Hogwarts: Divination Teacher Novels & Stories

he tilts his head, his eyes dulled with boredom, “Am I wrong?” “Well… no,” she steps closer, “But this wasn’t right. My homeroom teacher is dead because of you!” “She’s dead because you wished it.” I flinch at his words, wondering how he can be so cruel. He’d seemed so playful, jovial last week. I’m shocked by the cold, serious side he is laying bare before me. “That’s-” “True,” he cuts her off, annoyance curving his lips and crinkling the bridge of his nose, “My potion makes all negative thoughts reality, it doesn’t pick and choose. Your death wish fell under negative, so it came to pass.”

That sneaky bastard! She calmed the erratic beat of her heart and closed her eyes. Although she was nervous, she recalled all the lessons that her father taught her about magic. He did not teach her any offensive or defensive spells yet. But he taught her about controlling mana. Minerva opened her eyes. Her blue jeweled eyes glimmered with resolution. She raised her left hand and pointed at the man with the eyeglasses. She saw his eyes twitching and was about to launch his attack. His right hand was glowing with grey mana. She waited for him to be closer for a bit before she clenched her stretched hand and muttered.

“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.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

Principal Rapport explained over his shoulder as we walked toward a very tall building just beside the archway that led to the castle. “Professor Howl?” I asked. “One of the most brilliant professors at this school,” Xaden explained. “Certain magics can only be practiced by humans. Things like scrying, divination, clairvoyance. Professor Howl is an expert in Clairvoyance, which is being able to see the past and future. He should help us figure out what abilities you have.” My stomach clenched. “He’s even better at it than me, and that’s quite the feet. With a crystal ball, he can project images into other minds. That alone is phenomenal.” The principal spoke with such pride in his teachers,

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

Coralis needed to be there, to make sure the wand would be compatible with her energy. Martha was a potion teacher. However, she was also very skilled at defensive magic. Concerned about the threat looming over Coralis’ head and that the school administrators didn’t take it seriously enough, she decided to personally give Coralis advanced defence classes, just in case she ran into more demons while in Montreal, away from school grounds. On the way back from the wand shop, Martha instructed her to come to her office at 20:00. From this point on, every Sunday night before curfew, she would give her advanced lessons in defensive magic.

Sean smiled when he saw the look in Athena’s eyes, “you think you are up to the task to be tutored by me?” “Em, I don’t know, I can’t possibly tell. You don’t look like you would be strict.” His smile broadened, “don’t be mistaken, Athena, I can be very strict, you can ask Tobias if you doubt it,” he withdrew back but rather than pick another slice of bread, he picked up a napkin and started wiping his hand, “we will begin by changing your wardrobe, you can join Tobias when he would be going to the spa with his models, let him handle you and he can also pick up the best creams for you. He mentioned those last night.” He picked up his phone and stood up, “I will see you in the afternoon, I ha

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

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