Novel & Cerita Professor Black Hogwarts Legacy

I didn’t need her in here making her snide comments. Professor Luca looked the polar opposite of what I expected him to look like; when Miles mentioned him, I had pictured an older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline who dressed in a semi-formal dress attire; a version of how young Dumbledore was portrayed in The Fantastic Beasts moving.

Professor Hyle said-" Now you must return to your class, and shall not discuss these things with anyone else." I nodded and left. When I reached my class I saw the class had already been started by Professor Mecoy I asked-" May I come in professor?" She looked at me and nodded-" Yes, Yes come in Miss. Macduff. Please find yourself a seat as we have already started the class. I found Jenny and Junnie had saved me a seat. I went to them and sat beside them. Jenny asked in a low whisper-" What happened?" I replied with a low tone-" Grandma came, principal Dunston and professor Hyle were also there, they said I should not use the Golden wand instead I should use a normal wand. They have hidden i

YOU SAY WE ARE SAFE HERE AT THE ACADEMY…’ ‘Yes, the Academy is the safest place for everyone…’ he calmly replied. ‘AND YET YOU LET ONE OF YOUR PROFESSORS TREAT A STUDENT LIKE THIS!…’ Gwen stops in front of Dean Blackmoor’s desk and slightly throws the folder so that it lands on his desk right in front of him, and as it lands, some of the photo evidence of what Professor Miles was doing to Isadora slips from inside. Gwen hadn’t noticed that Dean Blackmoor wasn’t alone in his office. Professor Rhett was standing over by the window, listening to his father's report on the Rogues he had interrogated while away.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

The next 48 hours were a delicious kind of hell. Every lecture with Professor Black felt electric. He would pace the front of the room, lecturing with that deep, authoritative voice, and I would sit in the third row, thighs pressed together, remembering the weight of his cock on my tongue and the dark promise in his eyes. I kept replaying how he had groaned while I sucked him under his desk, and how he had warned me that next time he wouldn’t stop at my mouth.

I started the lecture, focusing on the whiteboard, on my notes, on anything but her. It worked for the first ten minutes. Then we started reviewing the last exam. “So, Professor,” she said, voice light, almost teasing, “would you say this exam question is meant to… test how well we follow directions? Or how well we handle pressure?” A few students chuckled. I didn’t. I met her gaze briefly. She was smirking, not cruelly, but knowingly. Like she remembered every second of the blackmail exchange and was savoring the memory. “Both,” I said shortly. “You should be familiar with that concept by now.”

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

“Our first lecture will be in the next ten minutes, you should revise princess in case of questions.” I turned to him, then nodded. Julian flashed in my mind, when he used to be my professor at Clarefield. Now he left his field for his girlfriend’s department. Sirena seems to have won now. I took a heavy breath. Raising my head up from my thoughts, I watched the professor walk with. My eyes lingered nowhere above his legs then returned to my book. We were having philosophy. “Settle down everyone—“

My lungs burned, my legs shook but fear kept me moving. "Ethan," I gasped as we reached a heavy metal door. "What did she mean about power? About the Moon Goddess? Do they really exist?" He paused with his hand on the door knob, his hazel eyes serious in the red emergency lightning. "You'll find out soon enough." The door burst open revealing Professor Ravencrest and Professor Cross. Their eyes were wild with panic and I could still hear the sound of the car left running behind them. It was as if they came looking for us.

She was the embodiment of everything Marcella hated, and also hoped to be. The class doors fell open and she was snapped out of her thoughts when the new Professor stepped in and walked to the front of the class in a grey suit. There was something familiar about him, she thought as she stared at his back while he went up to the whiteboard to write out his name. Professor Lucas Blackwood. He turned around to face the class and Marcella stopped breathing. It was him. Her new History Professor was the hot stranger who saved her in the bar.