Wizard Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Jackson rushed up from behind Hana and grabbed the neck of Namio Rankle, "I warned you, it looks like you won't let my words get in your eyes, Namio Rankle," Namio laughed hysterically, despite Jackson's hand clenching tighter. At that moment, Hana felt Namio's neck crack at any moment, but in the blink of an eye, what Jackson held in his hand was just a broken flower. Namio Rankle, on the other hand, sat on the top of a tall tree in front of them. It is the wizarding world's swapping; it is said that as long as there is a charm. None of the werewolf's spells could injure it. Hana understood why Namio could be so arrogant. "Just a dump man," Namio's voice echoed. "See you, Hana."

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.

But there are some spells that it’s hard to find any real justification for. “You’re not part of a coven?” Harry asks curiously. Oh shit, I didn’t really mean to let that slip. I didn’t even realise that Harrison was paying attention. It's no big deal, but a Witch without a coven is considered weak and vulnerable. Not something that is usually advertised. I try to play it off as a common thing.

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

His back had hit the huge gate surrounding Hertford Manor. "What the actual fuck?" Alexander let out. He tried to do the same thing again a few times, and the result was the same. When he walked slowly towards the house, he stretched out a hand to see the house was fully protected by a spell. It was a strong spell that prevented every creature but human beings from entering the house. "That Shier Hertford is not what he pretends to be," Alexander told himself, just to be clear. I cannot help Becca with whatever she needs right now, but she has to help me come what may, thinking that he shook his head. Deciding it was better for him to hunt and drink human blood, Alexander ran out of the mano

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

“Yes, very fast.” He held his staff tighter and closed his eyes, stepping backward. He brought his powers together and focused them on a spot. It had been a while since he held his wand thoughtless of using it. He might be a little rusty but he could make it work for he was the great Wizard Jonathan! He closed his eyes tighter and in a flash, he was no more wearing a Hawaii shirt and shorts but the proper attires for a wizard. He had a long and big robe on making him look very thin. There was a long crooked yellow hat on his head. It had an inscription of a yellow eagle.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

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.

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.