Harry Potter Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This was not what he was expecting. The whole place looked like an house with young students moving with their various friends proudly dressed on their Black Sweaters with an inscribed red lettering of D and A conjured together to the upper left of the sweater. In all,Most of them were busy doing one thing or the other. He cleared his throat totally oblivious of his next direction. Thankfully, Mr. Alrik came to his rescue. "Didn't know you're an administrator here. From an history don back in Covington to a teacher at the Dark Arts Academy." Those were Arthur's words as the man approached him. Even though his tone was a bit rude Alrik still maintained his elegant smile.

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.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

The big man said back. "Thank you, Hagrid. Ah, before I go back, this one is for every teacher too. We have two new teachers for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Director Bones enlisted Aurors Moody and Tonks to serve as teachers for Hogwarts for the time being. They are already in their classroom."

I turned sharply. A man… no, something more than a man, stood in the doorway. He had a presence that made the room shrink. His long, indigo robe shimmered with moving patterns… runes, glyphs, alive and glowing across the fabric. His eyes were violet, too bright, too deep, and his silver-streaked hair fell to his shoulders like threads of moonlight. “Who are you?” I asked, barely able to speak. He smiled slightly. “I’m Professor Rhyel. A teacher from the School of Ardent Magic.”

I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand. Professor Hawksley entered, her frail frame surprisingly commanding as she tapped her staff against the stone floor. “Good morning, class,” she squeaked, her voice carrying an edge of authority beneath the timid cadence. “Today, we will explore the intersection of magical theory and ancient leyline manipulation. Pay close attention—these concepts will form the foundation for your advanced studies.”

“Exactly. The training you’ve been doing with the woman back in New Orleans will not help against someone like Peter. Soft, gentle defensive spells won’t work when someone is out to get you. You have to be willing to go slightly gray if you ever hope to beat dark.” Am I in Harry Potter right now? “You’re telling me Kris has been teaching me parlor tricks instead of how to fight?” “Basically,” she drawls. “A warlock like Peter, who has used blood magic, black magic, soul magic, every foul thing under the sun, has absolutely no qualms about making another person suffer. He cannot be beaten with defensive spells and stuns. Do you understand what I am saying, Verena?” “Yes, I get it,” I say, my

Taking a moment to compose ourselves, we whispered the incantation in unison and pointed our wands at the unsuspecting professor. "Rhyme-Rite, Rhyme-Rite, with a sprinkle of fun, Make his words dance, make his speech overrun. Professor Darking, prepare for the twist, Rhyme every word, let hilarity persist!" In an instant, a wave of magical energy swept through the room, engulfing Professor Darking. His words transformed into rhythmic verses, and his sentences began to rhyme with ridiculous ease. "Good day, students," Professor Darking began, a bewildered expression on his face. "Today's topic is potions, but instead of notions, let's talk about lotions!"

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

The man was dressed in a hooded cape, dark-green, with long, dishevelled, slightly grey hair. “We got to the other side ... or as we call it, the Enchanted and Unusual Land of the renowned Elmbridge School of Magic, where you will learn about magical transformations, spells and special and unusual incantations. Here, I am Professor Eadan Knudlac. And, among others, the director of the Elmbridge School of Magic. Besides, I am the one who teaches the courses of ...” Anyway, the professor was interrupted by a young lady, with gracious voice like the merry song of a mermaid: