Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

“You’re standing in front of my classroom.” My stomach dropped. Room 204. English Literature. I looked past him at the door. And the plaque next to it. Professor Chance Black. I turned back to him, mouth dry. No fucking way. He was my fucking English professor.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

I said firmly, snatching my passport back from her hand. “I’m sorry, Cassie. Please, forgive me,” she pleaded, her hands clasped tightly together. My attention was suddenly drawn to the stage as Professor Marcus began his speech. It was clear he was no longer hiding who he was. I overheard whispers around me; some referred to him as an angel, while others claimed he was a demigod thanks to his charming looks. I couldn’t help but scoff. If only they knew that beneath that calm facade lay a monster; they wouldn’t be singing his praises.

Me: Now I'll punish you. I smirked and sent him the message. My Professor: I'm ready for the punishment because I deserve it. I hurt you a lot by hiding about Saira from you. I'm glad you forgive me. Me: So it's done, today Princess will punish her master. My Professor: Yes, I'm excited. Me: Tonight you have to follow my orders. My Professor: I'm ready to follow every order of my Princess. My lips drew up to a smile after reading his message.

“Don’t.” I wish she could talk to me about it, but we’re in the classroom, and the professor might arrive at any time. But, just as I anticipated, a loud, clearing throat resounds across the classroom. Everyone shuts their mouths, followed by a deadly silence. Our attention gets drawn to the front, where a sophisticated, sexy, and attractive young professor in a black shirt and pants stands by the grand piano. He now has a pair of black-framed glasses on. The most awaited man has finally arrived. “Good morning. I’m Professor Julian Sebastian...”

Cressida's pov Professor Eliana was out sick and the substitute was old and tired and clearly counting the minutes until retirement. His name was Master Holden and he had been teaching at Blackfrost for forty years and he did not care about drama or plays or the Salem project. He sat at the desk and opened a book and told us to read silently for the rest of the period. The class groaned. Master Holden did not look up.

I ignored it, setting my jaw and trying to focus on the task at hand. Professor Hawksley entered, her frail frame surprisingly commanding as she tapped her staff against the stone floor. “Good morning, class,” she squeaked, her voice carrying an edge of authority beneath the timid cadence. “Today, we will explore the intersection of magical theory and ancient leyline manipulation. Pay close attention—these concepts will form the foundation for your advanced studies.”

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.

"I think you terrify them in ways you don't even understand yet." The vial feels warm in my hands. Heavy with possibility. "Why are you helping me?" "Because I've watched that family destroy too many young wolves. And because..." She pauses, something flickering across her face. "Because your mother was my student once." My mother. My heart clenches with old pain and new hope. "She was?" "A brilliant witch. A powerful wolf. And a woman who died protecting secrets that could shake the foundations of our world." Professor Blackwood's voice softens. "Secrets that live in your blood, Evangeline."

The scent of pine and old magic hung in the air, thick and intoxicating, and the hum of excited chatter filled the space as we stepped inside. The male teachers... Professor Veyra among them, stood at the front of the room, their expressions serious but their eyes shining with anticipation. The hall fell silent as they began to speak, their voices commanding, their presence imposing. "Welcome, students," Professor Veyra said, her voice carrying over the crowd. "To the Blackthorn Forest—a place of wild magic, of untamed power, and of lessons that cannot be learned within the walls of the Academy." A murmur rippled through the crowd, the energy in the room shifting, becoming electric.