What Is Professor Dumbledore's Full Name Novels & Stories

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

A perk for being a good teacher, I guess. Outside the mafia world, I am Professor Quinn. I use my middle name and there are bickering that I am Matteo Scarpelli, or a doppelganger. No one has ever dared ask me openly because they fear I might cut them into pieces and through their dismembered parts away where they will never be found. Well, my only requirement to the school before accepting this job is that my professional life be kept aside from my several businesses. Stanbury accepted my terms and that's how I became a History Professor in their establishment, this year being my fifth year with them.

“Then I can go to sleep and hide the light.” "You are pushing your physical limits too far, Miss Cross." A soft, calm voice spoke from the shadows ahead. I stopped walking and lifted my head. Professor Pendelton stepped out from the dark doorway of the advanced magic history classroom. He was an old man with long grey hair and kind, wise eyes behind small round glasses. He wore his formal professor robes, but he was not holding any books. He was looking at me with a very serious and heavy expression. "Good evening, Professor Pendelton," I said softly. My simple English was flat and steady, hiding my pain. "The classrooms are already clean for tomorrow."

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

Lyle replied, "How many Professor Bells are there on campus? Of course, it's the one that we all know." Reagan exclaimed, "Boss, the Golden Lion King is looking for you?" Professor Bell's name was Alston Bell, and it happened that he had the same name as a novel character. Coupled up with his strict teaching, the students had secretly given him a nickname called the "Golden Lion King".

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

I wanted to be feminine tonight and Ted wasn't needed at all. "Iris," He said and took my hands, bringing it to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on all of my knuckles. I felt quite irksome but I had to endure for a reason. "My name is McMahon. I am the Alpha of Ravenclaw," I raised my brows. I had heard about McMahon of Ravenclaw and his rakish habits. Now that I was seeing him in person, I believed the rumors. He had a panty dropping smile and a pair of blue eyes that could undress you. I wasn't going to lie but his eyes were doing something to me.

Our attention was focused on the young man standing behind the teacher's table. I did not expect that a young man would be our Professor. I was expecting some old grumpy dude but what greeted us was an angelic person. I think he's in his mid-twenties which is very young to be a Professor. "Oh my goshhhhhh! Isn't he Professor James?" James who? "I think so too. Professor James Lennon, the youngest Professor of the academy. Graduated at the age of 18, went to magic tower at the age of 22. We are so lucky!"

complained Lycus Lewis. “Very well, since you have entered into a magic pact, I will reveal my identity. My name is Albus White. Non-humans know me as the White Dragon. I'm the oldest dragon who still alive in Magica,” said Albus as he opened his mask and robe gracefully. Then, he spread her white wings across his back beautifully, revealing his half-dragon and half-human form. Lycus Lewis slumped so limply that he fell to the floor. Sweat was pouring out, and his eyes widened with shock.

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.