Harry Potter Professor Of Potions Novels & Stories

“Anyway..” The professor tapped the brim of his violet hat with a theatrical bow. “Professor Viorell, at your wide-eyed service~” he chimed, spinning on his heel. “I teach Magic Theory and—oh!—a dash of Ethics.” He wagged a finger. “Which you clearly skipped, fire boy.”. “See you in class, you two.” The professor winked. He clapped once. Puff! A swirl of violet smoke spiraled outward like confetti—and he was gone.

Feeling wet and uncomfortable, I don’t focus on most part of the lesson as my eyes are glued to this man. Professor Quinn? Standing tall in front of the class in a pair of classy black dressed pants, square rimmed glasses that makes his nose pointier, and his beard. Everything about this man screams wealth and dangerous mixed together. I should focus, but I find it hard when my Professor is the same man who had had his fingers rubbing my panties until I cum shamefully, screaming profanities at the same time. With rosy cheeks, I lift my head from my desk to face this man, and I gasp when I notice his eyes on me.

Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.”

When he never gave anything, he wanted to profit, not donate, even so, he managed to convince his father and aunt that he needed vacation reinforcement, due to the fact that he had difficulties in potions, even so, he made life easier, due to his potions teacher, being friends with his aunt and uncle, they attended school together during their years of study. Teacher, Yatagarasu Wángzǐ teaches potions, which he is often remembered for the fact that he was his godfather, as well as tutor and took him as his disciple, this and all the other problems that led to him being frequently charged with having at least attention in said discipline.

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.

After a few seconds I heard the Professor's voice booming in class as he resumed his boring talks about the boring lecture in such a boring tone. I hate him. Professor Martin is not like other staffs. he's strict and not so friendly with students who always keep his face up and talk in the air. can't blame him, he must be at least fifty and the age itself allows him to be grumpy and ill-tempered. his thick and square glass will be on his nose all the time. It's been a month of me being in this college and not even for once I saw him smiling. He's hard to impress and to deal with. no one, i repeat no one would dare to stand against him because he exactly feels like some evil character of a mo

My eyes wonder seeing different types of creature our age and some who look too old to be in school, teachers perhaps. In front of us was a warlock, you could tell because he had a broomstick and a cauldron he had on the side of himself, he read “The Mystery of Potions By Anges Light Heart” one of the most top witches in Utopia. If I'm correct she is actually one of the founders of Utopia High, meaning he himself could go there also. Studying for potions if I’m correct. His head went straight up freeing my gaze upon him, his green cat like eyes stared only to bring his dilated eyes up and down making me more uncomfortable.

stated the principal. He talked a lot, particularly about the rules that apply and what cannot be done. For example, everyone is allowed to bring snacks, but alcohol is not. As I was speaking, I glanced around, and when I saw Sir Aiden, my heart began to race. The other professors are standing close to the stage with him, his face remain stoic I smiled and I looked at him secretly, he yawned and placed his fist on his mouth My mouth flew open and giggled softly at what I saw, I was about to smile again when his eyes wandered around and it stopped on my way

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

Harold saw sadness. Something, or rather, someone, must have pushed the professor into doing all that he had done to him and his friends—Wilkes and Trisha. ‘Something terrible’, Harold thought, ‘Perhaps, Francis.’ Harold also noticed that his professor was getting old. He had fading pupils which were once hazel coloured, greying bald hair and a wrinkling face and that made Harold wonder even more why the Professor had done what he did, but there was no way he could ask at that moment, lest he blew his chances of learning from him.