Harry Potter Dark Arts Teachers Novels & Stories

I’d be willing to bet that they’re from the same pack. “As Eiriana said, my name is Magnus,” the male instructor says as the last of the other students clear away, “and I’m one of the other dark magic teachers here. During your time at the Academy, you’ll learn the arts of combat, espionage, strategy, and negotiation, but the foundation of your studies is dark magic.

I so did NOT turn red when he said that. -Norali: Do you do this with all your students? Guess their kinks? Dick. He thinks he knows everything. -Mr. Grumpy: Only with the ones who hate me. "What are you saying?" Hannah presses, her curiosity undeniable. "Just telling him how annoying he is," I say, tapping out a response. -Norali: So, basically the entire school? Hannah suddenly changes the subject. "Okay, so you’re sexting a teacher... but guess who I hooked up with?"

Vendors called out their wares, the scent of fresh bread and spices filling the air. Then, Aurora stopped. Draven watched as she turned her head, her eyes drawn toward a small display of flowers. She reached out, her fingers grazing the petals as if they were calling to her. His heart clenched. A charm. The flowers had been poisoned with magic. His vision shifted again, and a shadow moved behind her. A man stepped out—his face hidden beneath a large hood. Draven’s jaw tightened as he watched the stranger reach for Aurora. The moment his fingers brushed against her skin, Aurora’s body tensed.

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

Kael’s jaw tightened. Harry chuckled low, stepping closer to me. “Good, tell them, own it. You are not their doll to control. You are fire, and fire cannot be caged.” Headmistress Morwen slammed her staff against the floor, magic crackling in the air. “Enough!” she roared. “Aria Blackwell, you are hereby—” “Try it,” Harry cut in, his tone soft but deadly. The air in the hall froze. Even Headmistress Morwen stood still,her eyes narrowed at him.

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.

“I was hoping you would do that. This is a telescopic bar. It can elongate but will not shorten unless you know where to push.” I started panicking. I was immobilized with my legs spread wide—an invitation for my tormentor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I stiffened. The dark lord moved closer, pulled the sheets from under me, and covered me with them. “Don’t be afraid,” he said with that same smirk on his face as he walked to the door.

He waved back and faced his front quickly as a lecturer came to the class. ‘You know?’ He thought to himself. ‘ Now that I think about it, she’s not so bad. Teasing, playful, flirty. But that’s what makes her interesting. I really feel bad for thinking she was a weirdo. Crazy as this sounds, I might really want to take her up on her offer on teaching me karate’ He laughed at that final thought, which unfortunately was caught by his lecturer. A middle aged sadist who loved dishing out difficult assignments and tests much to the frustration of the class. Wrong move, Daniel. Wrong move.

Lord Yong asked. “Yes. A group of black magicians cast a powerful spell on him. They cast a deadly spell on him. The Dark Lord is a powerful wizard so it was not possible for them to kill him with their powers. So, they cast a spell of leprosy on him, as it was done through dark arts it was impossible to cure it.” He continued to narrate the whole mishap happened with his master.

he said with that lustful look he always got in his eyes whenever he wanted me. I knew that my face turned red as I walked away from the car and towards whatever class I had this morning. The class I had this morning was Dark Arts and Forbidden Magic. The professor taking us was a woman who looked strange with wild red hair and pale blue eyes. She resembled someone I knew. I looked around the class and saw that Leia was nowhere to be seen. But I could see her two blonde minions giving me very dirty looks. “That’s her, the girl that kicked Leia’s ass,” I heard someone whisper.