Harry Potter Professor Of Potions นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I yelled in frustration, turning on my heels sharply as I walked towards him. Professor Faren had his own lecture hall where he taught his pupils the subtle mysteries of magic or some students called it the magic theory. He taught the history of magic, simple magic all the way up to complex battle magic. From what I could tell, he was a very serious person and didn't like his students missing a word of his lectures.

Taking a moment to compose ourselves, we whispered the incantation in unison and pointed our wands at the unsuspecting professor. "Rhyme-Rite, Rhyme-Rite, with a sprinkle of fun, Make his words dance, make his speech overrun. Professor Darking, prepare for the twist, Rhyme every word, let hilarity persist!" In an instant, a wave of magical energy swept through the room, engulfing Professor Darking. His words transformed into rhythmic verses, and his sentences began to rhyme with ridiculous ease. "Good day, students," Professor Darking began, a bewildered expression on his face. "Today's topic is potions, but instead of notions, let's talk about lotions!"

Not because she didn't know what was in the bag, but because she could see that she was shaking violently. The platinum-blonde-haired witch tried to compose herself and calmly explain why she was there. "As you know, Bianca, my sister, Dhara, and I are witches. However, each of us has a gift of our own. As for me, I am a potions master..." "Like Severus Snape?" cut in Bianca, suddenly excited. "Who?" asked Dhara and Darya in the same voice. Bianca quickly put a hand to her lips before clearing her throat in an attempt to quell the embarrassed laughter that ran through her. She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!"

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

It was like it shows that the one the Ancient Vase chose is really strong that could kill a mountain of people. It didn't take long and I saw the Professor who's talking to the screen earlier, he has this gloomy aura. He has a big black circle around his eyes like a panda, he was a professor for magic inventions. He invented equipment that could be used in the daily life of a person, she wonders if he sleeps? "What kind of game will they play if they are chosen?" She whispered to Dianna.

he nodded "Then how about Edward?" I asked "No, he doesn't. I've in Paris since so many years and recently came back home, I came back the day before we met at the bar." he told me. "Hmm. Exactly. That's what I'm thinking , how came a young boy like you can become a professor?", I teased him. "Yaah! if I want then I can be your permanent Professor, you know na how smart I am.", he again started praising himself but this time I have to admit he's really smart.