Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

“Moderation is important, you know. Tutoring clearly works, but look at how drained you are.” I wished so desperately to smash that thermos into his face right now. Just then, Sarek clapped his hands, his eyes landing on me with unmistakable amusement. “Everyone, quiet down. To clarify the rumors about me being a homewrecker, I’ve invited a special individual involved in the matter.” The class erupted. “Is the Professor’s girlfriend coming?” My heart sank. He wouldn’t publicly expose us, would he? Just then, the door opened. Instead of a beautiful woman, a bulky lop-eared rabbit beastman with a face full of muscle stomped in. It was Charlotte.

“Anyway..” The professor tapped the brim of his violet hat with a theatrical bow. “Professor Viorell, at your wide-eyed service~” he chimed, spinning on his heel. “I teach Magic Theory and—oh!—a dash of Ethics.” He wagged a finger. “Which you clearly skipped, fire boy.”. “See you in class, you two.” The professor winked. He clapped once. Puff! A swirl of violet smoke spiraled outward like confetti—and he was gone.

I couldn't speak immediately after what he said; he remembered what I said in the library. "It's not just because of that that I have a reason and I can't tell the story because it's complicated. Just don't be attracted to the chismis of creatures with blue eyes; not all of them are kind and care about people like us, as if they were politicians," I answered and straightened up when I heard our professor's voice. I saw that the professor just nodded at Harold who was just entering the classroom and reprimanded my classmates for making noise. "Shut up! Harold, even if you are a good sorcerer and help someone like me, please respect my class schedules." The professor just said to Harold and he

He turns around, about to answer the student and our eyes meet. My breath stops. I can’t believe my eyes. Because standing in front of the class is the man who kissed me like he owned the night, the man I left in a hotel bed this morning…is my professor, the new visiting professor. And he looks just as shocked as I feel. Then his expression changes, it hardens. Like recognition is the last thing he wanted. And I know… my life is about to get even more complicated.

She was serving as their liaison. "Yes..." Elinor answered and Stella looked at the professor again before they started walking again. "That's Professor Henry," She said, "He teaches History and Tactical geography here," She added, "It's probably not him. I must be getting obsessed with this to start hearing his voice everywhere. Or maybe it was a similar note of tone to the one I already know." She said with a smile. Stella frowned for a moment then nodded. And Elinor realized that she was going to investigate it anyway.

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

Daffodil felt a warmth enter her body at the friendly expression of the man. She waited for him to walk over. “Hello. Would you like some help? We’re yet to get someone to take over responsibility of the library. I’m Professor Theodore.” Daffodil blinked and fumbled with the sleeve of her shirt, hoping her Dream Acorn stayed hidden. He didn’t show any traces of Half-Myth up close except his scent and Daffodil wondered if she was confusing herself. The professor’s gaze shifted down to her fumbling hands and then back to her face.