Professor Snape Book Novels & Stories

Leah had a swollen face and was bleeding from her mouth but that wasn't what got me. It wasn't just what I saw. It was the smell. Gasoline and they were both drenched in it. Fuck! "I'll advise you tread carefully, Professor Deric." I hadn't even known that I'd started walking forward. "It's all right. I understand the need to protect. That's why I'm doing this." He had the audacity to look at her like he was in love with her. "I have no idea what she sees in you. The idea that you both keep it all a secret irritates me but me, I'm willing to burn the world for her." A wide smile lit up his face.

I did the same, allowing a single tear to fall from my eye. Together, we watched as our combined essence dripped onto the lock of the book, the magic swirling and shimmering with power. "You might want to step back for a moment," Professor Black warned. "I'm not sure what sort of reaction the book will have to the spell breaking." I nodded, a tinge of nervousness fluttering in my chest as I took a step back, gripping Alex's hand tightly. The air crackled with anticipation as the magic surged, enveloping the book in a radiant glow. Slowly, the lock began to click open, the sound echoing through the chamber like a triumphant melody.

The faculty corridor was nearly empty that evening. Only a flickering neon light hummed above, casting long, trembling shadows across the tiled floor. Selly stood at the top of the stairs, her fingers gripping her bag strap so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She’d had a feeling since this morning. The way Professor Alex’s lips curled into that faint, secretive smile every time Renata’s name came up. The way Professor Dominic looked at Renata—like she was the only person in the world. Two respected professors, both older, circling around one student. Selly wasn’t stupid. She knew something was off.

When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now. "I don't care what sort of blood you've got!" said Harry fiercely. "Why would I want to attack Muggle-borns?" [ Excerpt From Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling ] I was about to bring the book closer to my face when in a matter of seconds, it was suddenly disappeared, out of my grasp. I looked up and saw Ty holding the book with a playful smile on his face. "Man, give it back! I'm not finished!" I crossed my arms and looked at him, completely annoyed.

The campus bell chimed, and students began trickling into the lecture hall. Hala remained anchored in place like a pale, lifeless statue. Her friend Dima rounded the corner, grabbing her by the wrist mid-stride. "Hala! Why are you standing there like a corpse? Move it before the professor shows up and locks the doors!" Sinking into the tiered seats of the auditorium, Hala practically folded herself in half, using Dima’s back as a human shield. Two minutes later, Professor Yousef strolled in with his signature aura of quiet authority.

This time I stop to get a bouquet, his room needs a little color, and I have no idea what kinds of things he likes so I get different kinds of pastries. The nurse I meet is different, but she also has a welcoming smile on her face. “He’s a bit groggy today, and chose to stay inside.” “That’s okay.” The Prof. is reading one of his magic books, and takes his time lifting his eyes. There’s a brief moment of confusion in his eyes before recognition sparks to life. “You’ll have to forgive me, I had to read the lines a couple times before I understood what that means.” he shakes his head,

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

I feel like he was just following me, obviously just messing around with my feelings. "Oh, no! My baby has already arrived—" I'm dead! Why did Dad hold the door open for us?! And he's still recovering! Why did they discharge him already?! “D- Dad, this is Sir Mikhail. He is my professor. Is Mom here?” I let Sir in, while Dad just gaped looking at him. What's going on inside Dad's head? Hold on! Shouldn't that be the question I'm asking myself?! Why do I have my professor in our house?!

The man who held a knife to my throat and told me to run. He stood there in a black suit, calm and untouchable, as though none of it had ever happened. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and collected. “I’m Professor Zander. I’ll be taking you through this course for the semester.” The classroom buzzed with whispers. Girls giggled softly, already swooning over the new professor’s looks. The guys leaned back, unimpressed. But no one, no one saw what I saw. His hands. His eyes. That night.

"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