Who Was Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Now the apprentice saw the color visibly leave the headmaster's face. “You can't believe anything that wretch says. He has lost his mind. " Viktor didn't say anything. The atmosphere in the Headmaster's study was tense and the silence was unbearable. Viktor was about to excuse himself when, unexpectedly, Theodria spoke again and eased the tension from the room.

Right beside them lay the true Headmaster Valdren and the two other instructors Ryker had killed to secure his hold on the school. The board members gasped in absolute horror, stepping back so fast that one of them nearly tripped over the uneven stone floor. They didn't even recognize the headmaster at first glance because his flesh was already rotting badly from being left in the damp dark, and the smell coming from his corpse was completely unbearable. “Goddess above,” Miss Lyra whispered, her face turning pale as she stared at the carnage. She turned her panicked, wide eyes toward me, her voice shaking with alarm. “How long have you known about this? Why did you keep it away from us?”

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

Natalia Scholae Pythinissam "The second I get out of here, I'm going to fucking kill you, Dumbledore 2.0." I screamed, holding on to the bars of the cell the two bitches had put us into. On the orders of Dumbledore. "Headmaster Malone..." Anna was torn apart when she learned that the headmaster of Pithonissam was the one who has behind the kidnappings of his students. "How could you? You were the one who protected us!" She screamed from the cell opposite us.

It’s safe to assume that the headmaster was just fast enough to stand beside her, his body so close Z could feel his puffed-out chest. “Any last words?” His voice was even colder than before the fight started. It made Z think that the headmaster had some personality change whenever he fought. That’s a probable theory, but there’s no way to verify it for now. Who knows? The headmaster might just be like that in the first place and the goody old man was nothing but a placid façade to keep his reputation as the school’s headmaster.

He's in his 40's but he still has the looks, a hot sugar daddy look. What got into your mind, Jamnia? Gosh, this is Althea's fault! The guy beside me bowed at the old man, I didn't know how to react I just stood there with my head down. What's his name anyway? "Good morning Headmaster Burdues, here she is." "Good morning aswell Clim, same to you Jamnia. By the way I'm the Headmaster of this school, Franc Burdues, sorry to keep you waiting days ago. I had too many things to do, I hope they welcomed you well."

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.

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.

If anything, she looked stunned, as though something had completely shattered her expectations and she still hadn’t recovered from it. Seated across from the Headmaster was the man in the sharp suit. Unlike everyone else in the room, he looked openly irritated. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest and the look on his face suggested he would rather be anywhere else. The moment we entered, all three adults turned toward us and the Headmaster immediately rose to his feet and extended a hand. “Mrs. Allen, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Headmaster Hamilton. Please, have a seat.”

And no one was curious enough to visit him in his office lately to check how he was doing. After all, no one in the entire Iridos would suspect their Headmaster of doing anything out of the line. So they just let him be. Never would they dare imagine, not even in their wildest dreams that the Professor Sonny who was highly respected by many could be an apprentice necromancer in his past.