Who Was Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

The one in suit was talking, and I recognized her as the headmaster. "Of course, you will conduct an investigation and inform me with the findings. But I will never entrust you with my son anymore." He then strode his was as quick as possible and made a short stop just a foot away. Meawhile, Ron took over the role as he now began to talk to the headmaster. "How is he?" His question was softer compared to the rage he had lashed out. His eyes shot the same torture as me as if we shared our minds.

A towering figure stood ahead, his presence alone enough to command silence. Headmaster Soren. How did he know I was new here? But then he wasn't the headmaster for nothing. He could tell from scent. His presence was like steel, he looked imposing, sharp, and impossible to ignore. The stories about him were endless. He had led Dominion Academy for over a decade, shaping countless alphas into warriors. He looked at me like he already knew I didn’t belong. "With me," he ordered. I followed, forcing my hands to remain loose at my sides. The last thing I wanted was draw unnecessary attention to myself.

I raised my eyebrow and asked-" You do? But h-how? I mean you are a sla..." He cut me off by saying-" A slave? yes. I am a slave. But I worked for master Dunston long before he kicked me out" You were slave of Professor Dunston?" I asked with a frown. He nodded as he said-" Yes, He was my first master. I trusted him and followed his words. It was before he became the headmaster. But later he threw me away after a few years as was no longer useful for him. Since then I am here, taking care of them as my own family. During the stay, he took me once to the tomb"

Rail's question made the Headmaster's lips fall. "Forgive my omission, Mr. Rail. I'll try to finish today and no more lies about Mr. Rail!" The headmaster said looking down, he was really sorry and couldn't act quickly. "That's better, Headmistress! Or I will finish through the King of the Hereafter to punish those teachers,"

she said and he peered at her suspiciously but Rori only shrugged. “Indeed, well tell him that he needs to report to my office personally so that I may brief him on the proper tackt for this campus, he may be assigned to you by your benefactor Ms. Lovell, but I am the headmaster of this school,” and with his last words Headie gave her a telling wink. Rori smiled at him and collected her folder, “thanks Headie I will make sure I tell men in black to report straight to you,” and she skipped out of her headmasters office.

Joseph pulled some strings and managed to get a visitation with Ruby; being a well-respected Elder and professor around this school, Headmaster Williams surprisingly agreed to the request. “We appreciate your time, Headmaster,” Joseph told him with sincerity. “As I said, I certainly owe you a favor.” The headmaster looked him over carefully and then nodded. “Yes, you certainly do,” he agreed. The headmaster was an older gentleman with grey hair and a thin profile. He was tall; way taller than me and only a bit taller than Joseph. I could tell he’s been around for a very long time.

He smiled kindly and said, "Hello, Elizabeth. I'm Headmaster Emberton. You've met Madame Richert and of course, that's Professor Martin with you. This is Professor Harlowe." Ellie nodded and quietly said, "Hello," as she was introduced to the professors sitting around the table. "I know you probably have a lot of questions and we will get to those, I promise. First, I'm going to ask you to sit and tell us what's happened since you've gotten to school. You've had a pretty eventful week," Headmaster Emberton said kindly.

I can tell that he’s seething as his grip tightens on my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelp at Atwood’s tight grip. Upon seeing my pain, he instantly loosens his grip on me and concern takes over his angry face. He wraps his arm around me protectively and pulls me closer, causing my heart to flutter. “I would rather speak to Ruby privately about this, headmaster,” he says cordially. The headmaster sighs and walks around the table to approach us with his hands clasped behind his back. “Atwood,” he says calmly, “you were an excellent student, and I couldn’t be more proud of your accomplishments as King. But please don’t forget that this is my school, and I am the one who doles out the punishments here.”

Headmaster Florence was sitting in front. "Have a seat, Elizabeth," he said in a soft tone. Funny, the first time I saw him three years ago when I arrived, I thought he was gruff and strict and military-like because of his big, muscular body. But he was actually the most gentle among the six Headmasters of the six houses in the academy. "What's going on?" I asked Nik as I sat beside him. He had this horrified look on his face as if the world is about to end. He seemed to be in shock to comprehend my question.

He just watched his cum drip down my thighs. “Clean yourself up in the bathroom down the hall,” he said, tucking himself away. “Then come back here. We’re not finished.” I stood on shaky legs, cum running down my legs, and walked to the door. Before I could open it, he spoke again. “Isla.” I turned. Blackwood smiled coldly. “From now on, when you address me, you call me Headmaster. Or Sir. Understood?” I nodded, throat raw. “Yes, Headmaster.”