Harry Potter Teacher Novels & Stories

And oh guess what, we are really in the same class. Isn't this too coincidental? "I told you we could be in the same class!" Harry chirped and tried to keep his pace with me. "Oh shut up, Ellis and walk faster! We're going to be late!" As we get to the classroom, the teacher was already dicussing in front. I froze, I didn't want to enter the room. How could I forget that today is Monday and my first class for today is Mrs. Logan's? I'm done for. I have problems in waking up early and came late to her classes for several times, but I know that if I were to tell her that I'd woken up late, I would spend a week in the detention for sure. I closed my fist, but then Harry took my hand then again

It will operate as soon as possible,” explained John. “Really, Bro? You love Crystal so much,” said Jette. “Yes, because she is a reminder of how wicked I used to be. You look exactly like you, Jette during the time that I bullied you a lot,” said John. “Now, our problem is where to find Harry,” said Candy. “I guess you need to meet our clairvoyant teachers here in Timber Academy,” said John. John led the way towards the faculty room. They saw ten teachers working on their tables.

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

He quickly took in the presence of the girl Her raven black hair, attractive plump lips and brown eyes. He turned his eyes away from her and proceeds to teach. "I hope you all understood the topic and have a good day today, we'll have a short revision test in our next class" Dane said before leaving the classroom The class instantly became noisy after he left, everyone kept talking about the new hot lecturer. She just simply rolled her eyes and turned her concentration back to her phone, she hardly concentrated on what he taught...She didn't even find anything special in him, of course he was indeed handsome, she disliked him for his actions

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

I felt like a tiny fish in a vast ocean, but I was determined to find my place. On my first day of classes, I walked into Elemental Magic with a flutter of nerves. The classroom was spacious, with windows that opened to a stunning view of the grounds, and the air crackled with energy. The teacher, a tall woman with flowing hair the color of flames and eyes that shimmered like embers, introduced herself as Professor Pyra.

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

Eldrick was tall and on the willowy side, but he was handsome with silver hair and bright green eyes that gave him a timeless look. It was hard to know whether he was twenty or twenty-five hundred. Next to him sat Jordan. He taught the supernatural creatures classes. The man was short and thick with a beard that nearly touched the floor. Beside him was Heathcliff. When he could, he taught potions, but I had a feeling he would have to be replaced soon. His secretive job in Demonland kept him overly busy. Next came Kenmei. He was an interesting fellow of Asian descent who taught about dragons and their magic.

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.