Novelas y relatos de Hogwarts: Divination Teacher

, she says. He nods his head before popping out once again. I will not get used to that soon. Paying attention to the headmistress; “Starting at the right end of the table, we have Mr. Willis Samuell-Phoenix teaching grimoires. Next, we have Miss Charlie Saneye teaching history, then Mrs. Aksenchuk Anna Vladimirovna teaching dark magic. Next is Mr. Taren Samuell-Phoenix, our healer.” “Mr. Sapping, pleasure to see you.”, she says asks Mr. Sapping walks in.

--- 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.

Winky answered. “Do you know his name?” asked Robert, he then got up to his notebook and handed him a paper painting of a person's face. “Is this the person?” Winky nodded vigorously. He was very sure the man behind the black robe was this man. “Yes, that's right, this is him. How did you know?” “In the area of ​​Spain, there is only one adept wind master, Vale. He is also a teacher at the Andromeda School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

Their teachers seemed to have forgotten their needs. Two of their subjects were Potions for the Future and Ancientry Shadownian, which was taught by a slim and petite woman called Miss Kler and Mrs. Smith, respectively. The former was for the makings of medicines and such, while the latter was for Pasithea’s past. After their orientation, Ms. Higgins opened the topic of Mr. Porche. It caused an uproar from the others, but Sloane’s and Karina merely yawned, rolling their eyes.

The air hummed with energy, the scent of ozone and dried herbs thick in my nose. Three instructors stood at the front of the room… Professor Veyra, a sharp-eyed woman with silver-streaked hair and a no-nonsense demeanor; Professor Dain, a broad-shouldered man with a voice like thunder and a knack for breaking down spells into their most basic components; and Professor Liora, a lithe elf with fingers that moved like she was weaving the very air around her. Their presence alone commanded respect, but it was the way they moved… precise, fluid, controlled, that made it clear this wasn’t just another class.

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.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

"I can already picture myself sleeping on her entire Sibyl Studies class. Divination is the most boring subject of all." Niccoli whispered to Audrey. The next teacher who enters the room is an energetic and dashing man with blonde hair. He was good at playing with his good looks as he was able to make a lot of female students giggle and blush with just his casual smirk. Also, his eyes were so captivating. As if just one glance will draw your soul out. It has the beautiful color of the purest emerald. His talent is at beast taming and he will be their Beasticology teacher, Gerard Mprgan. The Apothecary teacher is also a sorceress. She seems to be in her early thirties. Her cute face and avera

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."