Werewolf Professor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was already dark when Gina and the officer who'd introduced himself as Barnes reached the police station. Most of the officers had left so there were only two cars parked outside. As Gina got out of the car, she saw a boy called Rory standing outside the court building which was opposite the police station. He smiled and Gina turned away. Everything about him had annoyed her. He was in sophomore year in another college and claimed to be in love with her. Even though she'd turned him down countless times, he still kept talking about how she was all he wanted. It seemed like turning him down made her more desirable to him. She was tired of having to tell him the same things over and over ag

"Lucy can't escape without me speaking the words to release him; he is harmless right now." "Harmless?" The guy snorts, and then his eyes widen with what looks like a sudden realization. "Wait a minute..." His gaze roams all over me. "Pale skin, raven hair, and a demon as a pet—you must be the principal's granddaughter!" The principal? I thought my grandmother was an ordinary Herbologist teacher, someone who specialized in herbology. She loves nature and always kept strange fungi at home. As if having read my private thoughts, Lucy clears his throat. 'Your grandmother needs to have a chat with you. Also, since you just saved my life, I owe to tell you that this guy right here stinks like a d

At the end of the class, ‘Werewolf’, Harold was able to relate with what Trisha had said about attending a class being a total waste of time. Maybe it was because he had gone on the contest and had become a little familiar with his wolf, what he had been taught was what he knew already. The lecturer whom Harold had come to know as Professor Harry, went onto talk about the hierarchy of wolves in their packs. He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

We then looked at him who was staring at us angrily. “You Mr...?” The Professor pointed his marker to Harry. “Harry. Harry Wilson.” Harry replied. Then the Professor looked at me and I said “Stella Jones.” “Yeah! Mr. Wilson and Ms. Jones! Am I disturbing you?” He shouted. “No professor carry on.” Harry replied. I looked at him with widened eyes. The professor grew angry and shouted “Mr. Wilson! Out of the classroom. Now.” Without saying anything, Harry stood from the chair and started leaving the classroom. But before he left the classroom, he turned to me and shouted “Stella! Come out. You said the class was boring.”

“Sorry did not mean to scare you. You are Peter right?” He looked a bit scared when he answered, “Yes. I should probably leave now you are here.” Lola frowned, “Why?” Peter looked around them and said, “You shouldn’t be seen with me. Especially not someone from your rank. I am a disgrace. My bones did not heal properly so I will be a cripple the rest of my life and no one want to be associated with a crippled werewolf.” Lola smiled at him and grabbed his hand, “Well I don’t give a shit. I am sure you have a lot more to offer. There are more ways to be valuable and strong than only physical you know.”

Just spit it out, Harry," Brooklyn said. "Do you believe in supernatural creatures?" Harry asked. "Supernatural creatures?" Brooklyn said and giggled slightly. "Really?" "Brooklyn, I'm being serious," Harry snapped. "They're not real," Brooklyn said. "What if they were." "They're not." "But what if." "But they're not." "Babe, they are." "Harry-" "Shut up," Harry said and sighed. "Werewolves," he said. "Werewolves are real." "You said you didn't want me to freak out, I think you're the one going a bit crazy," Brooklyn said. "This is ridiculous, Harry. Just take me back to school.

EVEYLN "Alright, Harry," he said, settling into the seat next to him. I narrowed my eyes at them, confused, my face scrunched in curiosity. He gently took the book from Harry’s hands, flipped through a few pages, then sighed and shook his head. "But you do know," he said calmly. "that not all werewolves can be killed by wolfsbane, right? So, you're wrong." Harry frowned, his brows knitting together. "Then why did my teacher say that?" he asked.

she complimented, her voice brimming with admiration. The professor’s lips curved into a small, pleased smile, clearly savoring the praise. “Thank you,” she replied. Lyra continued, “There was a section where you mentioned that werewolves can take a specific herb to suppress their allergies to silver. I found that fascinating.” Professor Kira nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, that’s correct. However, you should understand that this herb isn’t a permanent solution. Its effects wear off within a few hours and can lead to severe consequences.”

Luna's p.o.v I sat with the new professor at his office, staring deeply at him, he knew what I was, like I also knew what he was, we were here for no child’s play. “Speak,” I commanded. Since winning the war, werewolves had the higher hand to vampires. “I am Professor Marcus…” “Not your name, who are you?” I cut him off. “I am Ronald… Jack's father” he stated. Jack? The same Jack?