Professor Snape Book Novels & Stories

Draco replied, stepping to the bookshelves and starting to pick up some books. They spent hours later reading and days later. Draco and Astrid came every day to read. Almost all of the books did not mention the First Sorcerer's name to get The Heart of Magic. This incident happened hundreds of years ago. That sorcerer was referred to as The Great Sorcerer. Astrid leaned against the bookshelf in despair. Under her feet laid the messy books she was reading. Draco sat on the floor not far from her. "It looks like our search was in vain," complained Astrid.

The blunt-nosed witch and her followers, the filth pouring out their mouths like green slime, their eyes gone, the empty sockets replaced with red flames, and it would all be directed at me. My phone just beeped, and I already know it’s the professor. I was right. It is the professor. He is inviting me to yet another therapy session since I would not talk to him. The poison will spread if you do not address it, Ms Steels. Those were his exact words. He he he. He writes so well. –--- Myra’s eyes widened as she looked up. Was there something between Valentina and Cal after all? The girl obviously had a crush on him.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

There was something dangerous about him—something in the way he held himself, the quiet, restrained power in his movements. Who the hell was this man? The answer came seconds later as he reached the desk at the front of the room. He set down a leather-bound notebook, adjusted the cuffs of his suit, and then spoke. “Good morning, class. My name is Professor Dominic Valenti. I’ll be your lecturer for Criminal Psychology this semester.” The words barely registered. Isla’s pulse pounded in her ears. Valenti. The name was familiar. Too familiar. A name whispered in fear. A name that belonged to one of her father’s most ruthless rivals.

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

If not, then let's just get straight to the test and see which one of us finishes it faster and more accurately! Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Then, the lecturer in charge of overseeing the program, Mr. William Stein, walked in. The male classmate from earlier immediately pointed his finger at me and tattled, "Mr. Stein! Shawn just openly insulted Mr. Jefferson and even threw his bottle at Ariel! People like him should be expelled!" I laughed coldly at that. "Why don't you ask Mr. Stein if he actually dares to expel me? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate? You might as well just call the police on me instead."

Changed to a black dress code and wore his head with a cap. He had a bag of safe contained potions. One blue that was in a large tube and the second green was set in a smaller test tube whereas the third one had already been deposited inside a needle shimmering in a bring purple cloth set inside a specimen bag and packed carefully in a small transparent containing case.

Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.”

“So what about magical creatures are we learning about today?” She grins at me before dropping a heavy book down in front of me, “History of magic creatures!” I put my face in my hands and groan, Drago chuckles from where he’s found a comfortable spot to watch us, a book in his hand. I raise my eyebrow at him, “Harry Potter?” He gives me a sheepish smile, “Don’t spoil it, I’m only on the Prisoner of Askaban.” I laugh and turn back to Serena. “Alright we’re here so let's begin.”

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.