Romans & histoires Wizard From Harry Potter

As the clash between Oscar and Damian reached its peak, Oscar seized an opportunity to turn the tide in his favor. With a swift motion, he retrieved a gleaming, arcane wand from his side, its magical essence pulsating with power. With a determined glare, he aimed the wand at Damian, channeling his energy into a single spell. A burst of magical energy erupted from the wand, striking Damian with precision. The impact caused Damian to stagger, his movements faltering as the magic worked its way through his body. The disabling spell had taken effect, rendering him temporarily incapacitated and vulnerable.

Hazel’s POV The wizard didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He stood across the room, turning that same crystal sphere between his fingers like he was deciding what kind of disaster to create next. The silver symbols on his robe moved faintly whenever he shifted, like they were alive beneath the fabric. “I can't do it,” I finally said, my voice rougher than I expected. His eyes lifted slowly toward me. “Well…you’re alive,” he replied simply. “That alone is more than most of your kind would have given you.”

With a sweep of his sword, the skeletons went into a million pieces. "What are you?" the wizard appeared from the darkness of the surrounding wall. He lifted up his arms; a large wooden staff shaped as a dragon, appeared in his hand. Albin rolled. The wizard casted a fireball, Albin made a shield with his hand. The fireball went in the opposite direction. The wizard moved, Albin casted a fireball. The wizard was slow to react. He fell to the floor. Albin walked forward, lifter his sword and with all his strength drew it through the wizard's chest. The tip of the sword went through the floor.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

"I know Sabrina. When Luke touched me, something inside me woke up. Remember when we were in the mall? That pain I felt was so excruciating. Everytime I felt pain, I knew something inside me woke up." "So, does it mean that you also have a wizard spirit?" Azrael asked. I shook my head no. Their forehead creased in confusion. I smiled at them and uttered the word that made them flabbergasted. "I am the Wizard." Yes, there were five of us---I am the wizard, Xandra is the wolf, Val is the vampire, Willow is the witch and Damona is the demon. "But how come you don't have any wand? Wizard used their wand to release their magic but I never saw you using your wand." Sabrina said, confused.

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

“What I do know is that when I was a very young mage. The best that the King had before Warlord, the King asked me to design a containment spell. I did.” “What did the spell do?” “Reduced a creature’s size and appearance to allow it to be kept within a chambered jar.” “Soon after that, Warlord came to be his Commander.” “What did the King use the spell to capture.” “I’d love to know.” Hawk shook his head in wonder. “But there’s rumors he keeps the sacred jar in his maze of chambers within the walls. Somewhere Warlord can’t sense it and can’t track it because of the dampness of the inner walls.”

Even if they were far enough from the shore, the bottom of this lagoon they were in was smooth and a little deep, so far. The girl looked behind her and saw a man approaching them. “Look at him. The greatest wizard at Elmbridge School ...” Elizabeth looked doubtfully at Miss Harmony. “Really? I thought Mr. Knudlac was ...” Miss Harmony sighed softly and smiled. “For me he is the greatest wizard. And he spilled his magic on me ... only on me.” “What did he do to you?” asked the girl puzzled and scared. “He stole my mind ... heart ... and many other things,” Miss Harmony smiled.

Lily stood up in front of everyone a little timidly, she also stretched her arms out in front of her, recited a spell like Amity, closed her eyes, then opened them again, without any movement. Elias laughed loudly: “Amity, you're giving her a hard time. For an ordinary person like her, there is no power to summon heavenly auras like our wolves." “That's right, Amity. Lily is just an ordinary person.” Venn agreed with his master's words and continued.