Harry Potter Teacher Novels & Stories

Sapping walks in. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t miss our new wonderful teacher teaching the oath and care of magical creatures.”, he says happily. She just shakes her head before speaking again, “Then we have Mr. Sapping teaching potions and our last teacher is Miss Phoenix teaching oath and care of magical creatures.” “She’s a student here!” “I’m not being taught by a human!” “Yeah!” The cafeteria gets louder where a few students and Jess are covering their ears. Holding back my anger as they continue to yell.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"You make quite the point. The wizards will be able to grow trees faster using magic... It's a great plan, in all honesty, your father here isn't all always smart. So, I was afraid that this situation is beyond my control." "It's all right, Dad. Anyways... I have to go now." "Very well dear. Your teacher had asked when she is to come." "She can start coming from tomorrow." "Alright, dear." Sarah's Pov - My teacher... Well, he must probably be talking about Baroness Joann. I saw her in Rubia's memories and she's really not that bad, she's the type to look tough but, really cares on the inside for her students.

Brooklyn snapped and grabbed her things, getting ready to leave. "No," Harry said and raised an eyebrow in warning. "You stay right where you are." Brooklyn's mouth dropped. "No," she hissed. "Fuck you, Harry. Who do you think you are? Ordering me around? You can-" Harry leaned forward and placed his hand over Brooklyn's mouth. "While I may love the sound of your voice I'd rather hear you moaning in a different situation." "Sorry I'm late!" The teacher then decided to show up and walked into the class, throwing his bag on the desk in a rush. "Right, books out, guys!"

The principal started with the unnecessary introduction knowing there was definitely more to the story. “But unfortunately, there has been an incident with one of the teachers that has left a vacancy that would be temporarily filled by a qualified and renowned person of the werewolf higher council. I honestly, I would be counting myself lucky if I was in you all shoes because we will be having a substitution from no other than our very own, Killian Huxley!!” She announced with an infectious excitement that didn't quite get around. Most people seated on the bench stared in puzzlement because no one could believe such a crossing. Why would Killian want to teach in a school filled with disrespe

There are posters advertising clubs and events, and I can't help but wonder what all of them entail. We make our way to my first class, and I'm reassured to see that it's a standard humanities class — History, English, and Philosophy. I take a deep breath and enter the room, trying to appear calm and collected. The teacher, a tall, regal-looking werewolf, greets us and introduces himself as Mr. Howl. He motions for us to take a seat, and I settle into a desk next to Lily. The rest of the class is a mix of supernatural beings, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising as I try to mask my nervousness.

When I had taken my seat, I hadn’t been able to help the feeling of excitement and anticipation, cloaked with a bit of nerves. This was my first time, after all, at a place where I would learn to harness the power of magic, to unlock the secrets of the universe and become a witch. If I was one though. Maybe I could be powerful, not someone always left at the mercy of others. Mr. Fekon, the mathematics teacher, had been the professor that took the first class. He was a man who looked like a woman, and talked like a woman, with flowing white hair that almost touched his waist.

The dedication that she has shown to her studies is quite comendable. As class is finishing up, I stand up to make an announcement to everyone. All of the witches in the class sit down and focus their attention solely on me as soon as I stand up. The witch teaching the class is Circe who is also telekinetic. She gives me a small wave towards the center of the room so that I can tell them all the news.

A lesson impatiently awaited by everyone – the lesson that taught them how to turn into something else. It was one of the most excitingly looked forward course in the school syllabus of the second semester in the first school year at Elmbridge School of Magic. Both on the corridors of the school and on the corridors of the dormitories for younger students, one could hear talks about how diligently they wanted to attend all classes taught by Mr. Hans Von Halgen. A lesson where you could definitely learn how to turn into a multi-headed hydra, into a butterfly, into a lion, or even into a minotaur.

I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand. Professor Hawksley entered, her frail frame surprisingly commanding as she tapped her staff against the stone floor. “Good morning, class,” she squeaked, her voice carrying an edge of authority beneath the timid cadence. “Today, we will explore the intersection of magical theory and ancient leyline manipulation. Pay close attention—these concepts will form the foundation for your advanced studies.”