Novel & Cerita Professor Umbridge's Wand

It looked normal, covered with the leaves of the hedera helix. “I saw him from here, and from that day, I’m following him, and I didn’t see him going there again.” “Then how did she use her spell on Alexander and his friends?” “Not directly, but with portion. During the fight, Liam shifted and joined me in attacking against them. However, they were not accepting defeat, and we were also injured, so I mind-linked Professor, seeking his aid. He rescued us and when Alex and his gang fell unconscious. I briefed him on the situation, explaining Liam’s transformation into a moon fox, which he had witnessed. Then the Professor instructed me to stand guard while he retrieved something. He returned w

As the clash between Oscar and Damian reached its peak, Oscar seized an opportunity to turn the tide in his favor. With a swift motion, he retrieved a gleaming, arcane wand from his side, its magical essence pulsating with power. With a determined glare, he aimed the wand at Damian, channeling his energy into a single spell. A burst of magical energy erupted from the wand, striking Damian with precision. The impact caused Damian to stagger, his movements faltering as the magic worked its way through his body. The disabling spell had taken effect, rendering him temporarily incapacitated and vulnerable.

Professor Morsa's face was still quite pale and mentally tired. Professor Morsa is the one who teaches the subject Of Werewolf Magic Analysis. Because they hadn't received new books and modules, Hana, Henry, and Jackson didn't carry any items. Even so, Professor Morsa didn't say a word to them until the end of the session. They don't know how Sir. Powen convinced Professor Morsa, but he hadn't accepted Hana, Henry, and Jackson's presence in the class. The first class at D.Ruck ended in boredom and frustration.

she handed it to me. I accepted it. “What is this?” I asked, confused. Trying to think of something. I did not recognize it. “It’s not yet my birthday,” I whispered. “Open it,” she ordered. I opened it. Inside the box was a white wooden wand, three emerald jewels embroidered on its side. “What! Y-you're giving me a wand? But I do not know how to use any spells,” I said.

Another stumbled backward, pale. “Wait—when did he—?” “I didn’t even see him chant anything!” “He set those up while we were watching Lucien?!” “That’s terrifying...” The professor let out a low whistle. “Ohoho! Sneaky boy. Very Tower. Damien would be so proud.” He leaned on his cane—a golden rod with a crook shaped like a duck’s head—and looked delighted. “You two are going to be so much trouble. I adore it already.” “Anyway..”

Dark lashes lowered just far enough to indicate disinterest, but her posture was perfect. And Iris Wren, the youngest of the group, smiled politely. It was a real smile, but it disappeared the second her fingertips brushed a rune-inscribed wand. A witch. A vampire. A werewolf. All trained. All confident. And then there was me. Professor Fae briefed us on the exercise: joint spell formation and defensive warding. Basic containment spells. It should have been simple in theory. Impossible in practice.

She could still feel the eyes on her, prying, gloating. When she finally managed to rise, leaning heavily against the wall, a shadow fell across her. A professor. Relief flickered inside her chest, faint and desperate. They had seen, surely they had seen what happened. Surely they would notice the gleam of wand tips still cooling, the smug looks plastered on the bullies’ faces. But the professor’s brows knitted with nothing more than mild disapproval. “Miss Vale,” he said, voice brisk, almost impatient. “You must learn to pay attention to where you’re going. The corridors are not a place to daydream. Try to conduct yourself with a little more dignity.”

The video starts playing, showing herself as she recalls, working on the solution, the professor coming in and seconds later she leaves the lab, then almost immediately, the man moves towards the experiment, filtering it. Her eyes are trained on the screen tracing after his figure as he grabs the wolfsbane extract. The professor takes a glance at the door before putting it in another container as opposed to putting in the trash as he’s supposed to and she frowns. Why is he keeping it?

but before she could respond, a hand lifted calmly. Mira. “Professor,” Mira said gently, standing. “May I answer the question?” The professor smiled, pleased. “By all means. Finally, someone who values my lectures.” Scarlet’s fingers curled into fists under the desk. Mira straightened, confidence radiating from her like a slap. “Magical substances like enchanted crystals and refined stones can neutralize the effects of wolfbane when bonded properly to the bloodstream.” The professor clapped once. Then again. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Well done, Mira.”

At last, she nodded weakly. “Okay,” she whispered hoarsely. She turned slowly, her hands still shaking as she picked up the small box from the table. Dominic stood behind her, his large hand resting on her back, silently offering strength. Renata stared at the test pack for a moment, then glanced at Dominic one last time before walking toward the bathroom with heavy, reluctant steps. Dominic followed close behind, his eyes never leaving her. *** In his luxurious office on campus, Professor Alex Harrington sat in his oversized chair, slowly swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. The room was dimly lit, with only the desk lamp casting a soft glow.