Harry Potter Professor Of Potions Novels & Stories

I lean forward to see the owner of the voice and found Carlossmirking. “Aria believes in magic, just not love potions,” Isla piped in. “That’s a shame.” Carlos gave her a smile. I roll my eyes and turn to the professor, who had started teaching. She taught us potions that were relevant to service. She gave us ingredients for a healing potion and a body lightening potion. We start mixing. Lucien hands me herbs and I grind them, trying not to crush them too fine. His hand brushes mine as he adds the powder winking at me. The boys were cracking jokes and for a moment everything feels almost normal, like I am finally in school learning something. Maybe witches weren’t all bad after all……..I coul

When he was attending the magic academy of the Northern kingdom—before the academy closed its access to pure-blood witches and was now only intended for mixed-blood witches—he always got a D score for his potion class. This was despite taking four retests, all of which ended with the same result. His professor, who had given up on teaching him potions for the fifth time, decided to let him pass the class. So it was clear, his knowledge about the potion was nearly zero. No. It was precisely zero, Albert muttered to himself deep in his mind, as he regretted the fact that he did not take the potion class seriously. "This will help make you feel better," Daniel then put the bottle on his desk.

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

I smiled blissfully at her. After some time, the bell rang and we rushed to the classroom. I found Professor Zain talking to one teacher in the corridors near our classroom. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He's so attractive and tall. The way his perfect lips are moving, I can't describe in words. My heartbeat quickened again all of sudden. What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind?

By the time class was over, I had already filled out a couple of pages of notes and I was ready to tackle the next class. Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy. This was an interesting class, and I came to find that it was mostly a class of witches and wizards with only a few shifters. Professor Ivy was a beautiful and vibrant professor with a smile that practically lit up the room. Like Professor Santina, she wrote her name, class, and textbooks on the whiteboard and I wrote them down, making a note to go to the school store to get these books.

Matt How the hell was I supposed to get myself a proper date without a way to contact her. I guess I'd have to try and get it during my next visit to Yellow Ridge. "Now, if you have an active curse, the best thing you can do is eat well and keep the potion on you," the professor started writing on the board. "Here's the list of the best potions in order of most potent to least." I winced, recognizing every single one of them from my mother's book and the prescription.

Author Pov "You can't do this to me, professor." The young man cried out slamming the papers on the table as he looked at the principal with a blazing gaze. The principal looked up and sighed heavily shaking his head. He leaned on the chair before once again throwing a venomous comment at the young man. "You should have thought about it before doing such a grave sin, Mr. Kale. You are such a genius boy then how? What you did Mr. Kale will never leave you to have one breath of peace." Harry threw the papers on the floor in anger.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

"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.

“By now you must all have noticed that we’re welcoming a new staff member here with us. From now on, he will be a part of your higher learning to hone your magic-wielding ability. Professor Kendrick.” He motioned his hand to point at the salt-and-pepper-haired man with rectangular-rimmed glasses, the one whom the girls from earlier were squealing at. Professor Kendrick smiled, showing a flash of brilliant white teeth. “He’ll be your Charms and Relics teacher. And all of you will be meeting him no matter which class you will belong to.”