Professor Albus Dumbledore Albus Dumbledore 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

It was when she excused herself to go to the bathroom that a pretty girl who was about his age had walked up to their booth. "Excuse me," she had said, waving her hand in front of him to get his attention. Adnan placed a finger between the pages he was reading before he looked up at her. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I would just like to know whether you think Professor Dumbledore was right in always showing preferential treatment towards Gryffindor house while he virtually ignored the other houses," she said, pointing towards the book in his hands. Adnan blinked at her, not really sure what to make of this strange girl.

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

' "Indeed they are but you. You are not good at this Professor?" 'Professor? I…' He smiled and said, 'I am glad that you can still recognize me, Mobius…?' Professor is a type of person who accepts reality and truth when it comes and if he doesn't know how to escape from it. Mr. President has already met him many years ago and he knows that Professor is a magician who can trick people with the face of his choice. Mobius Raven Rinber is the real name of the president of the Ard. This environment is intriguing because of how the air is not flowing in one direction. It seems like the flow has stopped and a question must be asked about how these two people know each other and why they are relaxed

HANDJOB We stare at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. “I can’t take me serious too.” I say amidst the laughter. “So you have wanted your professor for while.. what's his name? I feel calling him your professor is a tad bit too formal.” “I told you earlier, Vaughn Walker.” He nods like he wasn’t going to forget it very soon. “So you have wanted him for a while?” I groan. He really wasn’t going to let it go.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

"I'm actually looking forward to that day. I've prepared enough weapons to make this house a tomb for them. Besides, Albus is a former soldier. He's an expert in tactics and weapons." I let out a long gasp. "Albus? That old man?" "Don't let the gray hair fool you." "No wonder," I muttered honestly. "For an old man, his body is still very athletic. The muscles in his arms and thighs still look very solid. Whoa." Ronan suddenly stopped in his tracks. I stopped, too, confused. "Why?" He tilted his head, staring straight at me with a piercing gaze that made my breath catch in my throat. "You... do you like muscular men? You even paid such attention to Albus's thighs? If he heard this, he'd defin

He sets his notes on the lectern. My blood turns to ice. Then fire. He looks across the room. Calm. Professional. Utterly composed. Then his gaze finds me. And everything stops. For one suspended heartbeat, something flickers in those grey eyes. Recognition. Shock. Something darker that makes my stomach tighten. Then he looks away. Turns to the board. Writes in clean, decisive strokes. Professor Alistair Reid. Materials Engineering. The blood drains from my face. Someone behind me whispers. "Bloody hell, he's fit."

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-