Witch Riddles with Answers

I bubble and brew when the moon is bright, mixing eye of newt with starlight. What am I?

Pointed hat, striped socks, broom in tow—I zigzag through the clouds like a pro. Who am I?

I perch on brooms and whisper spells, guiding potions as nighttime dwells. What am I?

I purr beside the cauldron fire, emerald eyes of ancient desire. What am I?

Three turns of the spoon, one clockwise, one not. Stir me wrong and I’ll bubble a plot. What am I?

I jingle with charms down cobblestone streets, selling moonbeams and midnight treats. Who am I?

I hang from the ceiling, dried herbs in rows, ready to heal whatever woes. What am I?

I’m the broom that passed its flying test, licensed to tilt, swerve, and jest. What am I?

I glow green under a harvest moon, scaring crows from the pumpkin dune. What am I?

My spells are brewed from laughter and light, I only cast joy on All Hallows’ Night. What am I?

I warn travelers with smoke and howl, keep distance or taste my fowl. What am I?

I’m the broom closet filled with secrets old, open me gently or stories unfold. What am I?

I’m the tea steeped with moonlit dew, sip me slow for visions true. What am I?

I’m the charm bracelet of silver and bone, each jingle protects your home. What am I?

I ring midnight chimes only once a year when witches and mortals gather near. What am I?