Harry Potter Google Classroom Code Novels & Stories

Turning back, I could see them riffling through the pages since this version also had drawings in them. “Now, these are class copies. Please do not color in them, highlight, or write in them. You can, of course, use sticky notes or whatever you need, but these will stay with the class even after you graduate.” Delilah hadn’t used any of her budget yet for the class and I easily was able to get a good deal on a classroom set of books. “So we get to read The Hobbit?” I nodded. “Yes. This, however, will also be your midterm.”

He strolled to the board, pausing mid-step to glance over the class. “This won’t be the class where you learn fireballs or teleportation,” he said. “If that’s what you want, you’re in the wrong room.” Silence. “Good. Because this is the class that will make you dangerous.” He turned back to the board and scrawled three words in elegant, sweeping letters: The Arcane Veins. Then, facing them again—his grin wicked, eyes alight with manic curiosity—he said, “Let’s begin with the source of all magic…”

I said, setting the box down on the stage. “Perfect. We’re going to finish up in about ten minutes, then you can all go home early.” I found my seat back next to Luca. “Hey so coach needs that schedule like yesterday,” he said. “I should probably go print it now before the computer lab gets crowded.” “My laptop’s in my locker. Password is ‘lilyg2024.’ The file should be on the desktop.” “Thanks.” He stood up, then paused. “Lily?” “Yeah?”

— Silver Crest Academy There was a notice that seemed to get everyone’s attention and there has been whispers for a while. [SUBSTITUTE TEACHER FOR CODING AND DIGITAL SYSTEMS. Mr. L. Knight. Room 14B. Starting immediately.] April had read it three times on her way to class and someone she found the name interesting, it looked familiar and she would recognize that initial and that audacity anywhere.

My inheritance. I fold Maya's notes and hand them back and we sit in the quiet classroom for a moment before the bell moves us back into the school day. Supernatural Theory is the last class of the afternoon. I walk in and take my seat and open my notebook and Ashcroft, who is not Ashcroft, stands at the front of the room and begins the lesson on historical magical containment methods, which under the circumstances is either coincidence or something with a dark sense of humor. I take notes. I keep my face doing what Maya told it to do.

The quads—goddess help us. My classroom smelled like cinnamon and lavender, which I considered a personal victory after this morning’s “Intro to Potion-Muffins” assignment. We'd almost blown the ceiling off the week before, but I was proud of how far they’d come. Most of the students were already packing up their supplies, sliding recipe scrolls into their binders and whispering excitedly about tomorrow’s departure portals. I glanced up at the clock. Five minutes to go. “Alright, everyone,” I called, clapping my hands together. “If you haven’t already, be sure to grab your feedback sheets from the front. That includes your final grade and personalized study suggestions for next term.”

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.”

I was able to get to the school store and got most of my books and supplies for each class. After breakfast, we went to class, drowning myself in my first 3 classes before lunch. By the time I got to the geography class, I noticed Harley wasn’t in the room. I frowned and looked around, but there was no sign of him. I couldn’t even feel his presence nearby. Instead, another person was standing with Professor Kai; someone I didn’t recognize.

The class continued with the teacher giving instances and pointing out those she think their letter is great and those she think is bad, her calling Gao Yu back then helped him pay attention to the rest of the class. Soon enough the class was over and Gao Yu went to the school relics hall to see Professor snapes. “you are here,” Professor snapes said with a smile as he dropped something that Gao Yu can only think to be some creature tooth that he was inspecting. “good afternoon Sir,” Gao Yu greeted., “Afternoon, you seem surprise being here, haven’t you been here before?” professor snapes asked.

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.