Harry Potter Dark Arts Teachers Novels & Stories

The sound of a woman standing on the edge of a cliff, pretending she was enjoying the view. I walked into the dimly lit dining room. The power was still out, so the table was crowded with mismatched candles. The flickering light cast long, dancing shadows against the peeling wallpaper, shadows that looked far too much like a man in a charcoal suit. Kevin Harolds was already seated. He looked... beige. Skin color of an unbaked dough. Hair a sensible brown, hands clean, blunt-fingered, utterly unremarkable, resting on the tablecloth. He smiled when he saw me, a warm, genuine expression.

“I’m guessing she doesn’t know who she is,” “She doesn’t, and she cannot know until it is time. The board of directors is evil, they plan on using her to gain control,” I leaned forward, my eyes peaking with interest. “I heard rumors about this school that it was built with dark magic,” “It’s worse than that,” Professor Raven clicked her tongue, her eyes darted around. “I have something to tell you, but you must never tell a single soul. Swear it to me!” “I swear!” My ears twitched in anticipation.

He's generally a sweet heart. He's one of those teachers you can go to if you have any problem at all and he'll always find a way to give you a solution without making you feel stupid. He's our geometry teacher here at our school following the human curriculum. During dark academy hours, he teaches us sacred geometry and some specific spells, like the mending spell he gave us as an assignment. Overall there are just twenty students in my class. Most of us a part of different covens. Brody though belongs to the coven my mom leads.

I whisper yelled in shock. “Compare your father’s Beta and the Draven Twin’s father’s Beta, San. Or fuck that. Take Zang for instance. Who taught him the Dark Arts ? Who was the first Master of Dark Arts in our pack ? Who originally passed on the knowledge of the Dark Arts weapons to the entire pack ? Why did Zang’s mother give up her life just to safeguard Rylot ? Why have we never seen the two Betas together at any diplomatic round table conference ? Why did the Draven Twins believe you when you said that their Beta was with you ?” Kris fired question after question.

I lean back on the hard oak desk behind me, and I sip the hot, plain, dark coffee in the coffee cup Nora got me for my birthday last year. It was little moves like this that always kept her coming back for me. I was dedicated to dark arts. I had spent my entire life studying the arts and fully understanding dark magic in every way, shape, and form. Many practices were forbidden unless they were for scientific purposes. I didn't originally plan on becoming a professor, but it worked out in my favor this way. I look around the room, noticing that Nora hasn't shown up yet. I knew we had a late night, but normally she was still early to class.

But now that, was going to change. As blood trickled from my lip, I felt the familiar cold embrace of my darkness. But this time, instead of rejecting it, I welcomed it. As I embraced it, my senses heightened, my eyesight sharpening unnaturally. And as the coldness travelled down my arms, black veins started to appear, the consequenting mark of my dark magic. The girls froze as they saw the transformation, their eyes widening in terror. Good, they should be afraid.

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

She exhales. She’s not the kind of woman who falls into this kind of situation. She is not some flustered cliché in a romance movie about forbidden love. She teaches. She grades. She reads. When ink cartridges go on sale, she’ll reorder some. She’s not drawn in, lured into scenarios where there are smirks with rough voices and tattooed arms, previous students. Except… she already has. Not completely. Not physically. But in thought? The way she’d started moving her hand toward her belt line just then, before she’d caught herself? That wasn’t nothing.

Time for more fun with freaky professors. Professor Dravik Thornhall stood at the front of the room, his ,greasy hair slicked back like he’d just stepped out of a discount vampire movie, his robes rumpled and stained with something I prayed wasn’t soup. Or blood. Honestly, could’ve been either. “Today,” he said with a slither of a smile, “we began the most sacred practice of spellcasting, connecting with your core magic.” He actually licked his lips. Ugh. I visibly shuddered. Aster leaned over and muttered, “Ten bucks saya he has a collection of enchanted toenails in his office.”

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.