Harry Potter Professor Of Potions Novels & Stories

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

One had to be precise when enchanting them, which just so happened to be the one thing Henry was not. Professor Merriweather swept into the room on a cloud of gardenia scented perfume. Her long hair was the color of cinnamon, bound in a thick braid that trailed halfway down her spine. I didn’t mind the professor, but she had a penchant for running off the rails with her lectures, inevitably leaving the class stumped. “Good evening, everyone!” She sang, then proceeded to launch into a recap of what we’d learned last class. Afterwards, she flitted to a nearby supply closet to retrieve what appeared to be an ordinary occult textbook.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.

He’s close now, he looks at me as if he’s studying me. “Higher, stretch.” His hand moving near my ribcage but not touching. “I need to see how the muscles look.” I stretch higher. His eyes track the movement of my body like he’s memorizing equations. “Turn slowly.” He takes a deep breath. “Something wrong, Professor?” “Your posture.” His voice sounds strained. “Your back curves here.” His finger runs down my back, the first time he’s touched me since I stripped. “Do you feel that?”

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

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.

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.

I wasn’t really expecting anything but the atmosphere had become so condensed with sexual tension lately that I felt people would start making out in classes with the stares that went from one sex to the opposite. “I heard Professor Deric had to leave his office door open because he kept getting gifts dumped in front of his door.” “Really?” The girl stared the guy who’d spoken. “Yeah. I saw him moving some out of the way so he could just enter his office.” My eyes narrowed at the laughing pair. They hadn’t said anything wrong but it irked me that they thought such a situation was funny. I didn’t find it funny.

From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.