Who Becomes Headmaster After Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Out of jealousy, Blake planned to kill Jake, so he asked for his help. And he helped him, thinking that Blake will help him retire. On the day of Jake’s sudden murder, which was the coronation day on the Ivy gates of Morrissette, Blake was instead chosen to be the headmaster. He was the last option on passing the title. And on this very day, Blake broke his promise on him. He did not grant the consent of him resign. He was mad of course, but he can’t fight Blake now, now that he was a headmaster.

The volume rose up to a point where Keverow had to slam her gavel down. “Silence! Silence!” She cried. Then she turned to look at Thorne. Her eyes were narrowed. “Do I mean to assume you’re accusing both Smith and the Headmaster, Alpha Blythwitch?” “No,” Thorne said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think the Headmaster would fall under this spell on his own. I think that Smith is a master in seduction and has seduced the Headmaster to fall under her spell.” “Spell?” Keverow snorted. “No sort of spell exists to cause someone to go against their species. I believe you received excellent marks in history. Did you not remember Headmaster Lunerly was one of the wolves who freed us?”

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe. "Argus Filch, caretaker and Mrs. Norris owner." Said the old balding man. He seemed excited at the prospect to have his pet back. "Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, Deputy-Headmistress and Transfiguration Mistress of the castle." Said the well dressed old witch. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster." Said the actual Headmaster with a haughty tone. At the last introduction, Lord Ravenclaw just let out a low whistle and immediately said.

Why are they acting so weird? “I'm not leaving until I get some answers,” I demand, determined to find out what's going on. We were in the middle of arguing when an unfamiliar voice interrupted us. Turning, I find our new headmaster, Lucius Wild, standing by the treeline. Lucius Wild, is the youngest headmaster to ever grace Lupine academy. Taking office this year he also holds a position as the youngest professor at the academy, teaching biology. He's also quickly become very popular with the student body. Probably because of his tall, lean yet muscular build and his long black hair that he usually wears up.

She had been trying to keep me alive. Tears blurred my vision. "I judged her." "No," the headmaster said gently. "You judged what you understood." Before I could respond, a sharp knock echoed through the room. A young teacher rushed inside. "Headmaster!" "What is it?" "The eastern tower." His face had gone completely pale. "We found another body." Everyone froze. "What?" The teacher swallowed hard. "A second student has been attacked." Liam's expression darkened. "The shadow magic..." "It's spreading." The headmaster immediately turned to Wesley.

"It's quieter than I expected." "The war is over. There's nothing to train for." "There's always something to train for." Kael looked at him. "That's the old way of thinking." "Maybe. But old habits die hard." They were greeted by a delegation of teachers and students. The Headmaster—a woman Kael didn't recognize, appointed after Seraphine had stepped down—bowed deeply, her face flushed with excitement. "Lord Kael. Lord Rhydian. We received word of your return. The academy is honored to welcome you home."

I sat there, wiping blood from my lip, a dark, jagged sense of victory blooming in my chest. The teachers swarmed him. Most of them focused on the heir, but the Headmaster of the Reach Academy didn't go to Harrison. He came for me. “Explain this!” he roared, his hand clamping onto my arm like a vice. He hauled me to my feet, his face turning a deep, bruised purple. I looked at him, my head spinning but my heart steady. “You should breathe, Headmaster. You’re starting to look like an overripe beet.”

Crystal: “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have that kind of power. And why would I want to fire Mr. Ford? He was a good enough principal. And if I did have that kind of power, I would make myself principal, not somebody else!” Serenity: “Come on, you are not suitable to be a headmaster. Anyways, it’s too coincidental when you think about it: Mr. Ford is being fired right after accepting a five-million-dollar bribe!” Crystal: “That actually makes sense. They say that the new headmaster used to be the vice-chancellor of Saint University. Are you hoping that he is more handsome than Mr. Ford?” “I would settle for younger people,” Serenity laughed. Crystal: “Don’t be silly. There are no young headm

The Moroi punks left as soon as they got through the gates but they all stared at me curiously as they walked back towards the Moroi dorms. Same as ten years ago, the Headmaster was a dhampir called Martin Hunt. He was one of the sweetest guys on the planet but also one of the strictest. I wasn't surprised to see that he almost looked the same as he did six years ago. I felt my breath catch as those dark eyes of his stared at me intently. "You can all go except for the young lady and Guardian Maxwell." Martin commanded. The other two guardians bowed before leaving and closing the door behind them.

In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight. Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile.