Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

This was the second time I was hearing of this, and when I checked – when I checked, a small chill traveled down my spine. The name whispers through the room like a cold wind. A forbidden legend. A shadow only whispered and heard of in tomes, and archives. He was a sorcerer who should not exist anymore. Vale meets my gaze, his expression grim. “Someone didn’t just attack the Professor. ” he says tightly. “They also left you a message.” I swallow hard. “They left me a message!?” I asked alarmed, my voice coming out sharper than intended. “What kind of message?”

Writing with both energy and speed on the board with his back turned to me was a guy writing just one word over and over again ‘Run. “H--hee--llo---” my voice came out croaked and with this, he stopped writing and turned to me. It was prof. Filch but half his face was covered in blood and he had three slashes across the face like something really sharp nails would do. He tilted his head as he smiled and walked towards me. “Little miss Black is scared” his voice was croaky and he had an evil grin on his face. “W---what---d--do y--ou w--wa-nt? ” I stuttered. At this, his eyes went shades darker as he said

Really stupid jerk! I took five chalks from the box and approached him. He held out his hand and I angrily laid the chalk on his palm. "Thank you Mam!" he said with a smile and left again. Why ... Why is he jolly now? How long has John been in heaven? He has been my professor for years! He never treated us like his new students. He was really laughing while we were. Pure recitation, when not answered automatically five. "Mam, you and Sir are fine" said one of my female students.

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.

His hair was jet-black, like a crow's, and his eyes were blue with a hint of silver. The women worshipped at his feet. But he’s never taken or found his second chance mate after Stephanie was killed during the end of the Great War. Ever since then, he's thrown himself into skirmishes and missions with no regard for his life. That's what made him the best Professor I could find to teach Tactics 101. Gritting my teeth, the only issue we were going to have was that he was going to teach two humans in his class this year, and knowing him, I was probably going to have to intervene to stop him from killing them. Not even bothering to greet me, he came over and plopped himself in the chair opposite

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

The way he carried himself sent a clear signal to everyone around him—he wasn’t someone to be messed with. "I heard he’s the new professor," Jericho said, stepping to Martin’s side as he arrived. Girls squealed at the sight of the professor, but none dared to approach due to his intimidating aura. "He’s temporarily lecturing Gothic Literature and History for your set." "A new professor?" Martin mumbled. This man looked familiar... He had seen him before. Right! This man was one of his tycoon father’s business partners, known as Mr. Black. He had once caught a glimpse of Lucian in his father’s office while they were discussing business.

Nobody knew and he would keep it that way as long as he could perfect his plans. So he went to the study next door and pre-recorded a class for his student as he wouldn't be going to the university the next day. He hated teaching, had no fucking idea why anyone would willingly be a teacher. Hell half the time he was tewfhig at the University, he had earpods in his ears telling him what as he tried to mimick the proficient way Liam Blackwood, retired warrior of the Black Moon Pack, Professor and Dean of the B.M university would teach and since he was a resourcefulness motherfucker he succeeded anyway. He wished he wouldn't but it was the only way.

_Aurora’s POV_ My fake boyfriend… …was my professor. There had to be some kind of mistake here. I blinked once. Then twice. Surely if I blinked enough times, Professor Nikolai Volkov would disappear from the front of the lecture theatre and be replaced by whoever was actually supposed to teach this class. Instead, he calmly set his laptop on the lectern, connected it to the projector, and adjusted the microphone clipped to the collar of his shirt. He looked as though he had done this hundreds of times before.

They all know who Ghost is. My eyes lands on the person that spoke, another Alpha, one I haven’t crossed paths with before but now he is on Ghost’s radar. Kill the fool Ghost growls I'm not killing him And I wish I could. I know I was now looking at them in Ghost’s eyes because the smell of fear increased. “Can I help you, Mr. Blackthorn?” the professor asks from the front where she is preparing her lecture, her eyes not quite meeting my gaze too. “No, ma’am. Just taking down names.”