Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Joseph pulled some strings and managed to get a visitation with Ruby; being a well-respected Elder and professor around this school, Headmaster Williams surprisingly agreed to the request. “We appreciate your time, Headmaster,” Joseph told him with sincerity. “As I said, I certainly owe you a favor.” The headmaster looked him over carefully and then nodded. “Yes, you certainly do,” he agreed. The headmaster was an older gentleman with grey hair and a thin profile. He was tall; way taller than me and only a bit taller than Joseph. I could tell he’s been around for a very long time.

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

Why does nothing make sense? I reached the top of the stairs. The door to the headmaster's office was oak, carved with the same wolf-and-moon motif as everything else in this place. I'd been here once before, right after the arena, when Headmaster Vane had told me my mother was a student. He hadn't told me the rest. He hadn't told me anything. I knocked. "Enter." Headmaster Vane was sitting behind his massive desk, just like before. His gold-flecked eyes lifted from the papers in front of him, scanning my face.

Rail's question made the Headmaster's lips fall. "Forgive my omission, Mr. Rail. I'll try to finish today and no more lies about Mr. Rail!" The headmaster said looking down, he was really sorry and couldn't act quickly. "That's better, Headmistress! Or I will finish through the King of the Hereafter to punish those teachers,"

"I'd prefer to be consistently uninjured." "Where's the fun in that?" Despite everything, we laughed. The Headmaster appeared. Looking old. Tired. But determined. "I owe you all an apology," he said. "For what?" I asked. "For not seeing Professor Cael's betrayal sooner. For not protecting you better. For letting it get this bad." "You couldn't have known." "I should have. I'm the Headmaster. It's my responsibility to know." "The architects are professionals. They've been planning this for decades. No one could have predicted it all."

The headmaster asked seeming awkward as he stood before her. “I am fine. We need to inform his majesty about this. Did one of them survive?” She asked Azeph shook his head. “The one we caught committed suicide,” He said and she nodded. “We need to move the bodies out of here while the other students are sleeping,” The headmaster said, “Go ahead. I give permission to your men to come into my chambers,” She declared. The headmaster bowed before her then. It was the first time he’d seen the man bow to anyone other than the king.

His mind was absent since the Headmaster's arrival. The Headmaster in front of him was a very tall and muscular man with bluish-gray eyes; his almost faded blue hair that was turning gray already was slicked back, though some fell down in a small tuft on his forehead. By looking at him, he can sense that he was an arrogant, overbearing, and selfish man, just like any higher up from every school; almost similar to Mister Vacio. He was truly the Headmaster he had a bad feeling about. Every now and then, he became involved with Doll. What was his plan? Who was he?

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

--- 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.

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.