Harry Potter Professor Novels & Stories

I looked at myself in the small mirror above the desk. The girl staring back at me looked older than seventeen. She looked like someone who had been through fire and come out stronger. I touched the star necklace. "You've got this." I whispered to myself. At exactly seven o'clock, another knock came at my door. Sophia Valdez was standing there, her arm linked with a tall man with grey hair and kind eyes. "Rory, this is Professor Harrington. He'll be teaching your advanced chemistry seminar." "Nice to meet you, young lady." He said, extending his hand. "Sophia hasn't stopped talking about you for months."

The professor sneered at this sight. “Do you think I can't deal with you if you run there?” the professor said loudly. However, Philip had a plan. There were many magic circles in the ancient ruins that could be used. Philip wanted to use these magic circles to restrain the professor. The professor’s huge body clung to the buildings in the ancient ruin, and the mucus from his body sprayed on the buildings. Very soon, the buildings started to disintegrate. The mucus secreted by the professor was extremely corrosive.

Who in their right mind is late for this class? Me. Apparently. Mr. Harry, the Calculus lecturer is attractive. There, I said it. It’s probably inappropriate to describe my twenty-nine-year-old professor that way, but I would be lying if I said other students don’t say worse. He has piercing steel-gray eyes, dark brown hair, an almost angelic smile, and broad shoulders. Sometimes I am convinced he doesn’t belong in the real world. Honestly, I’m sure most girls are putting themselves through Calculus torture just for him. There’s one admirable and extremely annoying—thing about him though.

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

Ryan looked up again and now saw a gray boxer. Little by little, she was getting nervous about what she saw. Gulping, she lifted her head more and saw his face - Professor Harry. He is the math teacher who is known as a terror on the whole campus. It was only then that Ryan realized that when she jumped from the cart, she grabbed Professor Harry’s pants and pulled them down. Between the professor's legs, Ryan saw Slyvester and Vincent standing in the distance gaping. On the other side, he could see the students inside the classroom who witnessed what happened.

he bellowed, slamming his hand on the desk so hard that his Harry Potter glasses slipped off his nose, hit the floor, and shattered. The entire class froze. Even the humans—blissfully ignorant of werewolves and their drama—could sense the tension. The professor was a new lecturer and was too focused on his work to mingle with the other lecturers so no one bothered to mention to him that the family that owned the University (Vanderwilson) had two children attending the this year and one of them took his classes.

I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand. Professor Hawksley entered, her frail frame surprisingly commanding as she tapped her staff against the stone floor. “Good morning, class,” she squeaked, her voice carrying an edge of authority beneath the timid cadence. “Today, we will explore the intersection of magical theory and ancient leyline manipulation. Pay close attention—these concepts will form the foundation for your advanced studies.”

Professor Nathaniel Cross was a middle-aged man with slightly frizzy brown hair streaked with gray, sweater vests, and fancy little leather-bound books he said he used for ‘notes’ as he gave a presentation from them while our professor for the course manned a slide show. He was quirky, he was strange, he was absolutely fantastic, and knew what he was talking about. Was he in the know or was he just an enthusiast though? That was much harder to tell than you'd think when some people were obsessed with the idea of the supernatural. Halloween was more than enough to show that, but still. The professor spoke about things he’d have to have done his research on to get such an accurate conclusion,

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

“Please take your seats so we can start.” Gentlemen,” continued the elderly professor with red hair streaked with gray. “I am Leopold Louise Alcione, dean of the Magic department and head of the Magical Defence and Offence department.” he looked to his left where the dark skinned professor sat. “This beside me is Professor Reginald Morell who will temporarily replace Professor Morell from the Arcane Arts Department and Professor Jacob Dupont who is currently taking Professor Gerstein’s place in the Alchemy department.” he then faced the other side. “To my right are Professor Belladona Dimitrio, head of Herbal Lore, Professor Kylyne Rose Raevers, head of Charms and Enchantment and Professor A