Professor From Harry Potter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Professor Nathaniel Cross was a middle-aged man with slightly frizzy brown hair streaked with gray, sweater vests, and fancy little leather-bound books he said he used for ‘notes’ as he gave a presentation from them while our professor for the course manned a slide show. He was quirky, he was strange, he was absolutely fantastic, and knew what he was talking about. Was he in the know or was he just an enthusiast though? That was much harder to tell than you'd think when some people were obsessed with the idea of the supernatural. Halloween was more than enough to show that, but still. The professor spoke about things he’d have to have done his research on to get such an accurate conclusion,

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

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.

[Who is he] Then the four girls followed inside. They walked to their seats and looked at the girl who made them cried, Leah. She, the girl who changed her life upon her wish. And is now the player who will change her life. [Her romance starts now? Or not] At the same time, a loud bang sounded. "Prof—" Their professor came in. Professor Jonathan Gutierrez. Their Professional Education subject teacher and their adviser. He, however, smiled. "Hello. Can I have your Good morning?" He asked upon their eyes. Scary as he was. Then students looked at him [In fear]

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 will let you know what he says. I typed back quickly. Kael: If he makes you uncomfortable, you leave immediately. Understand? Harlow: Yes, Sir. The Sir sent a jolt through me. She was learning. Julian was still talking about profit margins. I pretended to listen. When he finally left, I pulled up the university website and searched for Professor Drake. Mid thirties. PhD from a mediocre school. No published research to speak of. He was nothing. And he was making Harlow’s life hell.

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."