Dumbledore's Full Name Novels & Stories

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

I didn’t need her in here making her snide comments. Professor Luca looked the polar opposite of what I expected him to look like; when Miles mentioned him, I had pictured an older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline who dressed in a semi-formal dress attire; a version of how young Dumbledore was portrayed in The Fantastic Beasts moving.

And as it turns out, Fake Dumbledore has a name. “I heard them call him Jeremy.” Why did that name suit him? The hair like snow that curled atop his head and the clear glasses that sat fitted on his face. Unlike the other werewolves I’ve seen, he has a tall, lithe figure but that air of command should put him in a position of power. Was he an Alpha too or a Beta? I would have found him attractive if he wasn’t trying to kill me. “There is one exit out of here,” Ace said, nodding at the door. “With two werewolves guarding at every corridor. It would be easy to take them out.”

“My real name is not Antoni Cremonesi. It is the name my adoptive parents gave me when they found me after the carriage that should have brought me to the magic academy in the Northern Kingdom was attacked and fell into a ravine. My real name is Alexander Bertoldo.” Albert’s face immediately turned pale when he heard the butler’s confession, who was now waiting anxiously for Albert’s reaction. ***

complained Lycus Lewis. “Very well, since you have entered into a magic pact, I will reveal my identity. My name is Albus White. Non-humans know me as the White Dragon. I'm the oldest dragon who still alive in Magica,” said Albus as he opened his mask and robe gracefully. Then, he spread her white wings across his back beautifully, revealing his half-dragon and half-human form. Lycus Lewis slumped so limply that he fell to the floor. Sweat was pouring out, and his eyes widened with shock.

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― 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.

To see one up close was terrifying. "You really shouldn't be scared of him, you know. Baku is the last of his kind, and one of my dearest friends." The high priestess came closer to his bed and surprised him by holding out her hand, "I'm Quinley, the headmistress at Ravenclaw. It's a pleasure to meet you." Feeling at a distinct disadvantage, given that he was still in his birthday suit, Brax nevertheless took her hand and shook it, "I'm Braxton." He volunteered reluctantly.