Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

She was treating me like I was just another task to complete. And for the first time in my life, being ignored by a girl actually hurt. The door creaked open, and in walked Professor Garrick—our “distinguished educator of werewolf diplomacy”, which really meant: expert in being long-winded and allergic to humor. “Good morning, Young Master Marcus,” he said, already pulling out a thick stack of parchment like he was about to cast a spell with it. “Today, we begin with Pack Legacy Charters, and the lineage of—”

Normally, rogues would appear infrequently, but if they were appearing in this manner, it meant there was a chance a mastermind involved in black magic was involved. "How do we deal with this?" Chris demanded, slamming his sheet down on the table. "It is one thing to deal with rogues, another to deal with wendigos, but now you're trying to show us that a dark mage is involved?" "That's right." Travis responded calmly. "If we want to eliminate the rogue issue, then we need to deal with the dark mage." "How do we even go about finding him?" Chris continued, not seeming to be willing to back down. "They're just like fucking humans! How do we find them? "

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

“Are they actually red? Is she still—” “Show us the fangs, Hale!” I kept my mouth shut. At this point, it seemed like the only thing I had any control over. Nobody was looking at me like I’d won first place. They were looking at me like a specimen. Over the tops of their heads, I found Professor Blackwood again. His lips were still moving with no sound coming out. He fished a small leather notebook from the inside of his coat, flipped it open against his palm, and began to write. Fast. Barely glancing down at the page, only looking at me, his gaze sweeping over me like some kind of fascination to be studied.

[Even your aunt would have difficulty doing that. “You ask me, they were more interested in, Johan.” Dorin replied. “What room was it again?” he asked Seb. [Just straight ahead.] The three late students finally reached their destination. They pushed the door back and braced themselves for what they might find inside the spacey auditorium. It was a large hall converted into a room with rows of seats and a raised dais in front. On the stage was a table and on the table were several professors, including Professor Althea, Professor Dupont, Professor Raevers, Professor Dimitrio and another professor with black skin, not unlike the Morells. The black skinned professor stood in front of the table

“Good morning, class. I’m Sebastian Wolfe, your new history professor.” My head snapped up, my heart stopping. There, at the podium, stood Sebastian—my Sebastian. His dark brown hair was neat, his green eyes piercing, his black blazer hugging his broad shoulders. He was impossibly handsome, his presence commanding, but his gaze found mine, and shock flashed across his face, mirroring my own. My mouth went dry, my notebook slipping from my hands. The man I’d fucked last night, the stranger who’d claimed my virginity, was my professor. And I was his student.

I cackle at that one. “I’m not sure I don’t go around measuring dick sizes.” “I was talking about my biceps but I’m certain there’s no one, thick like Leo, no one’s long as Leo!” He sings the Gaston from Beauty and the beast but changes the lyrics. I laugh and grip my sides. “Alright Leo. There's no one thick..” my professor side steps him, carefully keeping Leo's body concealed from my view with his body and grabs my arm. “Just put some pants on and then you can come downstairs.” He tells Leo and turns me around with his palm over my eyes and leads me downstairs.

Leah had a swollen face and was bleeding from her mouth but that wasn't what got me. It wasn't just what I saw. It was the smell. Gasoline and they were both drenched in it. Fuck! "I'll advise you tread carefully, Professor Deric." I hadn't even known that I'd started walking forward. "It's all right. I understand the need to protect. That's why I'm doing this." He had the audacity to look at her like he was in love with her. "I have no idea what she sees in you. The idea that you both keep it all a secret irritates me but me, I'm willing to burn the world for her." A wide smile lit up his face.

At last, she nodded weakly. “Okay,” she whispered hoarsely. She turned slowly, her hands still shaking as she picked up the small box from the table. Dominic stood behind her, his large hand resting on her back, silently offering strength. Renata stared at the test pack for a moment, then glanced at Dominic one last time before walking toward the bathroom with heavy, reluctant steps. Dominic followed close behind, his eyes never leaving her. *** In his luxurious office on campus, Professor Alex Harrington sat in his oversized chair, slowly swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. The room was dimly lit, with only the desk lamp casting a soft glow.

As I sat down, I felt calmer than I had ever since I’d come here. The professor walked in moments later. He was tall and thin. He had silver hair that was pulled back neatly. His eyes looked observant. He started the lecture without wasting time. “Today,” he said, “we will discuss advanced magical theory and creature lore. Specifically, the balance between magic, instinct, and survival.” I leaned forward then opened my notebook.