Gryffindor Headmaster Novels & Stories

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

What if they have been suspicious since the very first second I set foot here? I stand in the back corner, getting the clearest view of the entire Great Hall. The room is magnificent, lit by torches mounted along the walls. A chandelier with thousands of candles hangs from the high ceiling. Fascinating, classic, but feels... ancient. Far across from me, on a stone podium, stands an old man with one eye covered. The aura radiating from him reaches all the way to where I stand. It’s Headmaster Horgus. “Welcome to hell!”

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

Lansear said to the headmaster beside him. Headmaster Prife has been in-charge of the School of Magic for a hundred years. He was old. He had long white hair and a short beard. He was famous in Axum for being the first water wielder that attained immortality because of his vast knowledge of magic. Aside from Lansear, who recently claimed the name of Immortal Governor due to his power. “That little witch and the shifter?” Headmaster Prife pretended to mishear the governor. “You heard me.” Lansear casually drank wine from the goblet while still studying the young shifters that gathered after the verdict of the fight was announced.

He's in his 40's but he still has the looks, a hot sugar daddy look. What got into your mind, Jamnia? Gosh, this is Althea's fault! The guy beside me bowed at the old man, I didn't know how to react I just stood there with my head down. What's his name anyway? "Good morning Headmaster Burdues, here she is." "Good morning aswell Clim, same to you Jamnia. By the way I'm the Headmaster of this school, Franc Burdues, sorry to keep you waiting days ago. I had too many things to do, I hope they welcomed you well."

His mind was absent since the Headmaster's arrival. The Headmaster in front of him was a very tall and muscular man with bluish-gray eyes; his almost faded blue hair that was turning gray already was slicked back, though some fell down in a small tuft on his forehead. By looking at him, he can sense that he was an arrogant, overbearing, and selfish man, just like any higher up from every school; almost similar to Mister Vacio. He was truly the Headmaster he had a bad feeling about. Every now and then, he became involved with Doll. What was his plan? Who was he?

I can tell that he’s seething as his grip tightens on my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelp at Atwood’s tight grip. Upon seeing my pain, he instantly loosens his grip on me and concern takes over his angry face. He wraps his arm around me protectively and pulls me closer, causing my heart to flutter. “I would rather speak to Ruby privately about this, headmaster,” he says cordially. The headmaster sighs and walks around the table to approach us with his hands clasped behind his back. “Atwood,” he says calmly, “you were an excellent student, and I couldn’t be more proud of your accomplishments as King. But please don’t forget that this is my school, and I am the one who doles out the punishments here.”

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.

This handsome young man has an aura of overflowing authority, giving off a feeling that he's not just a prince but a — King himself! The conquerer of the Lumiere Academy, the leader of the White Crow uniform, the top student and the Student Council President — Xerz Kryz Smith! Zitrey just quietly stared at him. They know each other for quite a while. But just as Zitrey who favored by the Headmaster. “Kryz.” the headmaster uttered indicating he already need to leave the room. “I will. Let's discuss this further sometime, Headmaster-sama as you have a visitor.” eyes swiftly look at Zitrey. It was still early in the morning, but these two are already discussing their business.

He smiled kindly and said, "Hello, Elizabeth. I'm Headmaster Emberton. You've met Madame Richert and of course, that's Professor Martin with you. This is Professor Harlowe." Ellie nodded and quietly said, "Hello," as she was introduced to the professors sitting around the table. "I know you probably have a lot of questions and we will get to those, I promise. First, I'm going to ask you to sit and tell us what's happened since you've gotten to school. You've had a pretty eventful week," Headmaster Emberton said kindly.