Hogwarts Teaching Novels & Stories

“Well, Mrs. Danner, are you ready for this?” “Gabe, it is just one night,” Bree said. “And you know she will be here for this one.” Gabe said, shaking her head, “I couldn’t believe it when I heard it.” “Who cares about Ann?” Bree said as she smiled and went over to her children to make sure they weren’t getting into anything. As the time passed, parents walked in and then were shown around to the areas of the classroom by their students. When the first class was in, Gabe took over and began the rundown of what the year would be like for the students. He answered questions and then just continued to run down everything and how it would all work.

Sapping walks in. “Yes, well, I wouldn’t miss our new wonderful teacher teaching the oath and care of magical creatures.”, he says happily. She just shakes her head before speaking again, “Then we have Mr. Sapping teaching potions and our last teacher is Miss Phoenix teaching oath and care of magical creatures.” “She’s a student here!” “I’m not being taught by a human!” “Yeah!” The cafeteria gets louder where a few students and Jess are covering their ears. Holding back my anger as they continue to yell.

In the Tarot, the Hierophant is sometimes known as the High Priest or the Pope and generally appears in the form of a teacher or mentor. He's always knowledgeable and wise but he can run the risk of being too hidebound and dogmatic. He can be the beloved mentor who is always there with the perfect bit of advice or that nasty teacher who still tries to teach that the earth is flat. He is calm, rational and ethical but he can also lack balance and be stubborn to the point of disaster, especially if his beliefs are called into question.

_Aurora’s POV_ The second Professor Volkov dismissed the class, the lecture theatre exploded into chatter. Chairs scraped against the floor as students stood, backpacks were slung over shoulders, and conversations overlapped until it became one loud blur. I stayed exactly where I was, staring at the front of the room as though my body had forgotten how to move. I still couldn’t believe it. Nikolai was a professor. Not just any professor, judging by the way everyone around me was talking.

The dedication that she has shown to her studies is quite comendable. As class is finishing up, I stand up to make an announcement to everyone. All of the witches in the class sit down and focus their attention solely on me as soon as I stand up. The witch teaching the class is Circe who is also telekinetic. She gives me a small wave towards the center of the room so that I can tell them all the news.

TESSA “Pure Magic…” Mr. Thompson started off, his voice carrying through the classroom. “In recent years, it has become a norm in medicine. Truly, it has shaped what we are today, especially in the use of potions. It is undeniable that werewolves are equipped with the skills to wield it since our very evolution.” Mr. Thompson was currently teaching Pure Magic in the Modern World, and judging by his tone, he was in love with the subject. His eyes gleamed, his hands moved like a conductor in front of an orchestra. It was obvious this was where his heart was—not in Combat. With Mr. Winters’ departure, he finally had a chance to teach it.

--- 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.

I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand. Professor Hawksley entered, her frail frame surprisingly commanding as she tapped her staff against the stone floor. “Good morning, class,” she squeaked, her voice carrying an edge of authority beneath the timid cadence. “Today, we will explore the intersection of magical theory and ancient leyline manipulation. Pay close attention—these concepts will form the foundation for your advanced studies.”

William also received one paper and he did the same. "Woh!" I said amazed. This place was getting better and better...nearer to Hogwarts, but not quite. "Look, into your schedule. We don't have classes like normal mundane schools, so we only have about 3 to 4 classes every day." I nodded and looked into my schedule curiously. -------------------- Ist class: Phycology 2nd class: Time of Death 3rd class: Defence training (Do not attend until you are fully well) --Lunch--

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.