Werewolf Professor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

he answered grimly. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips. I didn’t know much about Roderick; I know most called him Rod. But from what I knew about him he was the youngest professor and advisor at this school. He was also a hybrid, born from a vampire and a werewolf. He mainly kept to himself with the other vampires, and he was also the blood lust professor. Skylar spoke about him often and always cooed about how good-looking he was.

The former had also mentioned her son's powers too. Both had unsettled her. It meant more trouble and complications. Worse, since none of her pack members had been able to identify the strange werewolf. They didn't even know his name. The professor had called him away before they could socialize with him. The professor. That was another case on its own. A vampire and a supernatural werewolf from nowhere, all connected and interested in the redheaded human. This was getting out of hand. She was sure that their appearances weren't a mere coincidence.

Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier. “Hey! What gives? So what if I forgot? You remembered it, anyway.” “That is not the point, Sir.” “Whatever! So, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s a werewolf. He just turned earlier.” Alexander stared at Joseph for a few seconds. “Really?” he asked. “Positive, sir. The scent I picked up couldn’t have been Nicodemus. I know his well enough. And John’s as well.” “I see…” “There’s also another interesting piece of information that I’ve gathered. It seems that this friend of Nicodemus’ doesn’t have that… mark.”

His hair was not as soft as the professor's. I wish I could stop comparing them together. “Miss Roxanne??” I disconnect our lips immediately. “Now I’m hearing his voice as well?” i ask out loud and sigh. Red looks confused. “Is he calling you?” I look at him, my turn to look confused. “He?” “He.” He confirms. Pointing at one of the houses behind us. Turning my attention to where he pointed at. I see my professor staring back at me with a murderous glare on his face.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Peter interjected, even more confused. "I don't seek vengeance for family feuds, but that bastard attacked my friend. When I went to retaliate, I discovered he was a lunatic, so I used all my strength to cripple him," Harry explained. "Is your friend alright?" Peter's question made me reassess my perception of his ruthlessness. "She's fine. A skilled healer with a strong foundation in magic," Harry said, referring to Lisa. "What else is in your circle other than werewolf, vampire and magician? Monsters?" Peter, the only human present, was at a loss for words.

Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not every werewolf was privileged to have one. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, and Clara obeyed, shutting her eyes. Professor Steve began chanting an incantation. The atmosphere was charged as everyone watched, and suddenly he stopped. “What did you see?” he asked. “I saw myself surrounded by a big river,” Clara responded, clearly confused. Professor Steve nodded. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and Clara obeyed. “Now imagine water in your palm,” he instructed. Though Clara was confused, she obeyed. As she imagined water in her hand, she suddenly felt something wet and liquid in her palm. Out of curiosity

So silent caster don’t need to chant dahil some spells are written on their body as a medium, or on their books and wands. It’s really true that everything has a price. Suddenly, Professor James clapped his hands. I was brought back from my philosophical state and rumbles. When I look at the smile on Professor James’s face. My skin crawled, and a lot of alarm bells was ringing on my head. The familiar charming yet nasty smile was present on his lips. The smile of the devil is back.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.