HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Sirius made a quick decision, grabbing Harry and running towards the headmaster's office.

They practically burst through the entrance guarded by the stone beast, panting as they rushed up the spiral staircase.

Fox raised its head and let out a soft chirp.

Dumbledore was standing by the window. Hearing the noise, he turned around, and his blue eyes sharpened immediately when he saw the panicked expressions on the two people's faces.

"Albus!"

Sirius Black spoke first, "During Harry's Divination exam, Trelawney went into that state again, and she made a prophecy—"

Harry took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and repeated the ominous prophecy as clearly as possible.

Dumbledore listened quietly, his expression extremely solemn.

When Harry spoke of “rebirth,” his gaze behind his half-moon spectacles became incredibly profound.

"Unicorn blood... venom of a molting serpent..."

Dumbledore murmured, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. "This sounds like some kind of ritual magic..."

Just then, the office door was silently pushed open.

Professor Sagrais and Professor McGonagall were standing there, seemingly there to discuss something with Dumbledore, and happened to overhear the last few sentences.

Sagrath's gaze swept over the still-shaken Harry and the stern-faced Sirius, finally settling on Dumbledore.

"what happened?"

Sagres's voice remained calm as always, but a hint of alertness flashed in his gray eyes.

“Sybil made a prophecy,” Dumbledore said in a low voice, “about tonight, about Tom, who may be carrying out some kind of resurrection ritual.”

Sagres listened in silence, his face expressionless, but the air around him seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

He didn't even ask about the specific content or veracity of the prophecy, because those few key elements were enough to make a judgment.

Without any hesitation, without asking a single unnecessary question.

Before Harry and Sirius could even fully react, Sagrais had already turned around decisively.

The next second, a piercing crackling sound erupted in the air!

His black robe billowed violently, and his figure instantly twisted and compressed, as if he were sucked into an invisible vortex and completely disappeared from the spot.

He used Apparition right there in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, his destination clear and unambiguous:

Albania.

……

Deep in the forest, the branches of towering ancient trees twist and tangle, like countless desperate arms reaching towards the sky.

A piercing crackling sound shattered the deathly silence.

Sagres suddenly appeared in a clearing in the forest, where the humus layer beneath his feet barely sank.

Without the slightest hesitation, a thick, almost tangible shadow surged forth from beneath his black robe.

His figure twisted and swelled in the darkness, and the next second, an unimaginably huge raven shadow suddenly soared into the sky above the forest.

The forest beneath him transformed into a vast, undulating black ocean.

Sagres surveyed the vast area at an astonishing speed, his enormous shadowy crows swooping back and forth over the forest, focusing on the valleys, streams, and dense woods.

Time ticked by in the tedious search.

Sargeras examined several caves and valleys, and even traced faint remnants of dark magic, but all were ultimately proven to be the work of insignificant dark creatures such as Grindylow or the Red Sweater.

The prophetic scenario does not appear to have played out in any corner of this region.

Just as he reappeared beside a murky stream, determining his next search direction—

call--!

A huge boulder, about half a person's height and with sharp edges, came hurtling towards him from the dense forest to the side with incredible speed and force, accompanied by a fierce wind!

The attack came extremely suddenly and relied entirely on physical force, almost completely circumventing conventional magical warnings.

Sagres's figure blurred for a split second as the boulder grazed the hem of his robe and crashed down where he had just stood, sinking deep into the mud and splashing up large amounts of decaying leaves and mud.

Sagles's icy gaze instantly locked onto the source of the attack.

A tall, muscular, elderly giant roared out from behind the trees.

His face was ferocious, his skin rough like tree bark, his body smeared with dirty paint, and he exuded a strong stench and a violent aura.

Seeing that his first strike had missed, he roared angrily and bent down to grab another stone.

But Sagles did not give him a second chance.

He didn't even use any complicated spells. He simply calmly raised his wand and aimed it at the giant's body.

"Rampage Explosion!"

A thick, blinding red light burst forth instantly, striking the giant's chest precisely.

boom!

Its massive body instantly shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions with a deafening roar.

Giants' extremely high magic resistance is meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Sagrais's gaze did not linger on the giant's remains for even a second, but instead swept towards the direction the giant had charged out.

There was a cave entrance emitting a strong, foul stench. Around the entrance, the bones of various creatures were scattered, piled up like a mountain. Among them, several smaller skeletons, still draped with tattered clothing, clearly belonged to humans.

Further away, there were even two or three human female corpses that had begun to decompose, lying carelessly, a truly gruesome sight.

His gaze finally fell on an extremely large rock at the cave entrance, which appeared to have been moved there by someone to block it.

From behind the rocks, a very faint sobbing sound could be heard.

With a wave of his wand, the boulder was silently moved aside like a lightly stacked block, revealing a narrow, dark cave behind it.

Deep inside the cave huddled a young woman who was barely clothed.

She was covered in filth, her eyes were empty and unfocused, and the long-term inhuman torture had left a deep mark on her.

Hearing footsteps and approaching light, she simply shrank back in terror, letting out broken sobs, on the verge of collapse.

Sagles looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes showing neither pity nor disgust.

He stepped forward, ignoring the woman's flinching, and immediately activated Legilimency. However, all he could capture were blurry fragments intertwined with chaos and fear.

Without hesitation, he gently touched her temple with the tip of his wand.

"Memory reappearance".

He carefully examined the shattered fragments of her memory, like piecing together pages of a torn diary, eventually extracting her hometown and name.

Without hesitation, he waved his wand again.

"Forget everything and it's all empty."

The fear and unease in the woman's eyes vanished completely, replaced by utter bewilderment.

Then, Sagres began to weave his memories.

Strands of silver light flowed from the tip of the wand, slowly seeping into her mind.

Sagres constructed a simple yet complete story for her: a simple memory of getting lost, collapsing from exhaustion, and finally being rescued and taken home by a kind-hearted forester passing by.

After doing all this, he glanced at the woman's tattered clothes, tapped his wand lightly, and instantly transformed them into a set of old, coarse cloth clothes.

Then, he directly Apparated the woman, and the two figures twisted and disappeared from the filthy and terrifying cave in an instant, being sent in the direction of her "home" in her memory.

A few seconds later, Sagres reappeared in the same spot.

He glanced at the giant's remains and the lair, then turned and vanished into the sky as if into a shadow once more.

This was just a trivial little incident.

This enormous giant may simply be a former chieftain who was driven out of the tribe, and his abduction of these Muggle women was probably just for the purpose of procreation.

As for communication?

Sargeras only knew a few words of Giantsman, and there was no need for communication at all.

Most giants were inherently brutal. Although they primarily fed on large wild animals such as moose, humans never disappeared from their diet over the millennia.

Chapter 268 Poachers

Deep in the dense forest, a suspicious poaching team is cautiously making its way forward.

The leader was an elaborately dressed, sinister-looking demon who was issuing commands in a shrill voice.

Beside him stood three fierce-looking human dark wizards, wands gripped tightly in their hands, warily scanning their surroundings.

Most conspicuous were the four Muggle men at the front of the group, their eyes vacant and their movements stiff. Each of them held a double-barreled shotgun, its thick muzzle gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, undoubtedly posing a deadly threat to an unsuspecting wizard.

In the center of the group was a cage reinforced by magic, inside which a thunderbird was constantly cowering.

Its beautiful feathers were stained with blood. Several bulging magic bags were piled up nearby, clearly containing other unfortunate "spoils of war".

Just then, the bushes on the other side shook violently, and a sharp shout with an accent broke the oppressive atmosphere in the forest: "Drop your weapons! Release the Muggles immediately!"

A young couple suddenly rushed out, followed by a middle-aged man holding a magic wand.

All three were dressed in practical dragon-skin jackets, with a sleek design. The boy held a wand, looking tense; the girl stared intently at the hunting rifles, pointing her wand at the goblins.

"It's you hyenas again, haunting me! You sure do have a good nose!"

The fairy sneered, her voice shrill and grating, "Kill them! They'll be perfect fodder for our 'cargo'!"

The two dark wizards grinned and raised their wands, while the four Muggles controlled by the Imperius Curse stiffly raised their shotguns like puppets, pointing the heavy muzzles at the two young men.

"Fainting—" Aidan hadn't even finished chanting the spell.

"Bang! Bang!"

A deafening gunshot suddenly rang out, and lead bullets whistled past the tree trunks around them, sending splinters flying.

The powerful impact turned the three American wizards pale, forcing them to scramble behind a tree—the Ironclad Charm might not be able to completely protect them from direct fire from such a large-caliber shotgun.