Professor Snape Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“...And that is why this school isn't like any other in the world—and consists of the ternary faunas—Werewolves, vampires and witches or wizards.” Professor Travis—a bald lecturer with an austere face and an awfully long black tie that swung left and right with every move he made said into a microphone—which hung out of a lectern and was slanted slightly upwards towards him like a snake staring at a prey up above. The lectern–or pulpit, stood in the middle of the very well established podium which had an aura that made the newly admitted students of Golden Lake University silent.

He searched for any-any single clue that can prove that Professor Sapphire (the old shit) is the real suspect. The old shelves of myth books, bocote wood's smell, it's fragrance is quite good but by the time the shelves seem too dark... These books are about the legend-the king, who conquered the world alone. The cover of these old books is still too hard, it's ragged from some sides and it's edges are faded, the title of this book is pretty interesting... "Kneel before I kill." When he was trying to look around his table, VC came in and asked, "You're not satisfied yet officer, aren't you?" 'I don't want any interruption by you old shit, don't try to mess up my investigation!' He said it ou

With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?

After no more than 30 seconds, he had the results. "Excruciating pain, and fast healing enchantment. What the bloody hell is a second year student doing with something like this?" Robards commented. Director Bones asks too. "Student name?" "On it." Auror Shacklebolt says and starts to look at the material on the desk for a name. On the front cover of the books, he found it. "Draco Malfoy." Auror Shacklebolt says. "He is too young to claim to be studying it for classes. Professor Snape?"

Mr Collins instructs after he's finished his angry typing. “Reading what?” I ask. “That,” he points to a book that's on the couch where Theo had been sitting moments before. “What the…” I start to ask, then shake my head, “Right away, Professor Dumbledor,” I snark, picking up the book as he leaves the office. The book looks like a modern school textbook, but the title, ‘The Spark’ has me turning to the first page eagerly to finally get some freaking answers!

Shadows of the Past (Professor Thorne POV) My office smelled of old parchment, iron, and something deeper, darker..something like the faint residue of a century-old spell that had never fully faded. But that was how I liked it. Candlelight flickered along the walls, revealing shelves packed with tomes that no student would dare touch and artifacts that whispered in the shadows making sure no one dared near them. I comfortably sat on my oak desk, with my hands folded over a painting.. a replica of Elara’s necklace, my eyes slowly narrowed as I traced the seal.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.

I gathered my books slowly, trying to figure out what I could have done wrong on the first day of class. Had I missed something? Was I already in trouble for being late? The questions chased each other through my head until the last student disappeared and silence settled over the room. Professor Jackson closed the register and looked up. “Come with me.” My throat tightened. I followed him toward his office. The entire walk felt longer than it should have. When we finally stepped inside, I remained standing near the door. “Professor, if this is about being late, I can explain—” He looked genuinely surprised.

The classroom is built like an amphitheater—rows of dark wooden desks descending in layers toward the center where Professor Dean stands. My eyes find Sloane gesturing for me to come over as I search for an empty seat. I slide into it, keeping my expression blank while ignoring the whispers and the stares. I realize that Professor Dean hasn’t move on with the lecture, his eyes are still on me. I almost raise a brow in question. “Where is your book?” He asks. Here we go, “I can assimilate things easily, Sir. I don’t always need one.” It’s a fact about me.