Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Professor Of Potions

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.

“Moderation is important, you know. Tutoring clearly works, but look at how drained you are.” I wished so desperately to smash that thermos into his face right now. Just then, Sarek clapped his hands, his eyes landing on me with unmistakable amusement. “Everyone, quiet down. To clarify the rumors about me being a homewrecker, I’ve invited a special individual involved in the matter.” The class erupted. “Is the Professor’s girlfriend coming?” My heart sank. He wouldn’t publicly expose us, would he? Just then, the door opened. Instead of a beautiful woman, a bulky lop-eared rabbit beastman with a face full of muscle stomped in. It was Charlotte.

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

“Is there a problem with that, Professor?” “It just happened, or your father is putting important people around you?” He asked, his voice having a hint of anger in them. I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off with a slight shake of his head. To my surprise, he came forward, cursing under his breath when I took one step away from him. “Is there any form of favoritism in this school, Melissa Ravenclaw?” “Why would you ask such a ridiculous thing, professor…” “Ridiculous?” He demanded, chuckling at my choice of words. “Why then did I ask a random student to go call you and she was so scared, telling me I was sending her into the lion’s den.”

He looked clean, stylish in a black short-sleeve knit polo and smooth pants. I swallowed, as I saw his eyes on me and I could swear the side of his lips raised in a taunt. He was telling me he knew me, and I was in his bed last night. But what could be doing here? The next second, Lynn shot up to his feet, already storming toward Ron, face red with anger. However, Ron stood in the middle of the class, a bright smile on his face. He opened his mouth, his eyes looking over Lynn toward the whole class, “I'm Professor Ron, and this is my PSY class.”

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

“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.”

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

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.

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.