Harry Potter Teacher Novels & Stories

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

"I am Jo. I'm going to be Aiden's and Addison's class teacher." I started to extend my hand for a shake, but she enveloped me in a warm hug. "Oh," I said in surprise. "The physical training!" A very huge man with a tracksuit and whistle around his neck announced from the door. He leaned down to peer into the room and his eyes fell on me. "Luna." He bowed. "Forgive me." "That's the head physical trainer of the school, Harry," Jo told me. Harry flashed me a grin. "Let's go," the head matron said. "I would not put it past Harry to carry every one of us out there himself." I looked at the giant and I didn't doubt that he could.

I heard Hala and Morgan both muttering about the b-word, and they had a lightning storm over both of them at the mention of Aya. There's another boy too who is already trying to cast spells on others. There supposedly are charms and mechanisms in the school like in the halls that subdue the intensity of spells of certain nature to prevent accidents. I think his name was Myles, and he tried a handful of curses, as they're called, and nobody got hurt, but certainly he was caught. I think he almost tried a few spells on a teacher, but Mrs. Loop was present there and I guess being a person with a doctorate in Majestic Theory Myles backed down and stopped being a nuisance. The history teacher her

he probed. I sighed with relief when I realized that Ms. Hanh had finally stopped passing out material. I finished writing it down and closed the notebook, ignoring the questions my classmates were asking and concentrating on Harry. " If you want to know if he is dating someone, the answer is no. But I don't think he's interested in guys," I warned, getting up. The teacher finished giving the last warnings, and released us from the torture she calls class, so Harry and I began to walk side by side down the auditorium stairs.

I had a worst hangover ever. "Jess, wake up, look, the new professor is here!" Hannah woke me up from my day-dream again. Seriously, I need to stop doing that! Oh God, no. Please no! No. It can't be! No! "Hello everyone, I am Mike Dupont, your new Latin teacher. I hope we will understand perfectly." He smiled like he smiled to me the other day and you could hear quiet moaning sounds coming from every girl in this class. What is he doing here? Who is this guy?

She shouted and focused on her laptop again. A smile lit up her face. “It's teachers' assess day today, Mr. Hayes will be joining us today.” Ms. Melissa said with a big smile. My face drained. For fuck's sake. The teacher in question that I was in bed with this morning knocked on the door and entered the classroom. He was wearing a blouse that he bunched over his elbows, showing off skin. His beard was perfectly trimmed and he was wearing casual trousers. He looked perfect.

I spun around, expecting Heather to be there, maybe studying or maybe looking smug. But her bed was made. She was gone “Seriously?” I muttered, grabbing my bag and rushing out of the dorm like it was on fire. By the time I made it to the classroom, I was sweating and flustered. The class was nearly half over. Everyone looked up when I pushed open the door. The teacher, a grumpy old werewolf with a graying beard and a permanent frown, paused mid-sentence. “Miss Hart,” he said coldly. “So glad you could join us.”

"Good morning, everyone. Dr. Huffle has been assigned elsewhere this semester, so I'll be teaching this course from now on." "Let me introduce myself—my name is Paul Jefferson."

"So, you're just going to pretend I'm not here? You're the headmaster of this kindergarten, yet you don't even bother to find out what really happened before firing a good teacher? Is this how you handle things? "You think this is over?" Harry finally turned his attention to Matthias. He frowned as he said arrogantly, "So, you're the one who dared to slap Mrs. Palmer three times? You've got a lot of nerve!"