Gryffindor Headmaster Novels & Stories

If anything, she looked stunned, as though something had completely shattered her expectations and she still hadn’t recovered from it. Seated across from the Headmaster was the man in the sharp suit. Unlike everyone else in the room, he looked openly irritated. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest and the look on his face suggested he would rather be anywhere else. The moment we entered, all three adults turned toward us and the Headmaster immediately rose to his feet and extended a hand. “Mrs. Allen, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Headmaster Hamilton. Please, have a seat.”

It felt and smelled so familiar though he was unable to be sure where it was from as it seemed to have been put through some kind of alchemic process, what’s quite bothersome to him was that it brought him the feeling of both calm and worry which was so confusing which irritated him. Putting on his coat he turns to his adviser with a straight look on his face. “Has the headmaster finished with what I asked for?” Lord Slog let out a forced laugh, giving him a bow but remaining silent. It has been days since the prince asked the head wizard to confirm something and up until now, the old man has not shown himself. “Is that truly necessary, my lord? Haven’t the witches already proven their worth

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

“Ahem. Good, good. I can see that this year’s freshmen are full of passion and a burning desire to conquer. Whether it is for power, love, and knowledge, each one of you has its reason. Let me introduce myself. My name is Christopher Hawkins. I am your headmaster. I major in all parts of learning. I have been the headmaster for 40 years.” “Aside from me, there are 4 vice leaders who also supervise the growth and protection of all the students in this academy” as if on cue after mentioning this. Four people came on the stage. The first person who came on the stage was a male. He looked a bit old as he already had a beard and mustache paired with an army-cut head. He also has a burning aura, h

--- 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.

“Welcome back to the Academy for Shifters. I am so excited to start this year as the new Headmaster of this academy. I am Mrs. Tiffany Prescott. I am also in charge of the board this year as well. Please, line up to receive your packets from Miss Elena.” I recognized Miss Elena as one of the witchcraft teachers for the sorcerers of the school. Behind her stood someone I didn’t recognize. He was a tall gentleman with large shoulders that looked fit for any contact sport. He wasn’t giving me Alpha energy but the look in his eyes was incredibly intimidating. He looked to be in his mid-thirties with an incredibly strong exterior and a body suit of armor. He also had a scar going across the left

I sat there, wiping blood from my lip, a dark, jagged sense of victory blooming in my chest. The teachers swarmed him. Most of them focused on the heir, but the Headmaster of the Reach Academy didn't go to Harrison. He came for me. “Explain this!” he roared, his hand clamping onto my arm like a vice. He hauled me to my feet, his face turning a deep, bruised purple. I looked at him, my head spinning but my heart steady. “You should breathe, Headmaster. You’re starting to look like an overripe beet.”

she whispered to Drake. “Oh, that’s right.” The headmaster cleared his throat. “When you decided to run, we didn’t get to that.” He said glaring at her. “My name is headmaster Quinn. Now that we’re introduced you can call me Quinn or Headmaster, whichever makes you feel less afraid.” He smiled. “Don’t worry I don’t bite as much I am nice if you don’t piss me off at least. You running kind of made me upset.” “I’m sorry about that,” Ivy whispered. “I just didn’t know what you want with me, when Drake said I was special, I, uh I.”

, she says. He nods his head before popping out once again. I will not get used to that soon. Paying attention to the headmistress; “Starting at the right end of the table, we have Mr. Willis Samuell-Phoenix teaching grimoires. Next, we have Miss Charlie Saneye teaching history, then Mrs. Aksenchuk Anna Vladimirovna teaching dark magic. Next is Mr. Taren Samuell-Phoenix, our healer.” “Mr. Sapping, pleasure to see you.”, she says asks Mr. Sapping walks in.

This is probably the grandson of the biggest investor in the school. Grainne thought so, then walked over to Harry and comforted her son's head. Harry raised his head, and when he saw Grainne, his eyes flashed with joy, but that joy quickly dissipated, and he lowered his head again. Grainne frowned and asked, "Hi Headmaster, I'm Harry's mother, what did he do to make you want to expel him?"