Who Was The Headmaster Before Dumbledore Novels & Stories

the headmaster says. Straightening up, I walk over to where they are seated and take a seat beside Kieran. The headmaster, who looks to be in his forties with a few strands of gray hair, is seated opposite us. I read the name on the nameplate: Mr. Rowlands. “What did he do?” Kieran asks. “He fought with his classmate,” Mr. Rowlands answers. “And where is the said classmate?” Kieran asks with a raised brow. “In his class,” he answers.

His mind was absent since the Headmaster's arrival. The Headmaster in front of him was a very tall and muscular man with bluish-gray eyes; his almost faded blue hair that was turning gray already was slicked back, though some fell down in a small tuft on his forehead. By looking at him, he can sense that he was an arrogant, overbearing, and selfish man, just like any higher up from every school; almost similar to Mister Vacio. He was truly the Headmaster he had a bad feeling about. Every now and then, he became involved with Doll. What was his plan? Who was he?

"I'm not sure either...I just felt compelled to put it to the test." "Sigh...don't do it again." "All right, Headmaster." The person speaking to her in her head was the Headmaster, who had witnessed all that had happened. "A world-shattering genius had been uncovered."

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.

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.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

The volume rose up to a point where Keverow had to slam her gavel down. “Silence! Silence!” She cried. Then she turned to look at Thorne. Her eyes were narrowed. “Do I mean to assume you’re accusing both Smith and the Headmaster, Alpha Blythwitch?” “No,” Thorne said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think the Headmaster would fall under this spell on his own. I think that Smith is a master in seduction and has seduced the Headmaster to fall under her spell.” “Spell?” Keverow snorted. “No sort of spell exists to cause someone to go against their species. I believe you received excellent marks in history. Did you not remember Headmaster Lunerly was one of the wolves who freed us?”

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.”

Why does nothing make sense? I reached the top of the stairs. The door to the headmaster's office was oak, carved with the same wolf-and-moon motif as everything else in this place. I'd been here once before, right after the arena, when Headmaster Vane had told me my mother was a student. He hadn't told me the rest. He hadn't told me anything. I knocked. "Enter." Headmaster Vane was sitting behind his massive desk, just like before. His gold-flecked eyes lifted from the papers in front of him, scanning my face.