Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

Professor Themis adjusted his wire rimmed spectacles, his fingers hovering just a millimeter above the cracked leather of a tome that had not been requested from the vaults in over three hundred years. Outside, the rain was a relentless percussion against the high, arched windows of the spire. The academy was still screaming. Even through four feet of reinforced granite, Themis could feel the jagged, discordant vibrations of the student body. The lockdown had turned Blackthorn into a pressure cooker. Everyone was curious about what would happen next and they were scared who I would attack next as if I was some beast who had lost its mind and was out for vengeance. I stood at the corner looki

Lucifer was getting very angry at the constant questions challenging his orders. 'Enough.' He roared, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the Professor collapse to the floor, quivering in fear and begging not to be hurt. 'It is a good job I need you to prepare the female, you pathetic piece of garbage. Now do your fucking job, you have half an hour.' The professor whimpered back at him, 'But, but, Sir, you s, said, an hour?' He stammered only to be grabbed by the neck,

I stopped breathing. My wolf growled again. But not in warning. In recognition. Like she knew him. Like she already wanted to submit. Professor Blackthorne stepped around his desk. His hands clasped behind his back. “Blood is not just a legacy. It’s a weapon. It carries memory. And when the blood inside you reacts to someone else’s—” he paused, his eyes dragging over me again, slower this time “—you will not always be able to control it.” I almost choked.

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

At ten thirty at night, the tiered lecture hall at Saint Chimera University was still brightly lit. The students were starving and furious, yet not a single one dared to complain. The source of their fear, Professor Sarek, the man destined to become the future king of the werewolves, stood at the front of the room. At that moment, his red eyes were locked onto his phone screen, his expression dark. On the screen was the last message he had received: [I’m sorry. You’re far too aggressive. I’m afraid of you. Please don’t look for me anymore.]

“I’m guessing she doesn’t know who she is,” “She doesn’t, and she cannot know until it is time. The board of directors is evil, they plan on using her to gain control,” I leaned forward, my eyes peaking with interest. “I heard rumors about this school that it was built with dark magic,” “It’s worse than that,” Professor Raven clicked her tongue, her eyes darted around. “I have something to tell you, but you must never tell a single soul. Swear it to me!” “I swear!” My ears twitched in anticipation.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

The cold icy voice of her father snatched her back to reality "Meet Mr. Carl Black and his mother Mrs. Helen Black. Mr. Carl Black is a professor of Physics at our college." Lisa's father, Marke Holmes was a librarian of a renowned college in their city. So there was no doubt that he was familiar with a professor. She thought they might have come here to meet her father. Lisa greeted them politely with a smile on her face, "Hello Mr. Black, hello Mrs. Black." Carl Black also responded politely with his cold deep sexy voice, "Hello Miss Holmes" and Helen Black only nodded with a grin in response. "We have fixed your marriage next month with Mr. Black."