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“I can feel it now. The spell I placed has already been broken.” I frowned, confused by his words. “Your spell? Which spell do you mean?” I asked, my voice shaky. The wizard took a long, slow breath, his eyes staring into the distance as if she was seeing something far away. “I am Aura,” he said quietly, giving me his name. “You used to come here with your father when you were a child. Do you remember that, Lora?” he asked gently. “Yes,” I answered, trying to remember clearly.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

Vander asked. “Of course not Vander. I’m a Class B + wizard, remember? I know how to conjure karma. ” Vander smiled at what I said. "I know exactly what spell to use to teach those people who were corrupt and evil in their ways." And I laid Yana down inside the car before I took out my wand to get ready for another spell. Once again I focused myself. Then waved my wand and performed an incantation. “Before this day is over, before the night is through,

He’s just smiling at Lee who is just smiling back. After an awkward staring contest… “I freaking knew it, old man. I knew you were a wizard dammit! Ever since I was a kid and you blew up that frog! Admit it”. Lee chuckles, “that wasn’t me, that was a firecracker and I prefer the term sorcerer if you don’t mind”.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

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.

I somehow found my voice and confidents only to ramble like an idiot, I would smack my forehead, but I am just going to act like it was normal and not draw any more attention to it. “So, The Sorcerer Stone?” Okay back to dumb founded as I feel my jaw drop and eyes go wipe at him. “And based off your choice of movie, clothes and glasses I’m assuming you are a true Potterhead. Though for some reason I see you more as a Hufflepuff rather that Gryffindor.” “I… I …. Um…. Huh?” I seem to have lost the ability to speak. Was he a wizard? Did he just do wandless magic? He just chuckles.

I lightly traced the pattern like I could touch him. These words were written: The old wizard said aloud, “Can you see what I can do?”

I say. I take Bruce by the hand and start walking toward the little magic shop. "It is boarded up, and we can't go in there," Bruce says. As we step over the sidewalk and onto the small concrete pad in front of the shop, it begins to change. "It must be a spell or something," Bruce says. He looks at me like I should know. "I only became a witch yesterday. I have no idea," I say, shrugging my shoulders. When the storefront changes, it is a little magic shop, after all. The image of the three ancestors fades away, and two old men appear in the doorway.

I looked at him confused so Henry cleared his throat and said, "You just asked me to pick you up and then hang up. Other than that, you don't have to remember anything else." Just as he was leaving, he tossed me some pocari sweat saying, "The lady at the convinience store said it's good for hangovers." Ah seriously... how can I give up when you're this kind? You're always giving me mixed signals, Henry. I stood up and said as I was about to give the letter, "Henry... Yui-"