Professor From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”

I snapped clinging onto my hairpin ready to take her out. “Calm yourself Earis,” she whispered then pointed in front of the theatre. My head moved in sync with her hand and that's when I saw him. The very hound that had marked me, dressed in a black suit leaning against the professor's table. My breath caught in my throat. “Silence…” Prof. Corner's timid voice sliced through the noise in the theatre. “I know this is your final year but we have a new professor from Cambridge, he'll be taking your drama classes from today,” he added.

“Moderation is important, you know. Tutoring clearly works, but look at how drained you are.” I wished so desperately to smash that thermos into his face right now. Just then, Sarek clapped his hands, his eyes landing on me with unmistakable amusement. “Everyone, quiet down. To clarify the rumors about me being a homewrecker, I’ve invited a special individual involved in the matter.” The class erupted. “Is the Professor’s girlfriend coming?” My heart sank. He wouldn’t publicly expose us, would he? Just then, the door opened. Instead of a beautiful woman, a bulky lop-eared rabbit beastman with a face full of muscle stomped in. It was Charlotte.

I whispered. "Indeed." Replied Saachi. This Lr was dark with few windows. Only 3 fans which threatened to fall at any moment now and benches were old. I sighed. I took a seat with trio in the middle row on second bench. First bench was empty. The bell rang and instantly professor came in. He was short and dark in his late forties. His eyes immediately met mine. He had an intense aura around him, his body language spoke AUTHORITY. "He is the last year's HOD, isn't he?" I whispered looking at Saachi. She nodded

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

HANDJOB We stare at each other for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. “I can’t take me serious too.” I say amidst the laughter. “So you have wanted your professor for while.. what's his name? I feel calling him your professor is a tad bit too formal.” “I told you earlier, Vaughn Walker.” He nods like he wasn’t going to forget it very soon. “So you have wanted him for a while?” I groan. He really wasn’t going to let it go.

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

As Zoe found a seat next to Sara, her friend leaned over, whispering, “This is one of my favorite classes. Professor Ealdwine is a bit eccentric, but he knows everything about magical history. He was supposedly even around for some of it!” Moments later, a tall, wiry man entered from a hidden side door, his cloak swirling dramatically behind him. His long silver hair was tied back in a braid, and his piercing green eyes scanned the room, sharp with an almost predatory intensity. “Welcome, students!” he announced, his voice rich and resonant. “Today, we delve into the origins of elemental magic and the history of those who wield it. The very same powers you carry within you.” His gaze swept o

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.