Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher

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.

“I heard that’s even more difficult than any advanced class at this school.” “I was practicing magic with Xaden earlier and Principal Rapport was watching me,” I told her in a hushed tone. “He was impressed that I was able to do more than one spell at a time.” Her mouth hung open in shock. “Seriously?” She gasped. I could tell she had way more questions for me, but classes started, and we both drowned ourselves in our work. Werewolf History was taught by Professor Santina. She was a young teacher with long black hair with blonde highlights and big blue eyes. She was obviously a werewolf shifter and she even shifted to show us her large black wolf which also had streaks of blonde in its coat

Without a second thought I walked through it and arrived at what should have been known as the dark realm: Elverton High. The high school was one large building with a lot of land space around it that was obviously used for sports. I didn't spend a lot of time looking at the site since I was late. I hurriedly entered the bland coloured but amazing architecture–building and went straight to the admissions office, where the nice lady inside, gave me good directions towards my classroom. I had two classes back to back, Defensive Sorcery (Advanced Theory) which was basically protective spells and Offensive Magic, which was basically a simpler way to say battle magic. Both classes were still theo

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 what? Cartwheels or something?" "Ninety-nine to go," I ordered casually. It was a mercy to my professional pride that she turned before seeing how baffled I was by my own words. Really? Writing penances on the dry-erase board? I'd never even heard of a teacher employing such a tactic except in media. Was Dolors Umbridge in my subconscious or something? It was exactly the sort of pointless tedium that made a student less inclined to take any satisfaction in reading and writing or to have any respect for the disciplinary process.

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

‘That must be what they decided to tell the other students,’ Xander thought to himself as he made his way to the center of the field where the two mages were standing. “Good afternoon, Dorin, Johan, isn’t it a nice day to spend outdoors?” he called out to the two. “Oh, hey there Xander! Did you know that Dean Alcione will be our teacher in Magic Defence? Is he related to you?” Some students around them mumbled amongst themselves upon hearing this. “Doesn’t he know who he’s talking to?” they asked. “Just where did that kid crawl out from?” they jeered. Dorin didn’t seem to be affected by this, he simply kept his clear gaze at Xander, a friendly smile on his face.

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

Winky widened his eyes when Delia said, “There is a book of the ruler of the universe called Folkstreta.” “There can't be a book like that.” Winky shook his head in disbelief. “There is, trust me. Tonight we will be in action.” Delia raised her eyebrows. Winky then turned his face to signal his disapproval of Delia's crazy idea. “You don't believe it?” asked Delia. “I am not gonna buy it!” Winky said firmly. Soon the bell rang, all the masters entered the classroom and taught. Today Master Arden teaches plant-moving spells. Each student brings their own plant.

“By now you must all have noticed that we’re welcoming a new staff member here with us. From now on, he will be a part of your higher learning to hone your magic-wielding ability. Professor Kendrick.” He motioned his hand to point at the salt-and-pepper-haired man with rectangular-rimmed glasses, the one whom the girls from earlier were squealing at. Professor Kendrick smiled, showing a flash of brilliant white teeth. “He’ll be your Charms and Relics teacher. And all of you will be meeting him no matter which class you will belong to.”