Novel & Cerita Professor Mcgonagall Gif

His supernatural power was palpable, crackling in the air around him. “The next time you call me ‘young man,’” Gillow growled, his voice low and guttural, sending a shiver down Arda’s spine, “I will rip your tongue out of your mouth. Do you understand me?” The professor nodded frantically, his face pale and damp with sweat, his entire body trembling. Satisfied, Gillow stepped back, his features slowly returning to their human form. He straightened his jacket with unnerving composure, his icy gray gaze flicking back to the professor.

That’s the third slap I’ve received today. “You wretched thing. I’ll watch with entire satisfaction when life slowly leaves your eyes very soon.” Professor Imogene seethes. Beside her, I hear Beta Aegon scoff. “I take it. The girl is stubborn than she looks.” I hear him, but I don’t hear Imogene’s response. My fingers curl against the ground as my brain goes into a slumber mode temporarily, the chains clinking with the movement.

“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.”

“Girl, watch out for his wife, yeah? Mrs. Montelli seems sweet, but she’s got that whole ‘I’ll destroy you if you touch my husband’ energy.” My stomach does this weird flip. “I’m not flirting with anyone.” “Your outfit says otherwise.” “My outfit says I felt cute today.” “Your outfit says you want to get bent over a desk.” “Delilah !” “I’m just saying, be careful. Teachers are off-limits for a reason.” Walking down the hallway, I catch Professor Montelli coming out of the faculty lounge. When he sees me, his eyebrows raise just slightly. Not shocked, not disapproving—just… interested.

Anceps ergo figura ranae-' Reverse the spell to defend against other by shapeshifting to a frog' Objecto tenentes in aerem-' Holding an object in the air with force' Se Invisibilia-' Become invisible for few minutes' Volat per aer-' Flying in the air' Ruit ad Muros-' Using the force to crash someone or some object will wall' Defensionem Adversus Plantae-' Defence against the planetary spell' Defensionem contra-' reverse spell to the defense any spell' Liquidum facit obiectum-' Making any object into liquid form' Ferro-' Making any object or fabric in real iron statue' Write it down everybody, and before we leave the class for the day, Let me tell, after lunch we will practice these spells wi

They drifted around her, floating up and down on the waves of electricity, sort of like the glitter that bursts out of my flowers in the forest. Ms. Grover was at the front of the classroom, sitting on the floor, her cell phone in her hand, sweat pouring off of her forehead, tears streaming down her cheeks. She is a middle-aged woman, probably in her mid-forties, with long black hair and a bit of a witch’s nose, though she clearly isn’t a mage. I don’t have her for math, so I only know her from seeing her in the hallway. She was wearing a long black dress, aiding with the witchy feel, but her knees were drawn to her chest, like she was doing her best to get in the fetal position.

"What's got you so worked up this time?" I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I just caught Professor Ronan in a very compromising position with Maya Brooks." All three girls gasped, their eyes going wide with excitement. Nothing spread faster through Blackstone University than gossip about the faculty. "No way," Tessa breathed. "Professor Ronan? The hot Scottish one?"

The boy shook his head and decided to mind his business. After another minute passed the class began to fill up one by one. The professor made it on time and began to teach the class. Azie waited and waited but there was no Jackson, which was strange to say the least. Azie checked the time on her phone, noticing that he's just three minutes late to class. "Okay class, I am Professor Magwell; when I call your name please notify me of your presence." "Tony Makentoge?" "Here." Azie glanced to the left of her to get a good look at the boy. He met her gaze before his eyes went to the stool sitting next to her.

"You can call me Monica." Anthony just nodded slowly. The woman seemed to have marked him since the first day he stepped into the hall. Monica Adler came from Ireland. She was a professor in the field of macroeconomics and was very famous for her ideas for developing the economy in Ireland. But despite her genius and beauty, Monica was an annoying woman because she was always trying to get his attention. "Tonight there will be a gala dinner and dance party." "Yeah, I heard about it," Anthony sipped his coffee slowly.

The final bell rang, releasing us from Professor Damien Vale’s class. I lingered a moment longer than necessary, hoping for even a glance from him after the charged morning, but he kept his head down, shuffling papers with rigid focus. Disappointed but still riding the high from earlier, I grabbed my bag and headed out with the crowd. The hallway was quieter than usual as I took the back route toward the exit, avoiding the main flow of students. I turned the corner near the older faculty offices and froze.