Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

I smiled blissfully at her. After some time, the bell rang and we rushed to the classroom. I found Professor Zain talking to one teacher in the corridors near our classroom. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He's so attractive and tall. The way his perfect lips are moving, I can't describe in words. My heartbeat quickened again all of sudden. What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind?

"Is there something wrong with the plot!" A familiar face looked up. An older man, he was the head advisor of the Herbology major and the lead faculty in charge of maintaining the greenhouses. "Claudia! I was just about to ask someone to fetch you. Come closer!" "Professor Ornby, what is it?" "Something I think you should see. And I see! You've brought Ken Joseph with you, how are you both? What a day, what a day indeed!"

By the time class was over, I had already filled out a couple of pages of notes and I was ready to tackle the next class. Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy. This was an interesting class, and I came to find that it was mostly a class of witches and wizards with only a few shifters. Professor Ivy was a beautiful and vibrant professor with a smile that practically lit up the room. Like Professor Santina, she wrote her name, class, and textbooks on the whiteboard and I wrote them down, making a note to go to the school store to get these books.

I muttered and his brows creased for a second as he looked like he was fighting with himself. “You can't back out once I lose myself.” He said, and I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I forced that haziness out of my head and nodded. Then he descended the stairs slowly until he was right in front of him. Kent, the golden professor of the campus. Everyone wanted him. The most renowned professor even though I've been hearing rumors about him getting terrifying these days. I didn't understand what was going on even as he approached me but I felt my knees weaken as he stared at me.

Author Pov "You can't do this to me, professor." The young man cried out slamming the papers on the table as he looked at the principal with a blazing gaze. The principal looked up and sighed heavily shaking his head. He leaned on the chair before once again throwing a venomous comment at the young man. "You should have thought about it before doing such a grave sin, Mr. Kale. You are such a genius boy then how? What you did Mr. Kale will never leave you to have one breath of peace." Harry threw the papers on the floor in anger.

Harold saw sadness. Something, or rather, someone, must have pushed the professor into doing all that he had done to him and his friends—Wilkes and Trisha. ‘Something terrible’, Harold thought, ‘Perhaps, Francis.’ Harold also noticed that his professor was getting old. He had fading pupils which were once hazel coloured, greying bald hair and a wrinkling face and that made Harold wonder even more why the Professor had done what he did, but there was no way he could ask at that moment, lest he blew his chances of learning from him.

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”