Hogwarts Teaching 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

His patience knew no bounds, and his passion for teaching was as boundless as the endless horizons of the arcane world. We practiced tirelessly, honing our skills in the art of spellcasting. Seraphine guided me through complex rituals, teaching me the delicate balance between intention and incantation. He introduced me to the subtle nuances of elemental manipulation, guiding my hands as I learned to summon fire and water with a mere flick of my fingers. His understanding of magical theory was profound, and he explained the intricacies of magical runes and sigils with a clarity that made the ancient texts come alive.

NOVA POV “Miss. Jackson can I speak to you about your syllabus,” I heard that creepy voice. Should have ran out of this meeting, but no I was too busy ogling Turner. “Robert, can we do this at the teacher meeting tomorrow. I need to get home to finish getting the finals graded.” “I have to make sure you are teaching these kids the proper Historical Facts. The young minds need to be molded right.” “The syllabus before was approved with no issues. Everything was 100% Historical Facts, so we will talk about all this tomorrow in the teachers meeting,” I stated then walked away.

A lesson impatiently awaited by everyone – the lesson that taught them how to turn into something else. It was one of the most excitingly looked forward course in the school syllabus of the second semester in the first school year at Elmbridge School of Magic. Both on the corridors of the school and on the corridors of the dormitories for younger students, one could hear talks about how diligently they wanted to attend all classes taught by Mr. Hans Von Halgen. A lesson where you could definitely learn how to turn into a multi-headed hydra, into a butterfly, into a lion, or even into a minotaur.

the class chorused. “Good,” he nodded. He took about forty minutes to teach the spells and their mastery and an extra twenty minutes to practice and grasp the spells. Next, he carried the wolf fly and placed it on the desk of the person in the first row on the right. “We begin with you,” he said to the girl on the first locker. She swallowed hard and tried to heal the fly but she couldn’t get it. After a minute had passed, he took the fly to the table of the next person. Soon, it was Kennedy’s turn.

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.

I didn’t even have a wand yet. Was a wand required for taking magic classes? Nobody had said anything about it, and it wasn’t on the Principal Rapport’s material list. But maybe it was one of those things that didn’t need to be said. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I sat in one of the seats towards the front of the room as more students piled into the class. Professor Howl wasn’t in the room yet, but I knew he would be soon. The scent of cloves and vanilla filled my senses and before I had the chance to react, Damien walked into the classroom with Sarah stuck to his side like glue.

There were also several varieties of other magical creatures, including a half-troll, and a few half-elves. A rag-tag group, to be sure, but still, it was a start. Coco, Professor Pops, and Snow went out of their way to find great teachers. There was a teacher from each of the seven magics as well as others, like me, for a total of fifteen instructors. Some were only part-time, including Professor Pops, Snow, and Heathcliff, while the rest of us taught permanently. The other adults were already on stage, and I hurried to make my way up.

I had a worst hangover ever. "Jess, wake up, look, the new professor is here!" Hannah woke me up from my day-dream again. Seriously, I need to stop doing that! Oh God, no. Please no! No. It can't be! No! "Hello everyone, I am Mike Dupont, your new Latin teacher. I hope we will understand perfectly." He smiled like he smiled to me the other day and you could hear quiet moaning sounds coming from every girl in this class. What is he doing here? Who is this guy?

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.