Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

We then looked at him who was staring at us angrily. “You Mr...?” The Professor pointed his marker to Harry. “Harry. Harry Wilson.” Harry replied. Then the Professor looked at me and I said “Stella Jones.” “Yeah! Mr. Wilson and Ms. Jones! Am I disturbing you?” He shouted. “No professor carry on.” Harry replied. I looked at him with widened eyes. The professor grew angry and shouted “Mr. Wilson! Out of the classroom. Now.” Without saying anything, Harry stood from the chair and started leaving the classroom. But before he left the classroom, he turned to me and shouted “Stella! Come out. You said the class was boring.”

"Hunnie is that you ?!" Called someone to my right, coming from the living room. "Hi, it's me. " I stated nervously, as I held this big pot of water infront of me. It was one of the professors that taught at the academy. She's also in charge of our new ascending teens. Professor Plumith. "Aren't we thirsty?" She laughs eyeing the pot of water I held that was filled to the rim. "Always working on spells, aren't cha?" Her face broke out into a wide and proud smile.

After a few seconds I heard the Professor's voice booming in class as he resumed his boring talks about the boring lecture in such a boring tone. I hate him. Professor Martin is not like other staffs. he's strict and not so friendly with students who always keep his face up and talk in the air. can't blame him, he must be at least fifty and the age itself allows him to be grumpy and ill-tempered. his thick and square glass will be on his nose all the time. It's been a month of me being in this college and not even for once I saw him smiling. He's hard to impress and to deal with. no one, i repeat no one would dare to stand against him because he exactly feels like some evil character of a mo

he nodded "Then how about Edward?" I asked "No, he doesn't. I've in Paris since so many years and recently came back home, I came back the day before we met at the bar." he told me. "Hmm. Exactly. That's what I'm thinking , how came a young boy like you can become a professor?", I teased him. "Yaah! if I want then I can be your permanent Professor, you know na how smart I am.", he again started praising himself but this time I have to admit he's really smart.

I snapped clinging onto my hairpin ready to take her out. “Calm yourself Earis,” she whispered then pointed in front of the theatre. My head moved in sync with her hand and that's when I saw him. The very hound that had marked me, dressed in a black suit leaning against the professor's table. My breath caught in my throat. “Silence…” Prof. Corner's timid voice sliced through the noise in the theatre. “I know this is your final year but we have a new professor from Cambridge, he'll be taking your drama classes from today,” he added.

“Then I can go to sleep and hide the light.” "You are pushing your physical limits too far, Miss Cross." A soft, calm voice spoke from the shadows ahead. I stopped walking and lifted my head. Professor Pendelton stepped out from the dark doorway of the advanced magic history classroom. He was an old man with long grey hair and kind, wise eyes behind small round glasses. He wore his formal professor robes, but he was not holding any books. He was looking at me with a very serious and heavy expression. "Good evening, Professor Pendelton," I said softly. My simple English was flat and steady, hiding my pain. "The classrooms are already clean for tomorrow."

That is nothing but a piece of fake news. "When you concoct a brew for healing, you have to know at what level it becomes toxic. Any warlock or sorceress has to have the same knowledge as to know how the potions that they concocted have to be effective enough to heal but not potent enough to harm." Professor Huges explained to her class using a flat tone, all the while adjusting the frame of her inch-thick reading glasses so that they would snug perfectly on the fridge of her nose. At the same time, she also makes good use of this time to roam inside the classroom.

She had heard about the professor — a master of the occult, a keeper of dark and mysterious secrets — but she had never expected to find herself here, in this eerie, oppressive classroom together with him. The professor looked her up and down, his expression unreadable, "Since you're only the transferee in this class, Ms. Fridays, let me introduce myself to you first. I am Mr. Cresswell Morrigan, your professor in this class where you shall learn the secrets that lurk in the shadows, the knowledge of death, and the hidden macabre truths of this world," The professor said, and with that Ruby nodded in unwanted acknowledgement slowly, trying to take in the advice and her surrounding simultaneo

I whispered. “And that will be all for today,” Professor Kai’s voice cut through the room, firm and final. He was already snapping his textbook shut, as a few eager students shot their hands up, but he waved them off with a tired motion. “Hold your questions until next time, and I promise to address them all.” I glanced at my watch, he was leaving early. A full thirty minutes early!?, my stomach tightened, and then, I knew my guess was right, Something is wrong!

Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.”