HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

"Netherworld Flames!"

……

Helios was about to slip away again, but Nightingale had already approached him from the side.

A chilling wave condensed in the air, sending ice spikes flying. The old man fled in a panic, using a speed-boosting spell to barely dodge the fierce attack.

Cold sweat dripped down his smooth scalp. Enraged, Elios turned around and cast another killing spell at Nightingale before teleporting away without a second glance.

Nightingale manipulated ice spikes to block the green light of the Killing Curse, and then delivered a precise "Obstacles" that instantly sent the old man flying.

Erios tried to use Apparition in mid-air, risking splitting himself, but before he could cast the spell, he was struck by Nightingale's spell again.

"Expelliarmus!" A red light struck his chest, and the wand flew from his hand.

"Silence!" Old Elios crashed through the corner of the wooden frame and fell to the ground, but he couldn't even utter a muffled groan.

"Immediately bind him!" A magical rope appeared out of thin air and bound him tightly.

"Stand still!" The freezing spell extinguished his last glimmer of hope.

Several instant-cast spells completely subdued Ellios, and Nightingale then used the Summoning Spell to lift him from the ruins.

After lifting the old man's silencing spell, Nightingale pointed her ebony wand at Helios's neck and threatened in a cold voice, "Make them stop!"

"Haha, this curse has no counter-curse..."

"Stop them!"

"Kill me, you foolish woman..."

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

"Ha! Philk Helios will never submit to you. Kill me, kill me with your broken wooden stick... right now!"

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

“Stop, Nightingale.” Sagrais’s voice brought Nightingale back to her senses.

She turned her head and saw that Sargeras had already dealt with all the monsters and was now walking over them, stepping on their severed limbs.

Pale fire crows flew about, turning all the flesh and bones that passed by into ashes.

Sagres walked up to old Helios and gently touched the old man's thin chest with his wand.

He has now fully mastered the use of mechanical mind, and altering the emotional fluctuations of a person is as simple as manipulating a machine.

This is a more sophisticated emotional magic than the Crucifixion, capable of specifically evoking various emotions hidden deep within people's hearts.

Old Elliot was still bewildered, but a surge of extreme rage suddenly rose within him, his grayish-blue veins throbbing incessantly at his temples. Then he lost his temper, cursing wildly: "You parasites, robbers, get out of my domain… You losers, unworthy even to use hawthorn wood, want to steal my wand? Ha! Don't even think about it! It's already ingrained in my very being; any user other than me will suffer a backlash, spitting your entrails out of your nostrils…"

"Did that idiot Gregorovich send you? Is that it? Wasn't he always hiding in his workshop, thinking about how to surpass Garrick Ollivander? What? To achieve his goal, this pig who uses the Elder Wand as a gimmick has also started coveting my research results?"

Sagres tapped Elios's body with his wand again, and instantly, an indescribable sorrow enveloped the old man, who immediately let out a mournful wail.

Sagres continued casting the spell, and Elios was then swept away by ecstasy, his wild laughter echoing throughout the ruins.

Finally, Sagres gently touched the old man's head with the tip of his cane, and an absolute calmness once again took over all the old man's thoughts.

Sargeras, enduring the pain in his arm, spoke in a cold voice: "We searched for the wand in accordance with the prophecy, while you were merely a marginal figure with only a slight connection to it. We have no interest whatsoever in your skills or research; it was your own greed that brought this disaster upon you..."

He looked at the old man, who seemed like an empty shell, and coldly pronounced: "You shouldn't have taken what didn't belong to you, nor should you have used dark magic to attack Veris."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Unforgivable Curse was released instantly. Old Helios was immediately controlled by the Imperius Curse. His trembling fingers slowly reached out towards the dark curse on Sargeras' right hand, and then peeled it away bit by bit and transferred it to himself.

Once the curse was completely removed, Sargeras ended the Imperius Curse, then extended his palm to the old man: "Give back the sea monster's heart."

Chapter 17 Four Legendary Wands

"Is that so?" Elios murmured absentmindedly. "You never even considered stealing my research findings?"

Nightingale calmly told him, "We're just looking for materials. Someone will help us finish making the wand..."

"Who? When it comes to making wands, who can compare to me?" His neuroticism flared up again.

"Wandmaking is an ancient and profound art. Only I can create something that rivals the Elder Wand. Only I can do it... only me!"

A look of madness crossed his aged face: "Who did you hire to make your wands?"

Before the two could answer, he continued with disdain and contempt: "The Ollivander family represents the traditional European faction, which only knows how to stick to the old ways and not how to innovate. If you go to them, you're making a big mistake."

Seeing that the two remained silent, he continued, "That idiot Gregorovich does have some creativity, but his desire for fame and fortune has surpassed that of the wand itself!"

While wands made by Hicoba Wolf of the North American Fusion faction are highly advantageous in terms of natural elemental magic, they are also too limited!

The Adebayo family of West Africa is skilled at combining magic and alchemy, but they rely too much on nature and have forgotten the essence of magic!

Only I, I am the greatest wand maker in the world…

With trembling hands, the old man pulled aside his robes and took out several wands of varying shapes from a swaying leather pouch at his waist. "You're looking for wands, aren't you? Then I'll show you what a true legendary creation looks like..."

He carefully took out the first wand and reverently showed it to the two of them: "It has a cypress wood shaft, a thunderbird tail feather core, and an amber cap containing the remains of an ancient insect. When used to cast nature magic, its effects far surpass those of other wands."

Only one final step remains... injecting the user's blood into the veins will complete the process.

The second wand: "A spine-shaped shaft carved from self-healing yew wood, and a universal core made from the heart tendons of a mountain tyrannosaurus. It still needs to be soaked in the blood of a moon idiot for another year before it is finished. However, although it is still a half-finished product, the defensive magic it casts is already extremely effective."

The third wand: "The shaft is made of twin cherry wood, which is very rare! And the core is made of the hair of two twin unicorns that died in childbirth, making it absolutely rare!"

Undoubtedly a masterpiece, its offensive magic is unmatched... Believe me, I've tried countless combinations, and this is the perfect one...

It was originally missing one last step—the heart of a Norse sea monster—but that's now complete. All that's left is to add a drop of the user's tear, and it will be ready to use immediately…

The last wand, wrapped in velvet, was picked up by Ellios, his tone filled with emotion: "The wand body is made of immortal wood, and the core is composed of three materials—the tail feathers of a Thestral killed by the Killing Curse, the hair of a Snow Fairy driven mad by the Cruciatus Curse, and the spinal cord of a harpy ravaged by the Imperius Curse. The three are interwoven to form the core, which has infinite potential..."

The spiraling thorn patterns wrapped around the staff can store residual magic power from multiple spells. The stronger the user's magic power, the more powerful the spell will be.

It can perfectly adapt to every kind of magic; it is my masterpiece, the culmination of countless hours of effort…

"What it lacks is a master who can absolutely control it!" The old man's pride gradually faded: "No one can control it, at least not yet..."

He looked at the two young men in front of him and said something that surprised them both: "If you can control it perfectly, I am willing to offer all my achievements with both hands."

Sagres picked up the translucent wand of immortal flower wood and immediately sensed its extraordinary nature. He casually cast a few spells, and the immense power astonished him.

The nightingale asked the old wizard, "What constitutes perfect control?"

Old Ellios stared blankly, then suddenly laughed out loud, "Ha, he's done it..." The old wizard's expression turned desolate: "Ordinary wizards would go mad the moment they pick it up, because it amplifies people's desires, making them unable to cast even the simplest spells..."

"Ha...yes...how ridiculous...I created a legendary wand that even I can't use..."

The dark veins had extended to his throat, and his aged body was being rapidly eroded by the intense curse.

He wriggled and pulled out a crystal bottle, collecting a drop of his own murky tear in front of the two of them.

"Take it...all my skills and research results...are yours..."

Sagres and the Nightingale watched him calmly, without making a move.

"I'm begging you... please help me... even just find anyone... as long as the tradition can be passed down..."

Sagres finally nodded, took the small bottle, and said with rare agreement, "It is indeed a brilliant work of art, and it should not have been lost in this dark and desolate ruin with you."

"Ha...right..."

Dark veins were visible on his face. He forced a smile, pointing at the immortal flower wand in Sagrais's hand, his voice trembling with pain: "One last request... kill me with this wand... with that beautiful fire magic..."

Sagress did not respond. Seeing this, the old man earnestly said to him, "I have lived for one hundred and thirty-one years... Countless people have died by my wand... Without a doubt... I am a complete bastard... But for the sake of these wands... please grant me this insignificant request..."

Sagres finally touched the old man's chest with his wand, and a white flame ignited from the tip of the wand, instantly engulfing the old man.

Then he silently waved his wand, and a small pit appeared in the ground. Nightingale threw a few tiny ashes, along with the wand that Helios had used, into the pit to bury it, and Sargeras summoned a floorboard to serve as a tombstone.

The nightingale used her wand to carve words on the floor:

The grave of a wicked man

The end of a legendary wand maker

Later generations,

Never take the Staff of Blood and Bones that belongs to Philk Helios out of greed.

Otherwise you will suffer bad karma!

After completing all this, she stood up and exchanged a glance with Sagrais. "So, we've now achieved our goal?"

“I think so…” Sagres scanned his surroundings; he had actually noticed it long ago.

This is the place foretold in the prophecy. The hidden door to the due north contains their target: some rare materials for making wands, but they are obviously no longer needed at this point.

Sagres put away the Immortal Flower Wood Wand, then handed the Twin Cherry Wood Wand to Nightingale. The other two unfinished wands had also been reserved for their owners.

The matter is settled, time to return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 18 Christmas Eve

Before leaving, Sagres and Nightingale briefly explored the ruins.

This place is clearly steeped in history. The nightingale's boots crunched over the lichen-covered stone bricks, and the glowing tip of its staff startled a swarm of sleeping bronze-winged beetles.

When those thumb-sized magical creatures flapped their wings, they left pale green trails in the damp air, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

"Judging from the style, it is an architectural remnant from the Tudor period."

Nightingale touched the relief on the stone gate, and a vine-like golden thread fern emerged from the relief's eye socket. "It was originally supposed to be a magical plant cultivation area. When Elios renovated it, he hardly touched these plants that survived from the 13th century."

Sagres used his Immortal Flower Wood Wand to lift a dark red plant hanging from the vault, dodging its thorny tentacles.

"Gather what you need, and leave the rest here. I will leave a permanent door key so you can come here anytime."

Nightingale nodded in agreement, her glass medicine bottle already hovering beside her, the small yew wood spoon on the stopper automatically collecting rare treasures.

This site dates back to the Tudor dynasty and contains many rare species; they even discovered two plants listed on the Ministry of Magic's list of functionally extinct species.

This delighted Nightingale, since as a young potion master, she joined the Bronze Feather not because of her expertise in offensive magic, but because of her ability to brew more than ten kinds of high-difficulty potions.

“I will go straight back to Hogwarts,” Sagres said, handing the two unfinished wands to Nightingale. “Apart from the Bronze Feather quest, I shouldn’t be leaving.”

Nightingale nodded and took the wand, then hesitated before speaking, "Sagres..."