Werewolf Professor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His costume was a loose sport coat, a sweater, and spectacles. “Heath, you’re not supposed to dress up as yourself,” Rose joked. “I’m Professor Lupin! You know, from Harry Potter?” He pulled out his makeshift wand and acted like he was casting a spell. “And why do I feel like you remembered that this was a costume party only an hour ago?” “Not true. It was two hours ago.”

I’d catch their subtle glances during meals or in the corridors, like they were waiting for the wolf to break free again. The Lesson The morning bell chimed, and I headed to Advanced Supernatural Biology, sliding into my usual seat. The room buzzed with quiet conversation as Professor Elliot, a werewolf himself taught the day’s lesson. "Settle down," he said, his voice calm but firm. “Today, we’re discussing one of the most complex and misunderstood aspects of our kind the split personality of the feral manifestation.” The chatter died instantly. This was one of the topics everyone found fascinating and unnerving in equal measure.

“Harvest their organs or use their body as a whole. I donate them to science. Maybe this will be the experiment that puts your name out there forever.” “Oh, yes!” The professor looked pleased. “I cannot wait to discover the goodies hidden in them.” “Feast, Professor. Feast as much as you want. I just need to know when to expect an update.” “Give me two weeks. Determining how to turn a werewolf into a weapon is not as easy as it sounds.” “I am counting on you. Oh, I wanted to ask. Are you sure you don’t need guards inside this room? It is bad enough that you refused to have surveillance cameras.”

“I heard that’s even more difficult than any advanced class at this school.” “I was practicing magic with Xaden earlier and Principal Rapport was watching me,” I told her in a hushed tone. “He was impressed that I was able to do more than one spell at a time.” Her mouth hung open in shock. “Seriously?” She gasped. I could tell she had way more questions for me, but classes started, and we both drowned ourselves in our work. Werewolf History was taught by Professor Santina. She was a young teacher with long black hair with blonde highlights and big blue eyes. She was obviously a werewolf shifter and she even shifted to show us her large black wolf which also had streaks of blonde in its coat

"I could even explain to you over the phone but how can I resist the chance to see the castle again." In next to no time the professor arrived. I had two guardsmen make sure nobody came close to between a hundred meters from my workshop. The professor studied my workshop and went through some of the medicines I have been working on. He saw the regeneration project for werewolves and paused. "You are even much crazier than I anticipated," he mused. I did not know if he meant it as a compliment or if he meant really crazy. "I just like to try out new things," I said, and he nodded in understanding.

There's no way someone who's wolfless can pull out such magic. Professor Holden, the magic teacher leans forward and stares at me so intently, it's like he can see into the depths of my soul. “Are you truly wolfless, Lysara. Magic like yours is rare, almost nonexistent. There's no way you can be wolfless and still have such magic." I nod slowly. “I do have a wolf.” Zachary, another of the professor’s eyes open. " You do? Can you shift, let's see it?”

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?"

People kept their eyes on me, almost as if I was a curse. Karl slowed beside me. "Ignore them." "I'm trying." "It gets easier." I wasn't sure I believed him. Our first class was Ancient Magic and Werewolf History. The lecture hall resembled a miniature amphitheater, with rows of wooden desks curving around a circular teaching platform. Students filled the room long before the lesson began. The whispers started again the moment I entered. Professor Rowan, an elderly werewolf with silver hair and sharp amber eyes, looked up from the ancient scroll he was arranging.

A young man in his early thirties, if I had to guess. By his looks, he was clearly a werewolf, not that they would have a human for Royal Studies. "Okay settle down everyone." A warm tone and a pleasant smile. "Wow atleast not everyone has a stick up their ass or is a bitc-" Emily clamps her hand at my mouth, stopping me from talking further, her eyes horrified. "Werewolf hearing." She mouthed. Oh. Emma snickered as the professor glanced at us and shook his head, his lips twitching.

I could easily feel his bones beginning to crack in my grip and despite his attempts to pull away I wasn't letting go. "I told you not to touch me." This would teach this disgusting piece of trash. "Now, your hand will never be able to be used again." Squeezing harder I allowed all his bones to shatter in my grip before letting go. "YOU BITCH!" He snarled as his face started to elongate and contort. His open mouth showed long canines extending. "I will show you." "Show me buddy." I kept my gaze on him as he shifted and changed, gone was the huge disgusting man and in his place was a large copper colored wolf. His eyes glowed a blood red as he watched me.