Muggle Studies Teacher Novelas e Histórias

I’d be willing to bet that they’re from the same pack. “As Eiriana said, my name is Magnus,” the male instructor says as the last of the other students clear away, “and I’m one of the other dark magic teachers here. During your time at the Academy, you’ll learn the arts of combat, espionage, strategy, and negotiation, but the foundation of your studies is dark magic.

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

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.

He said with a smile as I stretched my arms out. “I am dead unlike the only brother of mine; Micah who is exists in a dump.” I emphasized on his living condition. “The literatures couldn’t sell.” “Humans interested in the occult are full of surprises. They make the word ‘Muggle’ seem proud. Witches are by far the only kind that doesn’t have dependency or obsession.” “However you’re value is as bad as a cripple.” I said with a smirk as we stared at each other before we both laughed.

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.

--- 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.

Kyle said. “Really?" Abigail looked surprised. “Yes." “And who, if I may ask, is this guardian?" She asked, not really looking pleased. Kyle wanted to give her a reply but Nathan took the word off his mouth. “It happens to be one foolish wizard who is a teacher in our school." Nathan said, walking to meet them. “The fool keeps ordering us about as if we are his slaves. We should have killed that idiot a long time ago." “You know very well killing him won't be of much use. We still wouldn't have been able to use humans as a source of food if he was dead." Kyle said.

Brendan, the werewolf who used to taunt Kaia during gym class, narrows his eyes and nudges his friend. Something’s off. They know or they sense something deeper than recognition. Third period is magical theory. Kaia and I take our seats near the back. A tall man in a charcoal suit walks in, his stride slow but sure. His skin is a rich bronze, his eyes are glowing faintly like silver, like moonlight trapped in glass. “My name is Professor Eryk Vael,” he says, voice steady. “I’ll be instructing you in the fundamentals of magical theory this term. And yes, I’m aware this is the advanced class. So if you’re here by mistake... leave now.”

I answered. “Well, this is a tough course and though it’s clear that you will certainly be able to handle it, you’ll need to learn all the basic spellings as well. Most witches and wizards start learning this stuff at young ages and are already fluent in basic spell craft,” Professor Rosand explained, narrowing her eyes at me.

Daisy herself felt the denseness of the wood and felt her butt herself ruminating about the chair itself. Which had many other students muttering about the hard seats and the coldness of the room. “Now let’s get started, Welcome to Strange Magic." This year we are going to be learning about all potion-spells, conjuring, forbidden spells and all you need to know about the magic to do and not to.” He stood up grabbing a vial from his cabinet that had slimy black molasses, at an angel he poured the substance into the cauldron.