Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I tossed my briefcase carelessly onto the couch before leaning heavily against my desk, pressing both hands against my face in an attempt to steady myself. When I lowered them again, my attention immediately caught on something sitting at the center of the desk that definitely had not been there before I left for class. A folded piece of black parchment sealed with dark red wax. Stamped into the center of the seal was the crest of a snarling wolf wrapped in thorned briars. The mark of the Lycan Elders. The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly. My posture straightened automatically, every trace of the university professor disappearing beneath the colder instincts of the prince I h

Little did we know that the confrontation with Blake was only the beginning of a much larger battle that awaited us. Professor, visibly concerned, emphasized that Blake had indeed seen him. Derick, trying to downplay the significance, reassured Professor that even if Blake had seen him, he wouldn't recognize him. However, Professor revealed that he and Blake had a history, explaining that he had once used a chemical to attack Blake's rogues, sparking a deep-seated vendetta between them. Now that Blake had seen him, Professor believed that revenge was at the forefront of Blake's mind.

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

Though there was no response—keeping a straight face as always—the mere fact that he stood up for her was enough proof that he wasn’t heartless after all. “Students of Blaire Academy.” A hoarse bass voice like an echo in an empty house resounded in the wide-open space. A clip-clop resounded, and the man with the lower limb of an animal moved forth, giving each examinee a straight eye. “By now you must all have noticed that we’re welcoming a new staff member here with us. From now on, he will be a part of your higher learning to hone your magic-wielding ability. Professor Kendrick.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your greedy slut. Please… I need your cock.” He didn’t make me wait long. He freed his thick erection and rubbed the head slowly up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my arousal. From the other side of the curtain, Principal Hargrove’s voice droned on about academic honesty. Professor Blackwood pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust. I had to bite my arm to stifle my moan as he stretched me open. “Fuck… you’re so deep,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into the metal chair in front of me. “I love how you fill me, Professor.”

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

“The dancing… It pays the tuition. Mom left me nothing but bills when she died. Dad’s in prison for fraud. Scholarships only cover so much. I started small private parties, then Inferno. It’s just a job.” Lila’s expression softened, but only a fraction. “And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?” I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. “He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott.” Her jaw dropped. “Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Noah.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s complicated.”