Who Was The Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Perhaps the magnificence of the room distracted them from what stood ahead, a group of noble Ice landers at a corner of the room. Keira's voice reverberating through the whole room stilled adoring fingers. "Alright, take your seats everyone, and I'll introduce you to your headmaster." While the witches took their preferred seats, a man from the group by the corner came forth and stood beside Keira. "Class," said Keira, "this is your headmaster, Sybil." The tall, portly man smiled widely and bowed. "Good day class," he said cheerily, "behind me are the warlocks who would be taking you all on various subjects."

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.

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.

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.

Gone was the cheeriness of his voice, replaced with a no nonsense tone. Grand Duke Beelzebub was about to rebut his friend when a maroon-colored hexagram appeared in between the two old friends. On cue, a heaving and a hysterical maroon-robed wizard came out. In his frenzied stated, he almost stumbled on the floor which was stopped by the headmaster’s tentacles which appeared instead of his hand – seeing that the headmaster was still slumped on the floor. “H-Headmaster Kirk! B-Bad news!”

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.

, she says. He nods his head before popping out once again. I will not get used to that soon. Paying attention to the headmistress; “Starting at the right end of the table, we have Mr. Willis Samuell-Phoenix teaching grimoires. Next, we have Miss Charlie Saneye teaching history, then Mrs. Aksenchuk Anna Vladimirovna teaching dark magic. Next is Mr. Taren Samuell-Phoenix, our healer.” “Mr. Sapping, pleasure to see you.”, she says asks Mr. Sapping walks in.

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.

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.”

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.”