Professor Dumbledore Real Name Novels & Stories

Natalia Scholae Pythinissam "The second I get out of here, I'm going to fucking kill you, Dumbledore 2.0." I screamed, holding on to the bars of the cell the two bitches had put us into. On the orders of Dumbledore. "Headmaster Malone..." Anna was torn apart when she learned that the headmaster of Pithonissam was the one who has behind the kidnappings of his students. "How could you? You were the one who protected us!" She screamed from the cell opposite us.

Oh to be young and feel love's keen sting ~Albus Dumbledore, Half-blood prince •• Noorul-Huda Al'amir Belko Nicknames: Noor, Huda Nationality: Emirati-African, Fulani Age: 19 School: Graduated from Lead British International School. Siblings: Khaleed Al'amir Belko, elder brother. Parents: Al'amir Belko Jawahir (Deceased) Juwairiya, step-mother/aunt?

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

I wanted to be feminine tonight and Ted wasn't needed at all. "Iris," He said and took my hands, bringing it to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on all of my knuckles. I felt quite irksome but I had to endure for a reason. "My name is McMahon. I am the Alpha of Ravenclaw," I raised my brows. I had heard about McMahon of Ravenclaw and his rakish habits. Now that I was seeing him in person, I believed the rumors. He had a panty dropping smile and a pair of blue eyes that could undress you. I wasn't going to lie but his eyes were doing something to me.

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

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

The man was dressed in a hooded cape, dark-green, with long, dishevelled, slightly grey hair. “We got to the other side ... or as we call it, the Enchanted and Unusual Land of the renowned Elmbridge School of Magic, where you will learn about magical transformations, spells and special and unusual incantations. Here, I am Professor Eadan Knudlac. And, among others, the director of the Elmbridge School of Magic. Besides, I am the one who teaches the courses of ...” Anyway, the professor was interrupted by a young lady, with gracious voice like the merry song of a mermaid:

What had happened to her, and why had the Moon Goddess chosen her as his mate? Ren’s gaze shifted as a group of students passed nearby, their chatter light and oblivious to his presence. He straightened, pulling back into the shadows as one of the students stopped near the entrance to Elena’s building. “Professor Thompson?” the young man called, waving as Elena appeared in the doorway. “Yes, David?” she replied with a warm smile, her tone patient. “I just had a quick question about the assignment,” David said, holding up a notebook. Ren’s wolf growled softly, a possessive edge in its tone, but Ren silenced it. She’s a teacher. It’s her job, he reminded himself, though the casual interaction

she blurted out. The words hit me like a physical blow, and I instinctively staggered backward. My mind raced, struggling to process what I had just heard. My heart pounded in my chest. "No... that’s not true," I whispered to myself, my mind scrambling to find an alternative explanation. Penny pushed on, her voice steady. "Professor Rex's real name is Ares Luther. He’s not here by chance. He came to this university searching for his betrothed. He needs her, Noah. Elsa tried to take her place, and she failed. That means he’s going to keep searching until he finds her."