Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

I raised my head to look at what happened. And as my eyes fell on the tall, well dressed up, an attractive man standing in the centre of the room, I felt like my heart stopped beating for a moment. He's a damn hot and very very attractive man. Is he our new English professor? I doubt it because he is so young and charming. He's very tall, dressed in a black blazer, white t-shirt and black jeans. The sleeves of his blazer are rolled up to his elbow. He has dark black eyes and a powerful, muscular physique.

“...And that is why this school isn't like any other in the world—and consists of the ternary faunas—Werewolves, vampires and witches or wizards.” Professor Travis—a bald lecturer with an austere face and an awfully long black tie that swung left and right with every move he made said into a microphone—which hung out of a lectern and was slanted slightly upwards towards him like a snake staring at a prey up above. The lectern–or pulpit, stood in the middle of the very well established podium which had an aura that made the newly admitted students of Golden Lake University silent.

I tightly clenched my teeth, forcefully swallowing the blood down, refusing to let Marcus see me show any pain or weakness. “I don't need that book,” I thought coldly, forcing the golden light in my veins to stay hidden. “I already lived this year. I remember every single word of this l Just then, the heavy wooden door opened, and Professor Pendelton walked into the room. He was an older, distinguished beta man with sharp eyes. He stopped, looking at the pile of black ash on the floor, and then looked at Marcus and me. "What happened here?" the professor asked, his voice strict.

"What do you mean?" "I don't know exactly," Leyla shrugged, looking toward the street. "But at the university they say Professor Blackwood is just the mask. That the man who lives in that mansion is someone no one would want to truly know. They say he’s a predator who doesn't just hunt in business, but has a debt pending with blood." I remained in silence, remembering Killian's bloody knuckles and the golden weapon at his waist. "He's into something dark, Ivy," Leyla insisted. "Be careful. A man like that doesn't keep assistants out of charity."

I finally reached the pedestal and stopped a few feet away, and I stared up at the tall professor who was waiting for me with a deep, permanent scowl carved into his aged face. The professor wore long black robes that dragged across the polished stone, and he held a digital scroll that projected a glowing blue list of names into the air between us. He looked me up and down with open disgust, and he pinched the bridge of his nose because my muddy boots were leaving filthy footprints across his pristine classroom floor. "I was informed that the Varric pack was sending a human charity case today, but I expected them to at least wash you before dumping you on my campus," the professor sighed, an

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

Freya The memory of our professor brought a bittersweet smile to my face. "I saw in the news that Professor Blackwood came back for the celebration. How is the old wolf doing these days?" Johnny's eyes lit up with amusement. "He's well,just extremely annoyed by what he calls 'disgraceful former students' like us showing up in his territory now and then. Still has that same growl when someone challenges his theories." I laughed,feeling my wolf stir with nostalgia for those days when our mentor would prowl around the lab,demanding excellence from every line of code we wrote. Those late nights had forged something special in me—a strength I'd almost forgotten I possessed.

So that interview was an absolute train wreck. I was practically melting into Mr Black's embrace. I'm so pathetic. I groaned having flashbacks of the interview, most of my reactions making me cringe. Was I really that desperate for a job? Is that seriously the reason why I was practically drooling over the Damon Black? I didn't know how I particularly felt about getting cozy with my boss, something about him just threw me off balance. Ignoring how horribly the interview went, I was actually looking forward to our dinner. I didn't know why but I felt like I needed to see him again, I must be running crazy or something.

I had gotten some information he will be heading to the council meeting, tonight, and by exactly 9:30 he'll leave his mansion, and his men will be the one to be at watch. And I had to get in, plant the bug, at the important areas and get out clean. No mistakes! That’s who I was—Professor Kai in the lecture hall, but a shadow in the dark, I was an assassin. And no one could know. I grabbed my bag, packed with the bug, tools, and gloves, and left my, down to the parking lot, I slipped into my second car, a black sedan, untraceable, nothing like the one tied to the professor’s name.