Werewolf Professor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Seriously, steer clear of Professor Harth. His elemental affinity is air, but he’s basically a human hot air balloon.” Then there was a weird tangent about wolves: “Just don’t make eye contact with him unless you want him to challenge you to some kind of duel.” And, of course, the lunch specials – “The lemon pudding is cursed. The last time I had it, I swear it whispered my name.”

Only forty seats were filled—twenty humans, twenty werewolves, deliberately interspersed. I ended up between Jenny and a werewolf boy who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He had bronze skin, dark hair, and the kind of muscle definition that came from genetics, not gym time. "Good morning, students." The professor was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and absolutely no werewolf markers I could identify. Human? Here? "I'm Professor Martinez, and I'll be guiding you through Integration Studies. This class is designed to bridge the gap between our species, to foster understanding and cooperation."

There are posters advertising clubs and events, and I can't help but wonder what all of them entail. We make our way to my first class, and I'm reassured to see that it's a standard humanities class — History, English, and Philosophy. I take a deep breath and enter the room, trying to appear calm and collected. The teacher, a tall, regal-looking werewolf, greets us and introduces himself as Mr. Howl. He motions for us to take a seat, and I settle into a desk next to Lily. The rest of the class is a mix of supernatural beings, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising as I try to mask my nervousness.

"Hmm, well. What did you find out?" He looked so serious, and I couldn't help but compliment his handsome face. "I suggest you should ask for a healer's advice. A healer in the realm of wolves is like a doctor in the human world. They make medicines. There's also witches, but most of them brew bad potions." I was left in awe of what he had said. Grinning ear to ear, I punched his chest jokingly. "Hmm, you were so invested in my condition, huh? Are you interested in me, Professor Evan?"

Arlo whispered as he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror, seemingly lost in thought. Harry bowed his head, placing his hands on the washbasin. The water from the tap kept flowing, creating a pool that started to fill up the basin. Arlo kept his eyes fixed on Harry until suddenly, Harry's gaze met his own reflection in the mirror. Harry's face looked different from usual— almost unrecognizable. It seemed to transform into that of a wolf, resembling a werewolf. However, Arlo knew very well that Harry wasn't a werewolf. Filled with a mix of confusion and concern, Arlo continued to watch Harry in silence, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. He wondered if Harry had some kin

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

“Harry… How…?” “I was minding my own sweet business when a warlock werewolf tracked me down. Can you imagine it? Me being tracked down by a wolf,” Harry laughed wickedly, and then broke off as two startled Van Helsings on their rounds stopped dead upon seeing them. Behind them, Guy began to yell.

Even though I said that, my expression made it clear that I didn't trust her. Seeing that I was about to leave, the maid hurriedly stopped me. "He's so good, he used to be a running coach." The maid said exactly what I was interested in, and I couldn't help but ask again. "He is a running coach?" The maid nodded. "He is not only a coach but also a very good coach. There are many of his students who have become champions of running competitions. He can even turn an ordinary werewolf into a genius.." Were there really such good werewolves?

The professor took a deep inhale. “The Sacred Land has to do with the white witches, Rose Duville…and it doesn’t have to do with us, the wolves…” Clayton sighed. “What did you see there, Vlad Lup? Did you see our second successor?” Clayton turned his head down. “No. I saw the wolf of Doctor Wölf Hügel, the husband of Rose Duville and he approved me…” Professor Hügel curled his forehead. “How about the battle?” Clayton nodded. “Yes. The battle between The Protectors and the witches with the vampires. I saw a vampire offering a goblet to Sonya Duville…”

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.