Professor Snape Page 394 Novels & Stories

he opens his arms up, “I’m all kitted and ready to help, so let's get started.” Raven looks away from him and begins to set up the apparatus, sullen and distracted, knowing she cannot turn down his offer to help and that he is right about the journal not being so important to recreate the experiment. She knows it all in her head but with Draco’s appearance and the turbulence it brings to her thoughts, the procedures are like a memory present in her mind yet vague in the details. — “Are you sure about these measurements?” Professor Mccall holds up a test tube containing a chemical, giving it a skeptical look, “it’s quite different from what I remember seeing you use the last time.”

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

, she says. He nods his head before popping out once again. I will not get used to that soon. Paying attention to the headmistress; “Starting at the right end of the table, we have Mr. Willis Samuell-Phoenix teaching grimoires. Next, we have Miss Charlie Saneye teaching history, then Mrs. Aksenchuk Anna Vladimirovna teaching dark magic. Next is Mr. Taren Samuell-Phoenix, our healer.” “Mr. Sapping, pleasure to see you.”, she says asks Mr. Sapping walks in.

I smiled blissfully at her. After some time, the bell rang and we rushed to the classroom. I found Professor Zain talking to one teacher in the corridors near our classroom. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He's so attractive and tall. The way his perfect lips are moving, I can't describe in words. My heartbeat quickened again all of sudden. What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind?

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

[Raven] “A nightmare?” A calm voice came from my right. Licking my parched lips, I looked at Professor Killburg, sitting on a chair beside my bed. He poured a glass of water, mixed a vial of potion, and then slipped a glass straw into it. Instead of handing it to me, he held the glass in front of me. I looked down at my hands. The trembling had only gotten worse. Curling my fingers into fists, I tried to control the shaking—

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

And to say I had been accusing the professor wrongly. My mind drifted to our last and only conversation. "Have we met before?" I had asked. In response, he said, and quite rudely might I add, "Bold of you to assume I'd remember." before he strode away. My blood boiled at the reminder. How could someone be so full of themselves and still get to be a professor? Teachers were supposed to be gentle sweet-talkers. Right? Except the few Severus Snape candidates. But Professor Valerious was entirely on a different level.