Gryffindor Headmaster Novels & Stories

"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

Crystal: “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have that kind of power. And why would I want to fire Mr. Ford? He was a good enough principal. And if I did have that kind of power, I would make myself principal, not somebody else!” Serenity: “Come on, you are not suitable to be a headmaster. Anyways, it’s too coincidental when you think about it: Mr. Ford is being fired right after accepting a five-million-dollar bribe!” Crystal: “That actually makes sense. They say that the new headmaster used to be the vice-chancellor of Saint University. Are you hoping that he is more handsome than Mr. Ford?” “I would settle for younger people,” Serenity laughed. Crystal: “Don’t be silly. There are no young headm

Why are they acting so weird? “I'm not leaving until I get some answers,” I demand, determined to find out what's going on. We were in the middle of arguing when an unfamiliar voice interrupted us. Turning, I find our new headmaster, Lucius Wild, standing by the treeline. Lucius Wild, is the youngest headmaster to ever grace Lupine academy. Taking office this year he also holds a position as the youngest professor at the academy, teaching biology. He's also quickly become very popular with the student body. Probably because of his tall, lean yet muscular build and his long black hair that he usually wears up.

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.

Perhaps the magnificence of the room distracted them from what stood ahead, a group of noble Ice landers at a corner of the room. Keira's voice reverberating through the whole room stilled adoring fingers. "Alright, take your seats everyone, and I'll introduce you to your headmaster." While the witches took their preferred seats, a man from the group by the corner came forth and stood beside Keira. "Class," said Keira, "this is your headmaster, Sybil." The tall, portly man smiled widely and bowed. "Good day class," he said cheerily, "behind me are the warlocks who would be taking you all on various subjects."

Rail's question made the Headmaster's lips fall. "Forgive my omission, Mr. Rail. I'll try to finish today and no more lies about Mr. Rail!" The headmaster said looking down, he was really sorry and couldn't act quickly. "That's better, Headmistress! Or I will finish through the King of the Hereafter to punish those teachers,"

The Headmaster halted his steps when he reached his table and he went straight to the shelf hat stood next to it. "ELA EDO CHALICE" He chanted and with a casual flick of his wand, the ancient chalice that sat on his top-shelf flew towards him. It landed on his hand very smoothly and Professor Sonny caressed its intricate pattern with so much care as if it was a lover he was touching. "Hello my dear, are you ready to receive my surprise to you? I brought you someone whom you were probably dying to meet." Professor Sonny whispered next to the ancient chalice. He has this kind of evil grin on his face when he said that clearly showed that the Headmaster was definitely up to something.

It’s safe to assume that the headmaster was just fast enough to stand beside her, his body so close Z could feel his puffed-out chest. “Any last words?” His voice was even colder than before the fight started. It made Z think that the headmaster had some personality change whenever he fought. That’s a probable theory, but there’s no way to verify it for now. Who knows? The headmaster might just be like that in the first place and the goody old man was nothing but a placid façade to keep his reputation as the school’s headmaster.

Enlightenment seemed to help her connect the dots as she fixated her gaze with the plump old geezer. Apparently, it was not Maleficent the Glutton alone who heard the question. “Why, indeed my old friend?” The way Headmaster Kirk floated around the frozen leader of the Trilateral Court. He surrounded him as if he was inspecting the plump shrunken leader of the Trilateral Court. “If I have truly died, you would have become the next best thing to be the protector of the World Tree and the best candidate to be the Headmaster of the prestigious Transylvania Academy.” Headmaster Kirk sighed as if he sympathized with the ashen leader of the Trilateral Court. He tapped the fairy’s head which earned

The Moroi punks left as soon as they got through the gates but they all stared at me curiously as they walked back towards the Moroi dorms. Same as ten years ago, the Headmaster was a dhampir called Martin Hunt. He was one of the sweetest guys on the planet but also one of the strictest. I wasn't surprised to see that he almost looked the same as he did six years ago. I felt my breath catch as those dark eyes of his stared at me intently. "You can all go except for the young lady and Guardian Maxwell." Martin commanded. The other two guardians bowed before leaving and closing the door behind them.