Durmstrang Headmaster Novels & Stories

Katherine whispered, “Darryl, didn’t you mention that you wanted to see the principal? He is the one talking on stage right now, his name is Graham Potter.” Darryl was shocked internally as emotions overwhelmed him. He looked over to Graham. He was a Level Five Martial Marquis, same as Mother Abbess Serendipity! He was only one step away from being a Martial Saint! Darryl gulped. ‘Sh*t, at this stage, I will never have the chance to get him even if I improve myself.’ Graham looked around the field and continued, “Greetings, everyone! I am Graham Potter, the principal of the Hexad School. As you all know, we will hold the Lion Slaughtering Conference right here.”

A portly middle-aged man walked into the room, his expression one of disapproval. "Mr. Murray!" Sophie quickly greeted the man, and her demeanor was immediately respectful. The man was Harry Murray, the headmaster of Rainbow Kindergarten. Harry nodded and scanned the situation in the room before settling into a chair. Harry glanced between Matthias and Barbara, his tone stern but dismissive as he said, "So, what's going on here? Do you two think making a scene in a school is appropriate? This is not the place for your spats." "Mr. Murray, don't you remember me? I'm Mrs. Palmer. My brother-in-law is Simon Rogers, the Deputy Director of the Education Department. We had dinner together a few mo

“All heirs, gather in the central hall immediately. Headmaster Damaris has an important announcement regarding the next trial.” Groaning, I adjusted the strap of my bag and tried not to stumble over my own exhaustion. Every step felt heavier than the last, but I had no choice. I followed the others in silence, their murmurs buzzing around me. Some cast quick glances in my direction. I ignored them, focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The hall was packed by the time we arrived. Headmaster Damaris stood at the front, hands clasped behind his back. His gaze swept over us like a predator assessing prey.

she said and he peered at her suspiciously but Rori only shrugged. “Indeed, well tell him that he needs to report to my office personally so that I may brief him on the proper tackt for this campus, he may be assigned to you by your benefactor Ms. Lovell, but I am the headmaster of this school,” and with his last words Headie gave her a telling wink. Rori smiled at him and collected her folder, “thanks Headie I will make sure I tell men in black to report straight to you,” and she skipped out of her headmasters office.

the headmaster says. Straightening up, I walk over to where they are seated and take a seat beside Kieran. The headmaster, who looks to be in his forties with a few strands of gray hair, is seated opposite us. I read the name on the nameplate: Mr. Rowlands. “What did he do?” Kieran asks. “He fought with his classmate,” Mr. Rowlands answers. “And where is the said classmate?” Kieran asks with a raised brow. “In his class,” he answers.

I file every scrap away. “If it’s one of us,” the big one says. His mask is different, thicker, carved, with sharp horns curving up like some kind of crown. They call him the Headmaster. When he speaks, the whole room feels smaller. “Why the hell would any of us sell ourselves out?” another voice cuts in. “We all sink if this blows up.” The Headmaster doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. “Then it’s one of the newest members,”

he stated looking at me with a smile. I quickly nodded feeling a bit excited he would tell me who he is, now I won't have to ask Malriks Fathers "I have to go now don't forget to come tomorrow" headmaster Corwin said as she stood up "I won't Headmaster thank you" I replied smiling at him, he smiled back before he turned and walked out of the clinic slowly closing the door behind him.

The moment his palm nears it, The headmaster’s face drains of all colour. “No. No, no, no—this cannot be.” A hush falls. “What is it?” Professor Vale asks, voice tight. He didn’t even need an answer before realising what exactly went wrong. The headmaster looks up, horror tightening his jaw. “That,” he says softly, “is Morvath’s signature.” My stomach drops. Lucian, who had also made his way into the class, stiffened. Kael’s expression darkens dangerously. Morvath. This was the second time I was hearing of this, and when I checked – when I checked, a small chill traveled down my spine.

Nothing new’s happened with my mother, and I feel hopeful. My first class of the day is English Lit. I can’t find Jasmine anywhere. Dr. Albert’s lilting voice is lulling me to sleep when he is interrupted by the sound of someone knocking the door, the rattle making him jump. “Come in,” he says, and his voice squeaks on the words, hands fidgeting by his sides. This man is so weird. The door opens and the headmaster walks in, a boy behind him. The boy is struggling to push some of the hair falling into his eyes away.

While in Black Ridge, Penn Hills, ​​Pennsylvania. A few kilometers away from the now burning facility, the Headmaster was smiling from ear to ear while holding onto the detonator, "They actually thought they could take me down that easily?" He says as he enjoys the fire engulfing the whole establishment that used to be his home for the last decades. As their private plane continues to soar high in the dark sky. The Headmaster lifted his wine glass in front of Jacques while giving him an eerie grin. "You should take a rest. Before dawn, you'll be fighting head-on with Gertrude Fallis," he stated.