Novel & Cerita What Is Professor Dumbledore's Full Name

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

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.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

Always watching. I dragged my hand down my face. “I do not hate you, Reese. I never did. I only hated what I believed you did. What he made me believe. If we are going against him, then we go fully. You have to tell me what you know. Tell me who touched Dahlia. Tell me what The Professor looks like.” I needed the truth like oxygen. I needed a target. A face. A neck to break. Reese inhaled slowly. “I don’t know his real name. All I know is that he was in education. A professor, likely. High-ranking. Untouchable like all his friends. That is why they call him ‘The Professor’.”

Goosebumps were crawling all over my skin. I didn't really want to associate with the students at the school so I had no business with whoever was staring at me. I didn't turn to look instead, I focused my gaze on the door as a professor, whom I believed was a Chemistry professor, made his way in. He was a short, rotund man with a saggy belly and premature baldness on his head. He wore round-rimmed glasses that resembled those of Harry Potter. A black briefcase was firmly held in his hand.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

– he asked one of the spectators “He needed a ride.” – the man in orange shirt said The professor nodded and walked towards Damon. He couldn’t deny it. Seeing what just happened, he knew who the leader of the pack was. It was this man in front of him. And it was his curiosity that wanted to have a connection with this man. “Hello, sir. My name is Professor Jonathan Dela Cruz. I teach Folklore at a university. If you need anything, I’m ready to assist you.” Damon frowned. Folklore?

“This looks more magnificent today.” Dumbledore complimented. “Oh!! Actually I did some refurnishing during the weekend. But here it is, a space has been made for you.” I mumbled as we entered the lift. “And over there.” I pointed at the end of the hall and the door had a bold inscription, “ASSOS. DUMBLEDORE VOLDEMORT”, he smiled as he saw how his name was boldly written. “Woah!! Such formality!!” He snapped.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.