Gilderoy Lockhart Novels & Stories

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

"How can you only get a score of zero, Kirey? Fortunately, Mr. Dani corrected his words earlier. If everything is repeated, I'm sure you will receive another curse!" I looked at Harry who was driving after their class ended 15 minutes ago. Mr. Dani, our general course lecturer, shared the results of our exams. And guess what? I got rank one from the bottom. Harry immediately pulled me out of the classroom before much of the cursing I heard from them. And all I'm doing right now is staring at Harry disinterestedly, and not knowing him. I still had time to ask Harry for some more candy. "It's not that I don't want to answer that question!" I finally started to speak up. At least I have to defe

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Cold, dark hazel eyes glinting with disdain. He pushes back his hoodie. I find myself looking into a face I know better than my own reflection. Oh my god. It's Felix Lockhart.

He’ll be calling for backup. ‘Who’s Declan?’ the professor asked. ‘My bodyguard. And Madam Tarot. I think I know who she is.’ I looked at the professor. ‘Gloria Lockwood.’ ‘What?’ Portia and the professor said simultaneously. ‘You know her?’ I asked the professor.

He gave her a large grin and introduced himself. “Hi, Miranda isn’t it? I’m Roger.” Miranda took his outstretched hand and greeted him. “Sorry I haven’t said hello before, I tend to be out on digs a lot or cleaning some of the items off down in our lab.” He pointed to the coin. “Amazing isn’t it? How intact that one has remained?”

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

"O-Off course, Pomona. I-I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, will not be defeated by some measly ward!" Gilderoy answered, giving them his famous 'charming smile'. He stuttered in the beginning, but recovered after and managed to puff his chest out. It would have worked if his face was not still pale, sweating and the smile was not so forced. Most professors managed to keep a poker face, the rest just rolled their eyes at the blond ponse.

We stood on a high podium before them and he raised my hand up and said. “Crescent Moon Pack! I present to you Eleanor, my mate and now the Luna of this pack...” A murmuring broke out in the gathering. Then one of the elders raised his hand to speak. Arthur let him speak. “Arthur, there is a rumor going around of your mate being a human, is this true?” The murmurings erupted again.