Harry Potter Dean Novels & Stories

The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

"You guys have it all wrong. I never said that Cloudtop Academy can't teach me, Lucas York. It's just that in this entire world, no one can teach me." 'What a joke. Me, Lucas York, a Demon, needs someone to teach me?' Hearing this, the deputy dean and the few Rank 9 tutors were left flabbergasted. 'The guy before us looks like he’s at most only…' All of a sudden, the deputy dean thought of something. He eyed Lucas from head to toe with a sharp gaze. "Lucas, your age…" The deputy dean was named Hendrix Stewart. He did not think that Lucas was 16 to 17 years old.

“The pack is happy with Brandon, Sadie —” “How about we verify this? Just because her parents said so doesn’t make it so, and if it is, I’ll introduce you to Harry. He has something in the works that might be a good Plan B.” “What? Who’s Harry and what is this Plan B?” “I’ll tell you later,” Dean said, and the smirk returned. “You know, back in the day, gladiators were rewarded with a woman’s company when they won. Since I won…” he wagged his eyebrows at me.

Soon after Harry was caught by the other two, Dean punched him hard and Harry fell back again. Harry knew that it was no use fighting with these people alone. He could only curse Devian in his heart. He was looking for a chance to run away. "You think you can leave after offending my Director?" Dean said as if mocking at him. "Who do you think you are!" Harry turned around. "Even if I am not able to destroy you completely, I'll get a bigger shot to destroy you!" "And who's that gonna be?" Devian said and turned to leave.

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

Everything froze. The lackeys let go of me so suddenly I almost collapsed. The cheering died instantly, replaced by stiff, nervous silence. Through my swollen, half-blurred eyes, I saw the dean approach. Dean Harrington. A tall man with a stern face, with his gray hair combed back neatly, and a pair of glasses he never actually seemed to need. He always walked with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked really angry, but seeing him made me sigh in relief. Someone had finally come. Someone who would save me from Bessy’s assault.

“Not necessarily.” “I’ve been here longer than you. I know how this goes.” “Okay, if not a teacher, who then?” “Dean.” “Dean?” He nods slowly, his grin widening. “He owes me a favor. Plus, he’s the top student in that class.” “Oh. The guy who always works alone?” “The one and only. I bet he sneaks out extra books on potions from the library.” He paces to the window. “Anyway, whatever it is might explain alpha boy’s behavior and clue us in on what he’s up to.”

she whispered and it felt like a devil's joke. "Will you shut up first? Hold your horse, girl. I assure you, it is not yet over. Watch me, I will get a secret date with him." “You won't really give up. All right, good luck. I have a hunch that our dean is gay. Don't you sense it? He has been here for two months but we have not seen a woman with him. Also, he is too meticulous for a guy, you know my personal nanny knows Dean. I told him that our new Dean is handsome. Then she said that Dean was his former classmate when he was in high school. She told me that Dean was gay. Dean never seemed to be interested in that woman, instead, there was a scandal that he is using gay to support his study.

My head snaps to attention at the mention of my name from the Dean’s lips. Dean Howard is an aged man with grey accents in his hair. He still desperately tries to cling to some semblance of youth by wearing clothes in impeccable fashion, but his face is learned and weary. His clothes are more akin to what a young hotshot company executive would wear and not a respectable dean of the university. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as he looks at me that tells me whatever he’s about to say will not be pleasant, and I hear it from the tone of his voice as he asks, “What’s all this I hear about a sabotaged thesis?

Dean had Rolo packed up, and once done zipping up the last bag, he looked at his old mentor. When Rolo had contacted him, he had felt honoured until he realized that Rolo didn’t remember him. Dean looked on the bright side, though and was happy Rolo had at least remembered his interest in necromancy. Now his mentor had become the poster child for caution when handling tomes like the Lich’s personal diaries. He was now obsessed by the tome and would let no one else consult it.