Novel & Cerita Dumbledore 1st

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

Albus was always thinking about Draco and preparing well-thought-out plans for Draco. Draco touched his chest, which felt warm at the overflow of Albus's attention that he had just realized now. Ah, what a fool he was! Why did he doubt Albus's affection for him? From the very beginning, Albus tried to save his life and keep Draco alive. When Draco opened his eyes, Albus took care of him so that Draco could protect himself. Draco was not alone. From the start, Albus stepped together and protected him.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

He always did that when something mattered. Across the room, Count Alucard sat with elegant stillness, one hand resting over the other as if he were waiting for a court session rather than a curriculum meeting. The First Wizard of Shambhala, the One, remained as he always did—calm, unreadable, and somehow more intimidating for refusing to look impressed. Several human military representatives lined the far side of the room with tablets and hard expressions, because even now, after everything, they still preferred numbers when the world handed them myth.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” The First One whispered into the air. After some few seconds of deliberation, he answered the question, “I doubt it sweet heart.” Earlier that day, he had revealed a big secret to the prettiest one in the group but there was no assurance she could keep it confidential and that was why she was destined to die today. “Duty is about to call. Get ready to welcome another victim, Officer Muhammad Guni,” The First One whispered as he drove off.

Agnes looked expectantly at the wise witch doctor, eager to hear the tale of the first student he had taught magic. Baba Tunde chuckled softly, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he reminisced about the past. “Ah, the first student I ever taught magic was quite a character,” he began with a warm smile. “His name was Juma, and he was a young man with a mischievous spirit and boundless curiosity.” Agnes leaned in closer, intrigued to hear the story of Juma.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.