Professor Dumbledore House Novels & Stories

’ She bit her lip and held back a sigh. She knew about the sorting system. It was all in the handbook. There were four houses students were sorted into based on, obviously, what type of supernatural they were. Lupercalia for werewolves, Nosferatu for vampires, Ignis, and Antheion for phoenixes and faes, respectively. Humans would be sorted into one of them based on which they had the most affinity to. But according to the Headmaster, it was better for Layla to stay in a rundown cabin instead of endangering the lives of other students. “I stay in a separate dorm,” Layla simply stated, hoping she doesn’t question further.

Vaerion lit the chandeliers in a soft golden hue in welcome. We snagged a table, inhaled some suspiciously tasty food, and tried not to murder anyone while the Headmaster droned through a speech that could've used... editing. Then it was time. House sorting. Each student approached the massive enchanted mirror. It didn’t just reflect you, it showed your essence. And then, glowing script would declare your house. Aster went first. She stepped up with her chin held high, shoulders straight, and eyes nervous. The mirror shimmered, burst into a swirl of pink and gold, and declared in elegant script:

They waited for almost a minute but the water didn't change colour at all, she bit her lips together. As she knows, the academy has five types of houses. It depends on what power you contain, if blue then you have water, red for fire, gold for ground, and white for air. And yellow for being normal, that you don't have any powers at all. Instead of feeling down she's happy, she's really happy! That she's normal, she heard the discrimination about between the being ordinary but she doesn't care at all.

We stopped as Ron looked back and said-" We are here. Are you ready?" I looked at Felix once before nodding my head and heading inside the chamber. Professor Dunston's chamber was full of books and papers. It was a long time since I am coming back here. There was a big seated swivel chair. The desks are full of notes and small glass bottles of magical potions. Also, the room was not much tidy giving us an absolute vibe of an old professor's den. Soon Ron exclaimed in joy-" Found it" Our attention went towards him as we saw he was holding a small key in his right hand, showing it off to us. he said-" Come, We must hurry"

When he was attending the magic academy of the Northern kingdom—before the academy closed its access to pure-blood witches and was now only intended for mixed-blood witches—he always got a D score for his potion class. This was despite taking four retests, all of which ended with the same result. His professor, who had given up on teaching him potions for the fifth time, decided to let him pass the class. So it was clear, his knowledge about the potion was nearly zero. No. It was precisely zero, Albert muttered to himself deep in his mind, as he regretted the fact that he did not take the potion class seriously. "This will help make you feel better," Daniel then put the bottle on his desk.

He paused, adjusting his glasses. “You need to go to the house you've been sorted into. Only then can you have the protection you truly deserve.” He finished. I frowned. I didn't understand one bit. My life wasn't in danger in my current house. There was anything but danger there. What was the difference anyway? All houses were set in place to hone the students' skills and to protect them, right? I wanted to ask him to explain to me more, but I resisted the urge to do so. The last thing I wanted to do was reveal my identity.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

"You like her. This Natalie. Are you a Potterhead? What's your house?" I stared at him for a moment. "You're a closet nerd, aren't you?" He shrugged. "I'm Slytherin house." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He smiled. "Your house?" "Ravenclaw." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Answered his original question. "I do like her. She reminds me of me when I was that age." I shook my head. "But no, I don't know that I can be considered a Potterhead. I've only ever watched the movies, never read the books."

I never knew this side of him, I knew that he didn’t like following rules but not to this extent. From the outer look, it looks as though one is a huge well-built brick settlement. Above the door, there is its name written by magic. THE GREAT WIZARD is quite large, fire-lit, and stylishly luxurious. The ceiling is unusually high. The dining hall has several huge long tables, fit to almost 20 people each. The table's legs are shaped in the form of flowers. Near a big chimney, there is a windowless spiral staircase, I assume that it takes to the lodgings. I bet that the fireplace costs a lot of wood in order to stay lit. You can barely hear anything in here, over the din of other people. It's