Novel & Cerita Professor Tom Riddle

I packed my things, shoulders aching, eyes tired, but feeling a quiet sense of accomplishment. As I walked toward the exit, I passed the faculty section a quieter wing with private carrels for professors. A single lamp was still on. I glanced inside and stopped. Professor Damien Vale sat alone at one of the desks, grading papers under the warm light. His sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly tousled, looking exhausted but still impossibly handsome. For a brief moment, we were completely alone in the quiet building. No students or Sophia, no one else. Neither of us knew what to say.

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

But if he did, he would’ve called the police by now. “Mr. Ayadi,” the professor said, opening the gate with thinly veiled reluctance. “What are you… What brings you here?” Relief washed over Gildeon. Roselia’s memory alteration spell was holding strong. “Sorry, Professor. You weren’t answering your phone, so I came straight over.” He held up Roselia’s notebook. “I need your help with your research on the island’s mystical energy.” Professor Nowak briefly stared at the notebook before lifting his gaze back to Gildeon.

By the time I reached the dais, my face had returned to its usual stoicism. “Good afternoon, students, and welcome to Nocturne Academy. My name is Professor Elias Grey, and I am pleased to welcome this year’s incoming freshmen and transfer students. I want you all to know that you didn’t choose Nocturne Academy—Nocturne Academy chose you. “For generations, Nocturne Academy has been a sanctuary for those who are extraordinary in unseen ways, and it is a privilege to guide you as your professor, mentor, and fellow seeker of knowledge.

Professor Collins said. His voice was serious. “I need to tell you something. Something I should have said earlier.” I held my breath. Something about me? What did he know? “Years ago,” the professor continued slowly, “I treated a man. He was not well. Not in his body… but in his mind. His family brought him to me because nothing else was working.” My chest tightened. My heart started beating faster. “It was Rowan’s father,” Professor Collins said. Everything inside me froze.

' 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."

Getting no response, I knocked again a few more times and the lack of sound or movement from her room confirmed what I'd suspected. Wondering where she had gone, I left the apartment and locked the door. It was sunny when I got to campus and the gentle autumn breeze did nothing to reduce the effects of the scorching sun. As I turned the corner onto the hallway leading to the auditorium, I caught a glimpse of someone going past the door. Relieved that I wasn't the only latecomer, I slowed down a little and took a moment to adjust my clothes before entering the auditorium. The first thing I noticed was Professor Matthews climbing the stage with his tablet in his hand. He was dressed in a white

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

I turned wiping my hands on a cloth before I saw who it was. Professor Gideon stood near the doorway witj the faint smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes. He was one of the senior researchers at the university, a man who had once been praised for discovering a tonic that enhanced wolf stamina. I had seen him a few times in the corridors and his presence always making people straighten a little because of the authority he carried. But now, seeing him up close there was something off about the way his gaze lingered not on my work but on me.

the professor chuckled. “Yes, all done.” “Great then. I'll see them after I finish preparing your exams.” “Be good to us, please,” Tom pouted. “No hard exams, please.” “Well,” the professor rubbed his chin. “I'll see what I can do.” He smirked. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Tom frowned. “That's why you should work your ass off Tom,” the professor chuckled. “Study well, and you'll get good grades.” “Ugh, teachers are all the same.” Tom rolled his eyes.