Professor From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

Still didn't get how Oliver guessed the old man's favourite hero just by his mere look. "Come on. It's obvious. They are both bald and wearing some fancy—antique—fashion. Right? That's what a Science Teacher looks like." Zeke shrugged at him. Totally not buying his theory. "No way. He's more like a living Einstein than the mutant guy. He's clearly a Math Professor." He reasoned out. "Yes, VIPs students?" Both of their eyes widened when Prof. Doyle called out their attention. He just noticed the two heads popping out at the threshold of the door that he didn't bother to close earlier. He had known them by their faces—every teacher does.

“By now you must all have noticed that we’re welcoming a new staff member here with us. From now on, he will be a part of your higher learning to hone your magic-wielding ability. Professor Kendrick.” He motioned his hand to point at the salt-and-pepper-haired man with rectangular-rimmed glasses, the one whom the girls from earlier were squealing at. Professor Kendrick smiled, showing a flash of brilliant white teeth. “He’ll be your Charms and Relics teacher. And all of you will be meeting him no matter which class you will belong to.”

Daffodil felt a warmth enter her body at the friendly expression of the man. She waited for him to walk over. “Hello. Would you like some help? We’re yet to get someone to take over responsibility of the library. I’m Professor Theodore.” Daffodil blinked and fumbled with the sleeve of her shirt, hoping her Dream Acorn stayed hidden. He didn’t show any traces of Half-Myth up close except his scent and Daffodil wondered if she was confusing herself. The professor’s gaze shifted down to her fumbling hands and then back to her face.

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:

That is nothing but a piece of fake news. "When you concoct a brew for healing, you have to know at what level it becomes toxic. Any warlock or sorceress has to have the same knowledge as to know how the potions that they concocted have to be effective enough to heal but not potent enough to harm." Professor Huges explained to her class using a flat tone, all the while adjusting the frame of her inch-thick reading glasses so that they would snug perfectly on the fridge of her nose. At the same time, she also makes good use of this time to roam inside the classroom.

Author Pov "You can't do this to me, professor." The young man cried out slamming the papers on the table as he looked at the principal with a blazing gaze. The principal looked up and sighed heavily shaking his head. He leaned on the chair before once again throwing a venomous comment at the young man. "You should have thought about it before doing such a grave sin, Mr. Kale. You are such a genius boy then how? What you did Mr. Kale will never leave you to have one breath of peace." Harry threw the papers on the floor in anger.

By the time class was over, I had already filled out a couple of pages of notes and I was ready to tackle the next class. Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy. This was an interesting class, and I came to find that it was mostly a class of witches and wizards with only a few shifters. Professor Ivy was a beautiful and vibrant professor with a smile that practically lit up the room. Like Professor Santina, she wrote her name, class, and textbooks on the whiteboard and I wrote them down, making a note to go to the school store to get these books.

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."