Hogwarts Librarian Novels & Stories

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

Even the mahogany tables between the stacks were piled with books and scrolls as if they had run out of space. The amount of knowledge in here had to be very precious indeed. If this existed in the Werewolf kingdom, there would be armed guards at the entrance and it would be closed to everyone except the highest-level personnel. Even I wouldn’t be allowed to enter. As Isaac led me through the spiraling corridors, I mused, “Who manages all of this?” He shot me a glance over his shoulder. “Lots of people. It’s a lot of work,” he said, which I couldn’t help but agree with. “But Zelda’s father, actually, is the head librarian here. He’s my father’s cousin.”

She follows closely behind us. “Nellie, do you know which section in the library we can find books on folktales?” I ask. “I’m not that familiar with the library, Princess,” she answers. “You can ask the librarian for help.” “I didn’t know there was a librarian.” Nellie points to a desk to the right where a vampire with short brown hair is sitting. “That’s Willow. She’s the new librarian.” “What happened to the old librarian?” “Unfortunately, Gaius was killed by Opal and Jacob that night they hurt you.”

When they came near me, all of them bowed to me and one of the guards muttered, “Greetings, my lady. Matron Arwen sent us here to get the locked door opened.” I nodded my head and stepped aside as they all placed their hands on the doors. On the mark of three, all of them pushed it open and the door finally creaked and moved a little. Meanwhile, the young man stood awkwardly around me not knowing what to speak. “Hello, my name is Celia” I tried to make him feel less nervous. He wiped his wet palms over his pants and replied, “Hello, my name is Viktor. I was made a librarian when the old one died but since nobody ever visited it, I was moved to cleaning duties.”