Who Was The Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

she whispered to Drake. “Oh, that’s right.” The headmaster cleared his throat. “When you decided to run, we didn’t get to that.” He said glaring at her. “My name is headmaster Quinn. Now that we’re introduced you can call me Quinn or Headmaster, whichever makes you feel less afraid.” He smiled. “Don’t worry I don’t bite as much I am nice if you don’t piss me off at least. You running kind of made me upset.” “I’m sorry about that,” Ivy whispered. “I just didn’t know what you want with me, when Drake said I was special, I, uh I.”

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.

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."

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"

I didn't bother hiding the disbelief in my voice. According to Sir Aaron, becoming a headmaster wasn't an easy feat. It meant that one had surpassed the limit of one's powers, exceeded the powers of their teachers and had become one with their magic. He didn't say anything about my skeptical question, and instead chuckled coldly. With a sigh of resolve, he turned around and gave me my space. I released the breath which I had not realized I’d been holding somewhere along the line. My locker was tidied in a minute and I began to make my way towards the first class of the day only to get stopped by a familiar face who intercepted my route.

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.

The headmaster asked seeming awkward as he stood before her. “I am fine. We need to inform his majesty about this. Did one of them survive?” She asked Azeph shook his head. “The one we caught committed suicide,” He said and she nodded. “We need to move the bodies out of here while the other students are sleeping,” The headmaster said, “Go ahead. I give permission to your men to come into my chambers,” She declared. The headmaster bowed before her then. It was the first time he’d seen the man bow to anyone other than the king.

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'd prefer to be consistently uninjured." "Where's the fun in that?" Despite everything, we laughed. The Headmaster appeared. Looking old. Tired. But determined. "I owe you all an apology," he said. "For what?" I asked. "For not seeing Professor Cael's betrayal sooner. For not protecting you better. For letting it get this bad." "You couldn't have known." "I should have. I'm the Headmaster. It's my responsibility to know." "The architects are professionals. They've been planning this for decades. No one could have predicted it all."