Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

then get enough security if you are coming to this excursion maybe he will try the couples thing," Bai wen wen joked before laughing. "Am serious, don't you see that his last look on me, I swear something must be wrong with that man," Gao yu said as they walked the school walkway. "Pffft, talking as if you don't know mr Snapes, that man is as weird as Harry Potter characters, I bet he was looking at you like that because you look like one piece of history," Bai wen wen said. Truly, though professor Lin zhi zhu ( Mr Snapes), hadn't stayed that much in the school the students has come to know him for acting weird, there was once a time he carried a mummified corpse to school just to show how E

I found myself watching him, grateful for the easy energy he brought, even as I felt my own nerves still pulsing beneath the surface. “So, get this,” Harry started, grinning as he leaned forward. “Last week, in School, we pulled off the best prank yet. You know that professor who’s always going on about discipline and professionalism to be successful?” Neel raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “The one with the really boring voice?”

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”

“Nope.” Jake’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the gears turning in his dumbass head. He leaned closer, voice dropping low. “Wait. Don’t tell me… you fucked your specialist. The professor.” I froze for half a second, then glared at him. “She’s not our professor. We graduated. She wasn’t even at the school when we were there.” “Doesn’t matter, man.” Jake laughed, stretching back. “She’s got that look, strict, smart, way too hot for her own good. If she was around back then? Every guy on the team would’ve lined up for a shot.”

“If you want to stay, we’ll stay. Anything for you.” Seraphine’s stomach twisted. “Why are you guys talking like that?” Mina tilted her head. “Like what?” Seraphine looked around. No one else was talking. No one even moved. It was like the whole room had been frozen in a moment of pretend normalcy. Then the door creaked open. One of the professors stepped in, Professor Halcroft. Normally cheerful, but now his expression was blank, hollow-eyed. He walked straight up to the board and said, “Good morning, Seraphine.”

One had to be precise when enchanting them, which just so happened to be the one thing Henry was not. Professor Merriweather swept into the room on a cloud of gardenia scented perfume. Her long hair was the color of cinnamon, bound in a thick braid that trailed halfway down her spine. I didn’t mind the professor, but she had a penchant for running off the rails with her lectures, inevitably leaving the class stumped. “Good evening, everyone!” She sang, then proceeded to launch into a recap of what we’d learned last class. Afterwards, she flitted to a nearby supply closet to retrieve what appeared to be an ordinary occult textbook.

Still common…'' ''Well... It seems I can indeed trust you. OK, enjoy your college days well, Anindira... I will leave you." ''Okay, thank you ma'am.'' Anindira became a special student because of Anindira's father. Harry had entrusted Anindira directly to the rector concerned. As a well-known professor, Harry is quite respected in his circle, he also has quite a bit of influence in the official state-owned legal entity. As a criminal psychology research professor, he is often asked for help by several legal entities that need his opinion.

Sapping walks in. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t miss our new wonderful teacher teaching the oath and care of magical creatures.”, he says happily. She just shakes her head before speaking again, “Then we have Mr. Sapping teaching potions and our last teacher is Miss Phoenix teaching oath and care of magical creatures.” “She’s a student here!” “I’m not being taught by a human!” “Yeah!” The cafeteria gets louder where a few students and Jess are covering their ears. Holding back my anger as they continue to yell.