Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Professor

At last, Dr Poter makes a sudden appearance with his usual bright smile on his face. Everyone clapped to his entrance, while I was the only one who clapped with full excitement. He laughed and took the micro from his assistant, Jenny. I can't believe I actually stalked my friend's dad, he's my professor and do things that amaze me sometimes. "Well then, let's proceed to the speech." "That is all for the speech, I only have one request to ask." Dr Poter said as he cleared his throat. I stood up straight, my eyes directly looking at him. Hévéa and Thomas snorted out of laughter, mocking me.

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f

Still didn't get how Oliver guessed the old man's favourite hero just by his mere look. "Come on. It's obvious. They are both bald and wearing some fancy—antique—fashion. Right? That's what a Science Teacher looks like." Zeke shrugged at him. Totally not buying his theory. "No way. He's more like a living Einstein than the mutant guy. He's clearly a Math Professor." He reasoned out. "Yes, VIPs students?" Both of their eyes widened when Prof. Doyle called out their attention. He just noticed the two heads popping out at the threshold of the door that he didn't bother to close earlier. He had known them by their faces—every teacher does.

Professor McClone turned, a hint of surprise on his face. "Ah, Adeline! What can I do for you?" he asked. Adeline took a deep breath. "Professor McClone, I was wondering if you could tell me why Professor Wellesley wasn't teaching today," Adeline inquired. Professor McClone's expression turned guarded. "I'm afraid Professor Wellesley had an unexpected commitment arise. He'll be back tomorrow," Professor McClone replied. Adeline's disappointment was palpable.

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

I reply. “Yeah, right.” Harry laugh. “He’s probably prepared what to say to make a good first impression; it won’t last; his sort never does.” “I think he has potential,” I explain, and Harry laughs more. I hate other professors sometimes.

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.