Professor Albus Dumbledore Albus Dumbledore Novels & Stories

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.

I finished the notes with my own knowledge, and Louisa was surprised at how quickly I had worked. “Wow, you're good at this,” she said as a compliment. The evil entourage burst out laughing, but we didn't think anything of them, so I helped Louisa and explained some basics. When the hour was up, everyone left in a hurry, and I bumped into Professor Albert. He, upon seeing me, raised his eyebrows and then frowned. “You should be more careful, miss,” the professor said before walking away in a hurry. “He's a good teacher, but sometimes he's very strange,” Louisa said.

At age forty-five, Professor Cal stood at over six feet, and was more handsome than eighty percent of the male population. The sprinkle of silver hair on his beard only seemed to add to the man’s erotic appeal and mysteriousness. But he was an a*shole. The man she must take down in the next twelve weeks. She heard a boy whistle, and some girls whisper among themselves as they watched her with awe, envy, or disgust. But she only had eyes for the Professor, who was now squinting at her with interest. “You’re the transfer student?” He spoke up in a gentle, deep voice.

He cursed again. “Okay, don’t tell me you still have a loud voice?? Darn it!!” Dumbledore scoffed as he continued with his breakfast. “So, I told my guy to get me some cool photographs and I will show you the samples once they come in. I would be giving it to you because you worth it.” He sighed as he focused on his food again and this time around, he was more interested in talking about his taste of food. It was boring but there was no other option than to seat down there, next to me and watch him eat and listen to his dry talks and jokes.