Harry Potter Dark Arts Teachers Novels & Stories

Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat. The great dark wizard, dark, lord of alchemy and potions, who was a master of darkness, who delved into countless dark magics, but who for some reason taught classes at an internal school of magic, being vice-director and member of an occult organization of

Everyone. "On my mark!" the Headmaster said. "Three! Two! One! Cast!" Hundreds of voices chanting. Hundreds of spells combining. A barrier formed. Shimmering. Powerful. Containing the artifact. But it wasn't enough. The artifact pulsed. The barrier cracked. "We need more power!" Professor Thorne shouted. "There is no more power! We're all tapped out!" The artifact pulsed again. The barrier shattered completely. Dark magic exploded outward. Washing over everything.

_Aurora’s POV_ My fake boyfriend… …was my professor. There had to be some kind of mistake here. I blinked once. Then twice. Surely if I blinked enough times, Professor Nikolai Volkov would disappear from the front of the lecture theatre and be replaced by whoever was actually supposed to teach this class. Instead, he calmly set his laptop on the lectern, connected it to the projector, and adjusted the microphone clipped to the collar of his shirt. He looked as though he had done this hundreds of times before.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

I do know and while I could do without being knocked unconscious, my dragon is a master when it comes to making my body respond in any and every way he chooses. ‘Maybe we should change my nickname to The Royal Elven Maestro.’ ‘No,’ I say snarkily. ‘Merethyl’s Maestro?’ he asks, his cooing voice full of arrogance at his ability. Damn this dragon and his sexual expertise. The stupid name is actually accurate. He chuckles in my mind, while he continues to glare at the elves around us, not letting any of them near me.

My heart felt heavy with anticipation and desperation. I’d been waiting a long time for this moment. Raising a hand, I knock on the weathered door, its surface adorned with symbols and sigils that pulsed with otherworldly energy. The hair along my arms rises as my knuckles rap against the wood. The door creaks open, revealing the interior shrouded in dim candlelight. Stepping inside, I find myself in a familiar room filled with an assortment of herbs, potions, and artifacts. The air is thick with the scent of incense, seeming to almost hum with a mysterious power. My wolf growls softly, the hair on the back of my neck rising.

Aizu became very happy at Golden's answer, but then the happy mood did fade away as the teacher arrived. It was a gloomy middle-aged man, with black hair and a serious face, he was just the opposite to the warm-looking old woman from the healing class. "Two students, not bad. I was expecting zero." The teacher spoke in a monotone voice. "Learning Poison Magic could end your own life. You aren't ready to study it. Take those books and memorize them, don't disturb me until you remember every single detail of every single page." The gloomy man generated two piles of books a threw them to Golden and Aizu. He had some type of spatial item, but it was hidden in his loose clothes.

“Now that you have made your findings, can you please let me go? I do not have what you want, and I cannot give it to you.” “Of course, not. And of course, you still can. You might not have any power left in your scrawny old self, but you still happen to be a sage who has dwelled on this earth for many years. I might not know as much as you, but I do know that dark magic exists in other forms, apart from the hands of witches and wizards, who are almost extinct by now, but some of these witches and wizards couldn’t have died with their powers. Some would have left it somewhere on earth, and I need you to tell me where I can access some of such power. There are certain people whom I need to t

And my hands were shaking slightly. “Tsk. Tsk. To be expected from one not from a magical line. But if I do say so myself, despite that little fact, you did amazingly well. I would have expected you not to be able to do it first try. To be on the safe side however we will wait the night and proceed next sunset with the journey to the undead.” He stood and the throne disappeared behind him into eerily green smoke. “But be warned boy. Tomorrow starts the part of your journey I am the most uncomfortable to teach. I do not delve into the dark arts for the very reason most don’t. I do not want the smut on my soul. I therefore will not be doing any of these spells with you. I will only be teaching