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.

“No matter what, thank you for standing up for me. As your professor, it’s only fair that I reward you.” I exhaled in relief. “No need, Professor! It’s what students should do anyway…” “You do deserve it.” He picked up the phone on the desk, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Are you hungry? I will get you a sausage.” I froze for a second and then nodded frantically. As long as he didn’t make a big deal out of it, I’d eat anything—even metal if he handed it to me! “Thank you, Professor! I want the biggest one!”

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

I laughed in my mind at that thought. “I’m thirsty, Professor. Get me a glass of water please.” I plead him. He quickly looked for water but there is none in the room. “I’ll just buy outside. Wait for me.” he said and kissed my forehead before going out. “Seriously? Do you call him Professor even if it’s just the two of you?” Flora asked, bewildered. She might find it weird but I don’t see something wrong with it. “He’s my Professor, Flora. What’s wrong with it?” I asked her confused. I’m comfortable calling him that way.

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.

What I saw made my whole body freeze. It wasn’t a woman. Professor Kai was with another man, a tall, lean figure with dark hair—pinned against the desk. Professor Kai’s hands gripped the man’s hips, pulling him closer with each thrust. The other man’s face was turned away, but his gasps were unmistakable, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. My breath hitched. Professor Kai is Gay!?

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The Potion Alchemy labs were humid. Smelling of sulfur, crushed nightshade, and the bitter tang of failed ambitions. Row after row of black iron cauldrons simmered under watchful eyes of stone gargoyles perched in the rafters. "Basic oil-burning today, class." Professor Hexton droned. Voice dry as the parchment he clutched. "Stable temperatures. No flair. No explosions." I didn't look up. Already busy at my station. Blue flame beneath my cauldron hissing. On the surface, distilling standard lavender and rosemary oils. Beneath that shimmering floral layer, the real work was happening.

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

“Our first lecture will be in the next ten minutes, you should revise princess in case of questions.” I turned to him, then nodded. Julian flashed in my mind, when he used to be my professor at Clarefield. Now he left his field for his girlfriend’s department. Sirena seems to have won now. I took a heavy breath. Raising my head up from my thoughts, I watched the professor walk with. My eyes lingered nowhere above his legs then returned to my book. We were having philosophy. “Settle down everyone—“