Potions Teacher Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

“The Lockhart’s are one of the wealthiest families in Britain. Are she and Jade g-” “Yumm that looks delicious!” I interrupt her just in time, as we come into view of a small wooden stand, where Miss Turner, my math teacher, is stirring a large black cauldron with a silver ladle. She’s dressed as Snow White, her black hair held back by a bright red bow which perfectly matches the frames of her round Harry Potterish glasses. Even though I hate math with the passion of a million burning suns, I can’t help but like Miss Turner and her sweet, awkward math-nerd humor.

David Poter was also stunned and stammered. "The elixir just looks a little good. In fact, it had no effect at all. The biggest function is to deceive people who know nothing about alchemy." Caspian looked at David Poter and said, "Do you want me to repeat it?" The surrounding Dark Moon Sect disciples were stunned. David Poter's face turned pale and red under Caspian's gaze. "How, how... how is this possible..." Turning around with difficulty, David Poter looked at Barry Wilson and said, "Junior Wilson, quickly refute him and say that he was wrong.

"Now, I allow Harry to interrupt me in my time off because I happen to love sucking his cock. As you don't have a cock, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." There was a pause as the teacher considered her words. "Unless, of course, you want to join me." Harry didn't dare stare at his girlfriend; more than a few times, he'd brought himself off to the image of his girlfriend and his teacher sharing his cock, but he didn't want to jinx the situation. He stared straight ahead, and thus missed the continuing bold look on his girlfriend's face. "So," she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy

Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats. “Welcome to Advanced Potions.” His voice carried easily across the room. “This course will focus on complex brews requiring precise control, patience, and an understanding of ingredient interaction.” He gestured toward the books stacked on the front table. “The advanced potions text for this year is already at your stations.” Students began flipping through the thick volumes. “For your first exercise,” he continued, “I want you to attempt the Emberleaf Restoration Draught.” A few students groaned quietly. “It is difficult,” he added calmly.

I glared at him. "You have to learn how to brew potions, medicine and poisons. Those kind of things. Merko is the best teacher for that." Did he just mentioned me doing what? I unconsciously raised my hands and stared them. How am I supposed to do that? I've seen a few boys yesterday. They were mixing things inside this small pot, middle sized pot and big pot. I had a guess they were cooking. But Merko told me they weren't.