Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Dark Arts Teachers

“Professor Morgan, are you sure that you did not sense it wrongly?” Professor Sonny questioned again cautiously although he already have an inkling of what was happening. Actually, it was for that same reason why he personally came to check the situation. It was reported to him that some sort of dark art was used on the students, and due to the mysterious nature of the magic used to mind control another person, the teachers feared that it was related to soul beguilement. However, due to their lack of knowledge on the subject matter, they were not able to confirm what exactly it was.

Their teachers seemed to have forgotten their needs. Two of their subjects were Potions for the Future and Ancientry Shadownian, which was taught by a slim and petite woman called Miss Kler and Mrs. Smith, respectively. The former was for the makings of medicines and such, while the latter was for Pasithea’s past. After their orientation, Ms. Higgins opened the topic of Mr. Porche. It caused an uproar from the others, but Sloane’s and Karina merely yawned, rolling their eyes.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

He growled at the teachers who weirdly stayed silently along the process. But, if he squinted his eyes, he could see that their lips were wobbling, desperately to say something. Their unfocused eyes looked anxious as their whole bodies vibrated violently. ‘Ah, they are under the spell.’ Kamarul looked at Shadow and admired her handiwork. “Indeed, she is the wisest.” The incoherent clamor arose amongst the nobles with their resentment. Who had thought that their teachers would be affiliated with T-Vir?

For sure if they found out about it, many of them would transfer to the other academy. Instructor Stone followed his speech by introducing those three old men on stage together with him. They were the Elders who were managing the academy together with the principal. They mostly taught the trainees about magic. The advisers taught them about minor subjects; such as math, history, language, and etcetera. Those three old men on stage were the ones responsible for teaching them about major subjects. These subjects were of course all about magic. They would be teaching the trainees about magic and its history and they would be teaching them how to better increase their understanding of it. And ho

I kick the desk towards the front of the class. “The hospital is right, Kil, you are a psychopath!” Donnie laughs. I turn to look at him and quickly threw myself at him. I grab him by his throat and pin him against the wall. I could easily crush his windpipe if I wanted to. The teacher has already left the room; I’m guessing he’s getting help. I have my chance. The entire class was screaming, and some of the girls were crying. Penny stood in shock and Wade comes running over to try and pull me away from Donnie, but he isn’t successful.

"There are no accidental Meetings in between the SOULS" DUA-ARIN .. .. One week later of DUA's death:- In one of the basements of Kashyap, The Beast was planning something scarier in his mind. Arin turned to a man named Hubir of the security team given by his younger brother Ariv and then he spoke softly, "Give me the mixture of Honey, Milk, and flour" Hubir was scared by Arin's black empty eyes.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.