Novel & Cerita Is Professor Dumbledore Gay

There was a slight change to the old man’s expression, but he managed to suppress it in time. “So what?” “So what?” Professor Sonny quirked his eyebrows. “Only a warlock’s curse would leave corrosive magic fragments in a human’s body. It is evident that there is a warlock among those students. He concealed himself among them, and he even attacked them! How do you think I should deal with this? The teachers are anxious. They insist on finding the identity of this person. You are well aware of everyone’s impression of warlocks, and you understand the consequences if we were to identify this student.”

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

“You little witch! What happened?” “We went to a bar. We drank some old-fashioned... and we talked... That’s all.” “Julian Sebastian? Are you serious?” She cannot help but laugh. “That’s almost everyone’s fantasy. At such a young age, he’s already on his way to becoming a music legend. Well, did you sleep with him?” “Oh, god, Lora! Are you really my friend? I didn’t have sex with the professor!” I hiss emphatically. “He’s really kind to me.”

I didn't get to ask his name last night, and of all ways, I found out this way. "They're right. He's hot," Molly whispered beside me. "But he's not my type. He looks dominant, and I'm more into femboys." I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised.

Leah had a swollen face and was bleeding from her mouth but that wasn't what got me. It wasn't just what I saw. It was the smell. Gasoline and they were both drenched in it. Fuck! "I'll advise you tread carefully, Professor Deric." I hadn't even known that I'd started walking forward. "It's all right. I understand the need to protect. That's why I'm doing this." He had the audacity to look at her like he was in love with her. "I have no idea what she sees in you. The idea that you both keep it all a secret irritates me but me, I'm willing to burn the world for her." A wide smile lit up his face.

“That speaks volumes for what they contain and affirms it’s not worth much.” “Ouch.” Aidan held a hand to his chest dramatically. “Don’t be a drama queen. Only one male gets a pass on being overly dramatic, and you, Professor McCabe, are not André D’Amore. He’s hotter, and yes, I’m aware he’s extremely gay. If Pamela’s theory of life on other planets is correct, those aliens know André D’Amore is gay.” I scoffed. “I don’t believe you for a second.” Aidan shook his head.

I was not ready to tell her that I had slept with my professor who was a married man. I swallowed and shifted my gaze to Anthony who was standing before me with hands in his pockets and face blank. I looked past him to the students, wishing they would go back inside their rooms. I hated the audience we had and lord knows what Anthony wanted to do. “I… Can I help you, Professor Marison?” I asked with a heavy tongue. Anthony nodded firmly and looked away from me. I could see the struggle on his face. It was almost as if he was fighting himself from doing something wrong and I prayed he fought against it well.

He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice. No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.