Professor Albus Dumbledore Albus Dumbledore Novels & Stories

The room slowly filled with students, the chatter dying down as a short, stout man with a perfectly manicured white beard walked to the center of the floor. “Good morning, students,” he boomed, his voice filling the hall. “I am Professor Albright. Welcome to Foundational Arcane Theory.” He launched into his lecture, his words weaving a complex picture of the very essence of magic. He called it the Inner Spark, the core of mana that resides within every supernatural being, connecting them to the flow of the universe.

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

She said to me, "Shut up! You know well now he's not just some random professor. He's also the Alpha leader of the North. Surely, I can't..." I started off but she cut into my sentence. "Can't what? Can't become his Luna?" Clover asked me. "That would be so much of a wishful thinking and we both know I cannot..." I started off the argument. "Oh, please." My wolf says without care. Suddenly, Professor Derrick had ceased walking but in my timing of arguing with Clover, I had not noticed as I walked right into him. Accidentally bumping my nose into his back.

Albus was always thinking about Draco and preparing well-thought-out plans for Draco. Draco touched his chest, which felt warm at the overflow of Albus's attention that he had just realized now. Ah, what a fool he was! Why did he doubt Albus's affection for him? From the very beginning, Albus tried to save his life and keep Draco alive. When Draco opened his eyes, Albus took care of him so that Draco could protect himself. Draco was not alone. From the start, Albus stepped together and protected him.

Chapter 125 Let me do the introduction first my name is Prince Douglas, The lost Prince, We have Professor Kidu the head of the Computer science department of Central University. We have Professor Bowah the head school or engineering central university. We also have Dr. Oto lecturer of Financial management central university and Dr. Hanson lecturer HRM central university, We have Dr. Bruce manager of BB bank and we have a special personality in our mist he is my old-time friend he is no other person but Mr. Wonder.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

Height-19 cm. 9. Professor Hyle- A 70 years old professor in Witchward Wizard School of Magical Arts. Strict and noble personality. 10. Headmaster Dunston- A 150 years old powerful Wizard, headmaster of WWS. Known to be the key to many secrets of the Witchland. 11. Lady Georgia- A 55 years old dead evil soul. Negative energy and powerful Witch. Secrets to be revealed later about her birth. 13. Jennifer Lenin- A 19 years old beautiful girl. Duchess of WitchWorld, Daughter of Professor Stagrid, who was one of the main authorities of WWS. Stubborn and mean personality. Long brown hair, with brunette eyes. Height- 164 cm.

He looked at her like he already owned her. “Hello, Juliet Sinclair,” he said. “Or should I call you Luna… Professor Knight’s favorite student?”

I look down at myself to see I’m still dressed in my clothing from yesterday. Where the heck am I? “Good morning,” a warm, deep voice greets me. I gasp hard. “P-Professor?” He’s seated in a chaise lounge, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other. He’s wearing only a white T-shirt that barely covers his sculpted biceps, hard rock pectoral muscles, and gray sweatpants that show off his long legs. Damn. What a sight. Even in his most casual clothes, he’s sexy. I’m curious about what it’s like to touch his chest or sit on his lap. Riding those will certainly feel —

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.