Who Was The Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

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.

Nellie proclaimed proudly. “But Nellie, isn’t he scary?” asked Joanna. I shook my head at Joanna’s question and Nellie was about to say yet another sentence when the noise dissipated. We all turned to the person who was entering the door; it was our Ancient History of Mahò and Gaearandys professor, headmaster Nathaniel Arammi. The headmaster greeted all of us with a bright smile, as bright as his red hair. Everyone answered back. Standing with our heads bowed, one hand at the back and the other on the stomach, one foot forward and another bent towards the back. “Greetings to the headmaster!” the mahò users chorused. The head master nodded and headed to tribune beginning his lecture.

The contact was brief—but grounding. The Headmaster stood at the far end of the room. Tall. Ageless. His eyes were sharp enough to strip lies from bone. “Well,” the Headmaster said slowly. “This is unexpected.” His gaze lingered on Xander. “I didn’t summon you.” Xander met his stare without hesitation. “Then summon someone else.” The Headmaster’s lips curved faintly. “Bold. Reckless.” “Necessary,” Xander replied. The Headmaster’s eyes slid to Zade.

Said an old witch that was wearing an outdated nurse dress robe.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.

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,"

he explains while looking at the eclipse that is happening. This gave all the professors and the headmaster a headache as they are lost to the events that is happening. The headmaster looked at a distant place when he felt a fluctuation of power. Not long after a figure hovered above them while his hands are at his back. The headmaster recognized him but not the others so they don't know how to greet the newcomer. "Greetings, Guardian deity Lark," the headmaster said while bowing his head. When the other professors heard this they all followed suit.

Lansear said to the headmaster beside him. Headmaster Prife has been in-charge of the School of Magic for a hundred years. He was old. He had long white hair and a short beard. He was famous in Axum for being the first water wielder that attained immortality because of his vast knowledge of magic. Aside from Lansear, who recently claimed the name of Immortal Governor due to his power. “That little witch and the shifter?” Headmaster Prife pretended to mishear the governor. “You heard me.” Lansear casually drank wine from the goblet while still studying the young shifters that gathered after the verdict of the fight was announced.

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.

"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."

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?”