Wizards Quotes Novels & Stories

WIZARD AND QUEEN MOROLAKE "How could you be out of ideas? How could you say, you don't know what to do? Do you mean we should just sit back and relax till the daughter or his father return and claim my head. I have always thought I chose the best of the best wizards in the Kingdom," wizard kept silent for a while, then he spoke. " I need to think before I can really tell you what I am going to do, because only when I have thought deeply would I be able to come out with an effective solution. And for the best wizard part, I never thought I am the greatest, there were a lot that are better, yes here in this kingdom, there is no one greater, only here, not beyond. If I can just think, my Queen.

“I’m Zack, by the way.” “Okay,” I said. Another minute later, “Hey, Kimia. What do you call a wizard who is good at calculus?” “Hermione,” I told him. “She’s good at arithmancy, not calculus,” Zack said without missing a beat. I snorted. “No,” he continued, “you call them a mathemagician.” “That was dumb,” I told him, but I couldn’t help grinning. He grinned back. “You’re smiling, though. I’ve got more.”

"But I won't die from it. I'll survive it, I'll get over it. We were never meant to be but you and her? That's fate. Otherwise you wouldn't have met again. The things we lose have a way of coming back to us..." "If not in the most unexpected of ways," Muslim finished, quoting one of the infamous people from the Harry Potter series. "How did you..." "Noorul-Huda invented this rule where she sends me three quotes from the series everyday," Marwan shrugged, cutting him off. Muslim's smile slipped off his face but he recovered when Marwan backed out a laugh. "It was annoying really," he nodded, still laughing. "I always feared what would happen if she found out how much I didn't care about the s

All he lacked was a red suit and a few reindeer. “Santa is a myth,” the wizard chuckled. “As you can see, I’m quite real.” “I forgot you read minds too,” Tara said with mild irritation. She’d followed Maggie’s instructions on blocking her thoughts and was disappointed it wasn’t working. Joshua spoke the truth when he said the wizard was good at it. “That I do, my dear girl. You have the power to block me if it bothers you,” he said matter-of-factly before turning his attention to Joshua. “Who might you be, young man?”

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement.

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

The old man only hummed, as though he’d heard it all before, and turned back to his pot. James stepped closer. “Are you even listening? I’m telling you, this isn’t just some nightmare.” “I’m listening,” the wizard finally replied, his voice calm but distant. “Dreams are echoes. Reflections of the mind. Don’t let them rule you.” James slammed his fist on the table. “Enough riddles! You know something. You always know something. Why won’t you just say it?” Silence. Then, just as James turned to leave, the wizard’s voice stopped him.

Granted it had limited effect, anyone who knows a little about wizards knows that it’s not empty hands that would stop them from doing some pretty badass magic. “I can’t say or do anything without a look,” I told him. “You do anything, it’ll take you years to die,” he said impassively, but his eyes had nothing with impassivity in them, they bore into me like jackhammers. “You can’t hold me, not for long,” I told him pointedly. Wizards are pretty infamous for being tough prisoners. “And I will have to do things if you want me to help her.” He looked at Mishka behind me, then back at me.

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit