Novel & Cerita Harry Potter The Potions Master

"Stop. I'm not like that. I'm just... No one would want to 'take care' of me." Mia pitied her. They slipped into the lecture hall, settling in the back row amid the chatter of students. Kyra pulled out her notebook, trying to steady her trembling hands. The room filled quickly, the air buzzing with pre-class energy. Then, the door swung open, and the professor strode in—tall, composed, in a crisp button-down shirt that accentuated his broad frame. Kyra's breath caught in her throat. It was him. The same unreadable eyes, the same quiet intimidation. The Head Master from the bar, now standing at the front of her class like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats. “Welcome to Advanced Potions.” His voice carried easily across the room. “This course will focus on complex brews requiring precise control, patience, and an understanding of ingredient interaction.” He gestured toward the books stacked on the front table. “The advanced potions text for this year is already at your stations.” Students began flipping through the thick volumes. “For your first exercise,” he continued, “I want you to attempt the Emberleaf Restoration Draught.” A few students groaned quietly. “It is difficult,” he added calmly.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

The potion is a bubblegum pink colour and it’s just about to come to a boil. “It’s almost done.” I tell him patiently. Five minutes later the potion is more of a pastel pink and I turn off the stove. I clap my hands together. “Okay, now for the fun part. Grab a spoonful of the potion. DON’T drink it!” I say firmly. Harry carefully scoops up a spoonful of the jelly like potion. “What do I do with it?” Harry asks. I grin. “Use the spoon and flick it into the air.” I gesture in the general direction of the door, away from where we are both standing.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

He pressed his lower lip with his teeth, depositing so much force on that gesture, that it ended up not seeming to be something natural, but a way to disguise hatred. The embarrassing hiatus was only broken when Tristan returned holding a tray with two desserts and more cups of coffee. He put the dessert in front of Abigail and sat down, pulling a random subject about French cuisine. Harry quickly let go of his lip and moistened it, before openly smiling at my friend and picking up one of the steaming cups. He didn't notice that I was staring and that he had noticed a bloodline passing from his lip to his tongue. Maybe that subject was more delicate to him than it seemed. I wondered to what

How could he have such deep resentment? Helio leaned down, his voice low and dripping with menace. "I want you to know one thing," he said, his hand tightening slightly on her jaw, "I am the master here. Seeing you act bold and defy me only makes me want to destroy you. But I hold myself back... because I don’t want to lose my favorite toy. So do as I say, and live obediently." His words hit her harder than the slap. The cruel dominance in his tone sent a shiver down her spine, but Victoria refused to show fear. Even as she felt a flicker of terror, she kept her eyes locked on his, determined not to look away.