Professor From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

After a few seconds I heard the Professor's voice booming in class as he resumed his boring talks about the boring lecture in such a boring tone. I hate him. Professor Martin is not like other staffs. he's strict and not so friendly with students who always keep his face up and talk in the air. can't blame him, he must be at least fifty and the age itself allows him to be grumpy and ill-tempered. his thick and square glass will be on his nose all the time. It's been a month of me being in this college and not even for once I saw him smiling. He's hard to impress and to deal with. no one, i repeat no one would dare to stand against him because he exactly feels like some evil character of a mo

Becky: Don't kid yourself, I think he is blind! June: lol :') "Ms.Paxton and Ms.Gomez if you don't quit using your mobile Phones we may have to send you two out! " We heard a voice from one of the Professors. We gave an apologetic look a turned off our mobiles. I was kinda embarrassed. I glanced at Harry but he still did not even notice me. I didn't know his name, I thought he looked like Harry Styles from One Direction with the Longhair and all. So for me, he was Harry.

Doris thought for a moment before she said, “To be honest, I do have a very ideal candidate in mind. However, I am not sure whether he would be interested or not.” Charlie hurriedly replied, “Who is it? If he is indeed suitable for the role, I would be willing to talk to him to discuss this matter.” Doris replied earnestly, “It is the professor who taught me when I was studying in the United States. He resigned from his position some time ago and recently returned to Aurous Hill. He is currently teaching at the Aurous University of Finance and Economics.” Charlie was startled, and he blurted out, “Is the person that you are talking about named Yolden Hart?”

I muttered and his brows creased for a second as he looked like he was fighting with himself. “You can't back out once I lose myself.” He said, and I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I forced that haziness out of my head and nodded. Then he descended the stairs slowly until he was right in front of him. Kent, the golden professor of the campus. Everyone wanted him. The most renowned professor even though I've been hearing rumors about him getting terrifying these days. I didn't understand what was going on even as he approached me but I felt my knees weaken as he stared at me.

“Then I can go to sleep and hide the light.” "You are pushing your physical limits too far, Miss Cross." A soft, calm voice spoke from the shadows ahead. I stopped walking and lifted my head. Professor Pendelton stepped out from the dark doorway of the advanced magic history classroom. He was an old man with long grey hair and kind, wise eyes behind small round glasses. He wore his formal professor robes, but he was not holding any books. He was looking at me with a very serious and heavy expression. "Good evening, Professor Pendelton," I said softly. My simple English was flat and steady, hiding my pain. "The classrooms are already clean for tomorrow."

The air hummed with energy, the scent of ozone and dried herbs thick in my nose. Three instructors stood at the front of the room… Professor Veyra, a sharp-eyed woman with silver-streaked hair and a no-nonsense demeanor; Professor Dain, a broad-shouldered man with a voice like thunder and a knack for breaking down spells into their most basic components; and Professor Liora, a lithe elf with fingers that moved like she was weaving the very air around her. Their presence alone commanded respect, but it was the way they moved… precise, fluid, controlled, that made it clear this wasn’t just another class.

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

In a hurry, I pulled away and got up from his lap. “I can’t!” Kylan furrowed his brows, confused. “Rumor is we have a hot visiting professor tomorrow,” I said quickly. “And if that’s true, I need to find something nice to wear!” He rolled his eyes, exhausted, as he got up from the chair. “Don’t tell me you’re also obsessing over that mystery professor,” he muttered. So the rumor had reached him too. “They say he’s a sorcerer, so who knows?” I shrugged playfully. “Maybe he will take interest in me.” I tilted my head, pretending to think. “One who doesn’t have the devil inside of him.”

Because I was struggling to find it hard to believe that he just appeared here. “Oh my gosh it’s professor Grey, but what’s he even doing here doesn’t he teach philosophy? Why is he now interested in dance?” The nearby chattering and whispering voice of some girls managed to reach my hearing that it didn’t occur to me when my foot dragged to their presence. “He teaches philosophy? That means he’s one of our professor in this department? Is that right?” My tone reduced, probably from anxiety. One of the girls shook her head, “He’s actually one of our professor, but he isn’t grounded in the art of dance, it’s normally professor Harry.”