Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Teacher

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

“Some manage to put their theoretical knowledge to the test in practical classes, barely managing to correctly execute the components to create a spell. But even in those cases, as apprentices, you practice under the direction of the school teachers who never have the time or interest to explain the correct techniques for using magic. If you want my opinion, those old school teachers are just taking up space uselessly. " "And what about the headmaster of the school, Professor Theodria?" “He is the worst of all. Anything I have to say is a criminal waste of the air we breathe, if you ask me, which, I hasten to add before you look at me like that again, is what you have done. You asked me. " F

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

I reply. “Yeah, right.” Harry laugh. “He’s probably prepared what to say to make a good first impression; it won’t last; his sort never does.” “I think he has potential,” I explain, and Harry laughs more. I hate other professors sometimes.

" Shruti left from there crying and Vivek followed her, staring at me. After they both left, I lowered my head, but I don't know why my tears are not stopping. I can't see anything. Everything has become blurry. I did not know that at that time two eyes were watching me, they were my teacher Mr. Aditya Khurana. He stood there and listened to everything and when the class ended, while going out Aditya Sir said to me "In my office" "Ok" was all I could say with a choked throat.

And what kind of spell had she cast on me? As I began to approach them, I caught sight of Mr. Daniel, the witch teacher, watching me from across the hallway. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I knew I had to tread carefully. I couldn't confront Pearl here, not with him lurking nearby. Our agreement with him was clear: no harming humans. And I knew he wouldn't hesitate to intervene if he thought I was threatening one of his students.

“Then what is it, son?” His small voice came out almost in a whisper. “My teacher said that I’m… psychic.” The word hit me like a slap. Heat shot through my chest, anger sparking before I could stop it. “What?” The single word cracked from my throat, sharp and loud enough to make him flinch. “Yes,” Harry sniffed, his small shoulders trembling. “She was asking me about my friend, and I showed her where she was… but she said she couldn’t see her.”

Stretch's grandmother nodded. "What can I do?" Harry asked, his eyes bright. He was bouncing on his toes, his arms dangling at his sides. A ruthless smile split my lips. "You get to teach me how to do business." His answering smile was just as hard. Just as sharp. He dipped his head. "Glad to be teaching again." Tove made short work of the door. We all passed through and waited just inside the blind spot on the security camera. Good thing we were all relatively comfortable with each other.

She pointed to the data on the screen and shouted, "That's impossible! The instrument must have malfunctioned! I'm a chemistry professor, I know better than any of you that this compound doesn't exist in nature!" I tapped the molecular formula on the screen with a finger, my voice calm yet icy. “You’re right, it doesn’t exist in nature. It only exists in top-class chemical laboratories, including—” I turned to look at her, "yours." Terry immediately rushed over, grabbing Hera’s arm while crying, "Professor Swift is innocent! Mr. Lawson, maybe it's a misunderstanding. Professor Swift loves you so much..." I looked at him coldly. "Loves me? She loves me so much that she prepared such a big gif