Novel & Cerita Maestro De Harry Potter

They knew very well that Harvey was Prince York, the Chief Instructor. They also understood how powerful the Chief Instructor was. Could the Chief Instructor, who had retired for three years, oppose Third Master Yates, who had fought invincible players all throughout America?

Alchimistes the are specialist in making potions to change appearance, to make your animal/pet quick or strong, there are many utility for potions. Wizards they are specialists in magic. Dean of this academy is one of the council his name is DOCK he is a wizard. HARON asked his friend DOCK to make an exception for AHMET because he is genius, so DOCk decided to test AHMET to see if he deserve this privilege. The day of the test AHMET entre the hall, it was so big like the court hall, in front of him 3 elders, the one in the middle said come in and take a seat.

At the sight of him, the viewers kneel down and bow out of respect. The masters within the booths leer upon the old man that has entered the room and are quick to also kneel down with their arms raised as to not disrupt the rendering of the spell. Mudbrew and Scar see him as well and are quick to show their respect in the same way. The old headmaster stomps his cane down and strokes the visage of his beard. “Proceed.” He says in a faint and rustic voice. The masters stand up and continue the wavering of their spell. Mudbrew looks over at Scar and nods his head. “That is him. Master of masters.” There is some fright in the voice of the dwarf but even so he manages to stand once he is allowed

Her surprised-filled gaze turned blank once again when her grey eyes met with the shiny blue ones. “Fiore, what are you doing here?” He said placing his large palms on the edge of the counter beside her body trapping her between the slab and him. He leaned his face down to her level as he stared right in her blank ones. Rose internally gulped seeing the man in nothing but a towel around his waist. Even his hairs were wet. He looked like he just had taken a shower. “I was washing dishes, Master.” Rafael breathed out as he bit his lower lip. The word master seems so damn addicting from her lips. He wanted to hear her calling him master again and again.

, 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.

It’s the truth, not everyone can resist a hot, handsome, and strong alpha. “Alright, everyone settle down, I know you want to catch up with your friends about the amazing things that happened to you, but the stories can wait. Kingsley, sit down now before I make you.” Mrs Smith is a new teacher and she was appointed to be our home room teacher seeing that she’s the only one who can put the toughest students in their place. Mrs Smith is fond of applauding me for my hard work and good grades. Many of my classmates say she does that to be on my good side.

--- 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.

This time, it was the cat who butted into the conversation and explained to Abby how the spell would work. Knowing that Abby happened to know a thing or two with the Marcelian calligraphy, Jorah and his master, Eugene, believed that it would not post Abby any difficulty in making the spell worked.

I finished speaking and saw how the old Master Gerald's face morphed into fury. “Don't worry, I'll find justice for you. I will make sure that woman never gets close to Morgan; even if I have to make such filth disappear, I'll...” “You would do no such thing.” A voice said, oozing power and full of warning. There was only one person who could interrupt the old master's words. His image had just formed in my mind when his powerful steps announced his entry. Morgan Wright was standing in front of us, looking as formidable as ever.

Now entering the Great Hall accompanied by Severus, who just before was asking him the same things that Minerva asked and got the same answers, he approached the main table, where the rest of the staff was reunited and talking. Seeing the Headmaster's arrival, the staff waited for him and Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the castle, to sit, and started to ask questions about the unscheduled feast. Being 'bombarded' by questions from his staff, the Headmaster makes gestures so that his staff can quiet a little so he can talk.