Harry Potter Teacher Novels & Stories

Harry runs his hand through his hair as he continues to think crazy things. "Harry, are you actually listening to yourself?" I say to Harry, but he's in another world. "I should've known. To think I thought it was your clingy handmaid—" "How dare you?" I cut him off, but he continued to speak like he didn't hear my words. "But instead it's the hipster teacher. Is that why you're always visiting her 'class?' Using seeing the kids as a cover to meet your lover. You're disgusting, Isla!" He spits out in disgust, and I flinch at his cold, untrue words.

Gomez inquired He took a full breath and taken a gander at Arosh prior to replying, "She is my companion, we were together final evening. So it is outside the realm of possibilities for her to enter the Teacher's Office." The Teachers were shocked when Harry said that he and Arosh were together final evening and they trusted Harry. They realize that Harry won't deceive them, since he is a brilliant understudy and they know his character. "All things considered, it is beyond the realm of possibilities for Ms. Richard to step through the examination paper." Said Mrs. Gomez. "Yet, Ma'am, if Ms. Richard didn't take it, that's what who did?" Mr. Reyes inquired. "That is the thing we really want t

I want to sneak in there next time… “What about the others? I saw them not using their want when they say the spell. Oh, they are powerful and have more mana. Is it the teachers you see? There is only one teacher I know who does not need to have a wand to cast a spell…but I believe she is not present in this kingdom for now…she’d out on a mission….” she mumbled, “Who did you see?” I can't say it's the queen…I am not dumb enough to risk my life, now that I know how strict the queen is. Plus the reason why she hides her face.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

"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."

God, I love her. The audible clearing of throat causes her body to stiffen against mine, and slowly I pull back to see the math teacher, Mr Weasley, standing in front of the class with a raised brow. "What are you doing here, Carter?" he asks, and as I open my mouth to respond, he waves me off. "You know what? Don't answer that. Get out of my class," he says dismissively, walking over to the table on the dais to place the stacks of books he'd been carrying.

He replied as he put a small portion of food into his mouth " You make it sound like I'm not a good person. No one wants to be with you anyway" Diana was Harry's best friend. They were both in the same grade and have been friends for a long while. The dual went back to class after they had their meal. The class was a drag for Harry. He could tell the class was nearing the end as his teacher's tone always gave her away. He retracted his gaze from Annabelle and focused it on the teacher.

“I heard that’s even more difficult than any advanced class at this school.” “I was practicing magic with Xaden earlier and Principal Rapport was watching me,” I told her in a hushed tone. “He was impressed that I was able to do more than one spell at a time.” Her mouth hung open in shock. “Seriously?” She gasped. I could tell she had way more questions for me, but classes started, and we both drowned ourselves in our work. Werewolf History was taught by Professor Santina. She was a young teacher with long black hair with blonde highlights and big blue eyes. She was obviously a werewolf shifter and she even shifted to show us her large black wolf which also had streaks of blonde in its coat

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"