Professor Umbridge's Wand Novels & Stories

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

Then Liam heard the doctor, chuckle and he opened his eyes to know what caused the doctor to chuckle. “Is there anything wrong?” Liam asked, looking lost. “Nothing. Just that you do not need to close your eyes.” He said, with a smile. Then a wand appeared in his hand, it shone brightly as it appeared, and the light went out. “You…you have a wand?” Liam asked, looking shocked. “I do. But I have to keep it a secret as it isn’t something I can show around. And this is not an ordinary wand, either. It is used for desperate times like this.” The doctor explained, with a smile on his face.

I was thinking about one only thing: making fun of professor Darking as he made fun of me! Sophie's eyes gleamed mischievously as she leaned in closer. "Oh, I'd be delighted to teach you, my dear Alice. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility, or in this case, great hilarity!" I nodded eagerly, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Let's do it! We'll give Professor Darking a taste of his own medicine!" Sophie raised her wand and whispered a few incantations. Suddenly, a tiny burst of colorful sparks erupted from the tip of her wand, and a small scroll materialized in her hand.

she turned to me, even though I was hollowed out and blanked out, “he's Stephan King, Declan’s brother.” “Nice to meet you again, Imani.” The stranger, my professor, my step uncle stretched out his hand for a handshake, and I could only stare at the hand. This was the same hand that had held my waist to guide my movements as I rode him, that same hand that had hastily guided his length back into me when he slipped out. I was supposed to shake his hand, now that I knew he was my professor and step-uncle.

She pointed a manicured finger at a line of code on her screen. Professor Kai’s eyes didn’t leave me. “What’s the name?” he asked, the question directed at her but his gaze a physical weight on me. “Sarah Martins,” she said, blissfully unaware of the tension she was standing in. “Sarah.” He said her name like it was a clinical diagnosis. “There’s a paper folder on the lectern. The black one. Bring it to me so I can illustrate the solution more clearly.” His voice was dry, detached, yet his attention never wavered from my face.

“I thought only warlocks and witches could conduct wand magic.” “Well, no. This,” Rurik said proudly, “is Bloodwright. Nothing here is normal.” He leaned in. “Anyone can conduct wand magic—provided they have a soul force. Our professor, Jindor Minworth, teaches how wands act as channels for intent and raw magical energy.” My eyes widened. Soul force? I doubted I had whatever that was. "Crazy." "Yeah, I know." Rurik looked around furtively, then reached under the table.

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

"Please fuck me good, Professor. Just fuck me." He turned the wand off and set it down. He then grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He wrapped his hand around my cock and pumped it, I licked my lips at the sight. Finally, he was going to put that in me. His cock was already hard and I could clearly see the pre cum at the head. "You want this.” It didn't sound like he was asking me a question but I responded anyway. "Yes. Yes, Professor…Please."

one of the students screamed, about to run off, but Professor Lucian wouldn't allow it as he gently placed me on one of the chairs. “Wait here,” he said, carefully placing me on the chair as he rushed towards the door using his wolf abilities, smashing it closed when I heard one of the students shout “witchcraft!” “And where the fuck do you think you are going?!” Professor Lucian yelled, and the students went on their knees with their hands clasped together. “Professor please, we won't do that again. We promise. We didn't see anything,” one of them started pleading, his voice stuttering alongside as I watched Professor Lucian reach for one of the golf sticks, carefully dragging it along the

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."