Dumbledore 1st Novels & Stories

An ancient, long-bearded man was sitting cross-legged in front of him and was levitating a few feet relative to him. (With all the white, it was hard to confirm if he was really floating in space.) “Dumbledore?” Ecto asked the first thing that entered his mind. “I do not know who that is,” the old man said. His rather fierce eyes were still trained on Ecto. “Oh, I am sorry I screamed, sir. It is just that… I am lost. Could you please tell me where we are?”

--- 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.

“Now, for instructions. The professors and the Aces that are here today will be the guardians. We will be tasked of protecting you from any harm. So rest assured that in this green zone no harm shall befall you and in instances that it happens you shall immediately seek help from the guardians which I totally doubt will happen since this dungeon is surveyed and checked beforehand. So dear first years enjoy your first field venture!” Everyone erupted into cheers afterwards they started to discuss their excitements. “Attention,” a female’s voice called out. It was Professor Macabre our Depths of Spells and Chants professor. “We shall not prolong this anymore, let me announce to you your first

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.

I walked slowly towards the bearded man. From what I see. Looks like, he's been waiting for me all this time. I saw a lot of wrinkles on his face. His beard was so long and white in color. Her hair is white too. If you've ever seen the principal in the Harry Potter films. Well, that's what it looks like. Big and creepy too.

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.