Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

Because I was struggling to find it hard to believe that he just appeared here. “Oh my gosh it’s professor Grey, but what’s he even doing here doesn’t he teach philosophy? Why is he now interested in dance?” The nearby chattering and whispering voice of some girls managed to reach my hearing that it didn’t occur to me when my foot dragged to their presence. “He teaches philosophy? That means he’s one of our professor in this department? Is that right?” My tone reduced, probably from anxiety. One of the girls shook her head, “He’s actually one of our professor, but he isn’t grounded in the art of dance, it’s normally professor Harry.”

“Some manage to put their theoretical knowledge to the test in practical classes, barely managing to correctly execute the components to create a spell. But even in those cases, as apprentices, you practice under the direction of the school teachers who never have the time or interest to explain the correct techniques for using magic. If you want my opinion, those old school teachers are just taking up space uselessly. " "And what about the headmaster of the school, Professor Theodria?" “He is the worst of all. Anything I have to say is a criminal waste of the air we breathe, if you ask me, which, I hasten to add before you look at me like that again, is what you have done. You asked me. " F

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

The young man wore glasses and had neatly styled comma hair that reminded Anna of a Korean actor. He was also a genius. Besides overseeing the royal library, Theo was the Head Professor of Magic at Lever Magic Academy and the Master of the Mage Tower. Life really isn't fair. His hair looks perfect without spending hours at a salon or watching styling tutorials online. Anna couldn't help envying him a little. Considering how busy his life already was, she couldn't understand why someone with such prestigious positions also worked as the palace librarian. Still, she felt too embarrassed to ask him directly. "In that case..."

He had no right to do that to me, but I would be in a steeper mess if it reaches Aaron's ears. And as if the universe has conspired against me, someone announced his presence. Feeling humourous, the professor called me out in front of the class and introduced me to him. His eyes narrowed at the professor, but the latter continues without restraints. “ Guess who we have here,” he says to him, and slithered his hand around my back. “ Meet the writer of the best love letter I have read so far.” He glances at me, and instinctively checks his phone.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

I wasn’t really expecting anything but the atmosphere had become so condensed with sexual tension lately that I felt people would start making out in classes with the stares that went from one sex to the opposite. “I heard Professor Deric had to leave his office door open because he kept getting gifts dumped in front of his door.” “Really?” The girl stared the guy who’d spoken. “Yeah. I saw him moving some out of the way so he could just enter his office.” My eyes narrowed at the laughing pair. They hadn’t said anything wrong but it irked me that they thought such a situation was funny. I didn’t find it funny.