Professor Tom Riddle Novels & Stories

The man was dressed in a hooded cape, dark-green, with long, dishevelled, slightly grey hair. “We got to the other side ... or as we call it, the Enchanted and Unusual Land of the renowned Elmbridge School of Magic, where you will learn about magical transformations, spells and special and unusual incantations. Here, I am Professor Eadan Knudlac. And, among others, the director of the Elmbridge School of Magic. Besides, I am the one who teaches the courses of ...” Anyway, the professor was interrupted by a young lady, with gracious voice like the merry song of a mermaid:

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?"

“Moderation is important, you know. Tutoring clearly works, but look at how drained you are.” I wished so desperately to smash that thermos into his face right now. Just then, Sarek clapped his hands, his eyes landing on me with unmistakable amusement. “Everyone, quiet down. To clarify the rumors about me being a homewrecker, I’ve invited a special individual involved in the matter.” The class erupted. “Is the Professor’s girlfriend coming?” My heart sank. He wouldn’t publicly expose us, would he? Just then, the door opened. Instead of a beautiful woman, a bulky lop-eared rabbit beastman with a face full of muscle stomped in. It was Charlotte.

Chloe anxiously defended herself. "Well then, he's truly a miracle worker. It seems that he can perform surgeries without anything! Is he using magic?" Nicole blinked her eyes curiously. Chloe's face turned pale. After all, nobody could turn to something as nonsensical as magic to heal anyone. "Nicole just wants to help. Moreover, Martin is already a medical professor. It's not easy for him to come over and serve as an assistant. Having him help will make the surgery more secure and more likely to succeed," Mr. Riddle Sr. agreed with Nicole.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”

Hana said as she followed Miss Rael. "There was some agreement between Tom and Mr. O.Renci. They're waiting for us in the old place; you've lost so much time here that we can't linger too long for whatever reason," Mis. Rael shook her head in reply to Hana. "Miss Rael, there's one thing I wonder about Tom." "You can ask." "Are he and Professor Norma related? Will Professor Norma react if you make Tom lose all his magic?"

"You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pushes off the desk and walks slow, deliberate until he's standing over my ruined sketch. His shadow swallows the paper. "Care to explain this, Miss Veldt?" I swallow. "It's... abstract."

I froze at the kitchen doorway. Right there, standing next to the toaster was a really tall man with an insane build. He was wearing a casual black sweater that made his shoulders look twice as wide. And he was holding a coffee mug that said; world's best mum. From his voice and his build, it finally clicked. That man right there was my Professor. Mr Chadwick. The man I kept jerking off to. My mum had mentioned to me before, that her fiance's name was Chadwick. But never in my wildest dream would I had imagined it was "the Chadwick." My biology professor.

Silence everywhere — only the candle flames trembled now and then, casting strange shadows on the walls. Then, footsteps echoed on the stage. A tall, thin man with white hair walked forward slowly — it was Professor Raghavan. His eyes were deep, as if hiding some secret within. He smiled, but the smile was neither warm nor cold — just… unsettling. “I think,” he said softly, “the darkness outside has now entered this building as well.” “So why don’t we face this darkness… with a game?” A murmur spread through the hall — someone laughed, someone asked,

The student two desks over leans across the gap between us before Professor Chen arrives, eyes wide with the particular energy of someone delivering information they find genuinely exciting. "Is it true? Are you going to compete again? Because honestly that would be incredible." I choke on my water. Professor Chen looks up from her desk. I cough it clear and shake my head. "No. Absolutely not." The student looks unconvinced in a way that makes it worse, like my denial is simply the expected first step in a narrative arc that will resolve differently. I find Riley in the upper stacks of Sterling Memorial after class, surrounded by enough philosophy notes to supply a graduate seminar.