Professor From Harry Potter Romane & Geschichten

NOAH’S POV I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, as I always do, with my hoodie pulled low and my glasses slipping down my nose as I pretended to take notes. The room smelled like old books and coffee, but all I could think about was Dr. Alexander Elliott, who was pacing the front like he owned the whole place. And he might have. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that caught the light above him and grey eyes that were sharp enough to cut glass. His voice was low and slow,

“Anyway..” The professor tapped the brim of his violet hat with a theatrical bow. “Professor Viorell, at your wide-eyed service~” he chimed, spinning on his heel. “I teach Magic Theory and—oh!—a dash of Ethics.” He wagged a finger. “Which you clearly skipped, fire boy.”. “See you in class, you two.” The professor winked. He clapped once. Puff! A swirl of violet smoke spiraled outward like confetti—and he was gone.

What I saw made my whole body freeze. It wasn’t a woman. Professor Kai was with another man, a tall, lean figure with dark hair—pinned against the desk. Professor Kai’s hands gripped the man’s hips, pulling him closer with each thrust. The other man’s face was turned away, but his gasps were unmistakable, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. My breath hitched. Professor Kai is Gay!?

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

I could tell she wasn't done with the propaganda, but I didn't expect her to go extreme like she did in the next few minutes. Like an antelope on its heels, the professor skidded to a halt in front of the class, with a sweat covered forehead. His regulated breathing helped him to calm down faster. “ Hello, everyone, how many of you have seen the photos of two of our professors at the gala?” he finished in a breath. Everyone's hands raised in response. “ Great! So, what is the first thought that came to your heads when you saw it?” The girl from earlier pointed at Lisa, who frowned in response. “ She spoke of divorce, but I thought they were just so cute to see.”

“Nope.” Jake’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the gears turning in his dumbass head. He leaned closer, voice dropping low. “Wait. Don’t tell me… you fucked your specialist. The professor.” I froze for half a second, then glared at him. “She’s not our professor. We graduated. She wasn’t even at the school when we were there.” “Doesn’t matter, man.” Jake laughed, stretching back. “She’s got that look, strict, smart, way too hot for her own good. If she was around back then? Every guy on the team would’ve lined up for a shot.”

“I already told you.” “Fuck, man! I wish I had it, too,” Ben says. “Who else has it? Mariah Carey? Mozart?” Lora’s chin rests on her palm. “But isn’t the professor amazing? He figured it out after only listening to you once. How does he do it?” “Because he has it too,” Kristoff says proudly. A gleam in his eyes expresses his admiration for the professor. “Really?” I say breathlessly. He nods. “You can ask him about it later.”

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.