Severus Snape Headmaster Novelas e Histórias

That'll help me to focus on making a breakthrough to seventh-grade alchemist. Severin was motivated by the prospect. Though his elevated status as the sixth core disciple sparked many an envious glance from the ordinary disciples, he knew all too well that his responsibilities continued to grow. His days were spent either training, polishing his combat techniques, or creating pills to secure a much-anticipated breakthrough to seventh-grade alchemist. In the past, he had some spare time after seclusion to help craft pills for Diane and the others.

"If she is what the old texts warned us about?" "Then better she learns control from us," Oren said, "than learns nothing at all and proves every fear you have correct." The door opened before Sera could step back from it, and the Headmaster stood in the frame, robes still heavy on his shoulders, face still pale from whatever he'd seen in her fire an hour ago. He looked at her for a long moment, and Sera made herself meet his eyes instead of looking away. "Come in, Sera," he said. "It seems we have decided your fate without asking you a single question about it. That was poor manners on our part. Come in, and tell us what you want."

And now, finally, I had my chance. I reached the door to the headmaster's private quarters and knocked softly. My breath hitched as I heard footsteps approach. The door swung open and there he stood, Professor Severus Snape, looking as devastatingly handsome as ever in his black robes. "Miss Granger," he greeted, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here at this hour?" I licked my lips nervously, trying to find my voice. "I… I need your help, Professor." Snape's eyebrow arched. "Is that so? And what sort of help could I possibly give you at this late hour?" His gaze raked over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts straining against my robes.

, 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.

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

He looked like a prince of some noble family. Seik: Sir Drake Leviathan. He's the Headmaster's right hand man. You can put it that way. And don't go asking trouble from him. Rumors say he is on par with the lords. If it wasn't the fact that he was not born in one of the prestigious familias, he would have already succeeded in taking over them. Ban: It's amazing someone like that is our teacher.

Severus laughed loudly. Then, he said, "You're overthinking this. I'm still powerful without Kurt and the others. I still have support from other powerful masters. "One of them is Preston Sharpe, an Earthly Immortal. Even if he's a peak-stage Grandmaster, none of you are as powerful as he is. "All of you will be dead!" Everyone was stunned by Severus's domineering and arrogant demeanor, and their expressions changed after hearing his words. Those who had abandoned Severus regretted it deeply.

Now the apprentice saw the color visibly leave the headmaster's face. “You can't believe anything that wretch says. He has lost his mind. " Viktor didn't say anything. The atmosphere in the Headmaster's study was tense and the silence was unbearable. Viktor was about to excuse himself when, unexpectedly, Theodria spoke again and eased the tension from the room.

Worse still, after Severus’ arm was chopped off, he began acting very strange. There must be something wrong with it. However, Draco was already delirious and he was going to turn back into a Nine-Headed Serpent at that moment. Hence, Severus did not have time to ask him what happened. The battle was about to start soon. Everyone on Gold Peak stared fixedly at the sky. David faced the four partial Eternal Realms alone, and he could even stay so carefree and calm. Countless youngsters felt like they were burning with anger.

Why are they acting so weird? “I'm not leaving until I get some answers,” I demand, determined to find out what's going on. We were in the middle of arguing when an unfamiliar voice interrupted us. Turning, I find our new headmaster, Lucius Wild, standing by the treeline. Lucius Wild, is the youngest headmaster to ever grace Lupine academy. Taking office this year he also holds a position as the youngest professor at the academy, teaching biology. He's also quickly become very popular with the student body. Probably because of his tall, lean yet muscular build and his long black hair that he usually wears up.