Professor Albus Dumbledore Albus Dumbledore Novels & Stories

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

--- 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.

he added, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned and walked away. Each step was an effort, his wolf howling in frustration as he distanced himself from his mate. But he knew he couldn’t stay—not yet. She was human, or at least appeared to be, and that complication alone was enough to make his head spin. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the festival entirely. Instead, he lingered in the shadows, his sharp senses trained on her as she resumed her conversation. “I’m glad you came, Elena,” the man - her professor - was saying, his tone warm and familiar. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the next set of classes. You’re making incredible progress with your research

Jared’s presentation was tomorrow and I needed sleep, for my peace of mind. *** “You know what you have to do...” Professor Alma adjusted his tie, almost acting like a mother. Even if she didn’t talk a lot, she had contributed heavily to his work, offering her expert opinion when needed and sharing her dissertations with him. Even if he was a professor, he was young enough to be her child which was why it seemed so cute when she patted his suit and wiped it down, picking up invisible lint. I had to admit, he looked absolutely dashing. His face alone could bring us home the award if they wanted but he was more than a pretty face.

*** Elsewhere, Renata stood before a massive wooden desk buried under piles of documents, while Professor Alex Harrington sat behind it, his fingers interlaced with an ease that felt far too casual for someone about to decide a student’s future. “So,” he finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “Do you want to explain why I saw you leaving Dominic Sinclair’s office looking… like that?” Renata swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry, as if the air itself refused to enter her lungs. “It was just academic matters, sir.” Her voice trembled. She tried to keep it steady, but the sharpness in his eyes made every word sound weak before it even left her mouth. “Academic matters?” Alex let out a soft chuc

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

But then she spotted Professor McClone walking down the corridor, and her plans swiftly changed. "Professor McClone!" Adeline called out, her voice filled with a mix of determination and desperation. Professor McClone turned, a hint of curiosity on his face. "Adeline! What brings you here? Were you looking for something... or someone?" he asked, his tone laced with subtle amusement. "I was looking for Professor Wellesley," Adeline replied, her voice firm and resolute. Professor McClone's expression turned knowing, his eyes sparkling with understanding. "Ah, Sebastian's tied up in a meeting with the other professors, discussing the upcoming event," he explained.