HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Barnabas Gupta was deathly pale, cold sweat dripping from his temples, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Sagres glanced at him and raised an eyebrow: "It seems Mr. Gufe doesn't like it very much."

"In that case, let's work together to come up with a headline that everyone will be happy with."

He placed the newspaper on his desk, and the letters on it were rearranged once again: "Hogwarts' first practical course in Spells, with controllable risks and remarkable results..."

Barnabas O. Gufé paused for a moment, then nodded frantically in agreement.

Sagres smiled and nodded, "Very good, it seems Mr. Gufe is also very satisfied."

He leaned back in his chair, watching the other man force a smile, and continued with a smile, "Then, I hope Mr. Gu Fei can tell me something else..."

Barnabas O'Gulf's apologetic smile froze on his face, and Sagres's smile gradually disappeared.

"Who exactly asked you to do this?"

The Mind Control technique was activated instantly, and then it easily broke through the opponent's clumsy brain-sealing technique.

“Calbert Flint!” Sagres immediately got the answer he wanted.

However, just in case, he continued to use three variations of the "memory cancellation" spell on the other party—memory reappearance, forgetting and emptiness, and memory weaving.

First, they used "memory reproduction" to obtain details of the other party's meeting with Calbert Flint, and then used "memory weaving" to create a false memory and implant it into the other party's mind.

After completing all this, he Apparated away from the Daily Prophet's editorial office.

The moment Sagres appeared in the Flint family manor, Gargos Carfera in the cellar immediately opened his eyes.

The tall figure raised his head and sniffed lightly, then his orange-yellow pupils suddenly contracted, like a wild beast locking onto its prey.

"Hunters of the Blood Moon Alliance..." Gargo's cruel and cold voice rang out in the darkness, and immediately seven or eight more pairs of eyes gleaming with cold light appeared in the cellar.

"The prey has delivered itself to our doorstep!"

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The three-story Baroque building, a pale gray color, lies nestled deep within the beech forest, with faded silver-green coats of arms suspended atop its cast-iron gate.

This wasn't Sagres' first time here.

Two years ago, he had come here while hunting down an official wanted by the Ministry of Magic, and he remembered the man's name—Leonard Flint.

Without any intention of knocking, Sagres raised his hand and unleashed a blasting spell, instantly blasting a large hole in the heavy iron door. All protective magic was rendered useless in the face of the immense power of the "Rampage Explosion."

An elderly house-elf peeked out from the gap in the iron gate, and upon seeing Sagrais, he immediately jumped out of the hole with a contorted expression.

“What have you done? You filthy bastard…” he pointed at Sagres and cursed, “How dare you vandalize the ancient buildings of the Flint family? Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of the noble Lord Flint?”

The elderly house-elf snapped his fingers angrily, the iron gate opened, and two teams of alchemical golems, armed and clad in steel armor, walked out in orderly fashion.

Sargeras ignored it and fired a Cutting Spell directly at the house-elf.

Just as the spell was about to strike the opponent's neck, a circular shield appeared in front of the house-elf, blocking the rapidly approaching spell.

"Korsian, get out of here..." Calbert ordered the house-elf to leave without turning his head, then waved his wand in the dark corridor, and more steel golems filed out.

“Who do we have here—isn’t this the dangerous individual repeatedly criticized by the Daily Prophet?” Calbert sneered. “What, you’ve come here with your filthy, mud-blooded blood to beg for the forgiveness of an ancient family?”

“Forgiveness is Merlin’s business,” Sagres said calmly, toying with his wand. “I can send you to him.”

Calbert's smile vanished, his wand tip crackling with electricity as he forced back the urge to strike, continuing, "Two years ago you killed my brother, practically destroying the Flint family's entire foundation in the Ministry of Magic..."

"You mean that lunatic who wanted to use his wife's brains to repair the family tree just because she gave birth to a Squib?" Sagles chuckled nonchalantly. "I bet Flint's family tree tapestry is about to be eaten away by the Squib branches!"

“Sagres!” Calbert roared, rising to his feet. “The Flint family’s long bloodline has crushed countless powerful enemies, and you don’t even deserve to be a watchdog in my family’s cemetery!”

"As foolish as ever..."

Sagres paid no heed to the insults. He waved his hand to clear away the poisonous thorns that had grown on the ground, then drew his wand and walked toward the other man.

“You filthy bastard, I must say, you have a lot of nerve…” Calbert’s tone was strange, a mixture of suppressed anger and sarcasm, “Do you think you can walk out of Flint family territory alive today?”

Upon hearing this, Sagres couldn't help but chuckle: "You? You think you can?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cone-shaped beam of light shot rapidly toward Calbert.

"Armor protection!" Calbert hurriedly used the Ironclad Charm to defend himself, but the enormous impact sent him flying until he crashed into the wall and came to a stop.

"Awooo—"

A piercing wolf howl came from not far away. Sagres looked at the werewolf rushing towards him from afar and couldn't help but reveal a strange smile on his face.

"So that's why you dared to cause me trouble. Turns out you have these wolf cubs backing you up..." He walked forward calmly, his immortal flower wand pointing lightly at Calbert, who had fallen to the corner of the wall. "Do you know the saying, 'inviting wolves into the house'?"

Calbert, lying on the ground, did not answer. The violent impact had broken all his ribs, but he still endured the pain and swung his staff to cast a spell.

"The dead are resurrected!" Calbert brandished his wand with a ferocious expression, and the skeletons of Squibs, who had been executed and buried by successive heads of the family, immediately sprang from the ground beneath the withered tree in the center of the back garden.

"Ha." Sagres waved his wand dismissively—"Ironclad Torrent!"

The steel golem that had already raised its weapon in front of him instantly melted into molten iron and flew towards the group of undead creatures that emerged from the ground.

“You should thank me,” Sagles said as they walked. “If I hadn’t killed Leonard, you wouldn’t be the head of the Flint family, would you?”

“Shut up…” Calbert continued to angrily wave his wand, and a green light shot towards Sargeras.

With a flick of his wand, Sargeras conjured a stone wall that blocked the onrushing werewolf and also deflected Calbert's killing curse.

"The headline of the Daily Prophet may be changing tomorrow morning..." He walked unhurriedly, and the stone wall between them slowly disappeared as he arrived.

Finally, Sagres stood before the other man, looking down at him. "What do you think of this title: 'The Flint Family Suffers Werewolf Attack, Head of the Family Calbert Flint Dies'?"

The steel golems and alchemical puppets behind him were all melted into molten iron by the "Ironclad Torrent," and the undead that burst from the ground were also burned to ashes. Sagres looked at the other's terrified face and calmly nodded: "Looks like you don't really like it..."

"But it's okay, as long as I like it!"

He raised his hand and swung his staff, sending a slicing spell hurtling toward the dark corridor. The house-elf, attempting to ambush him, quickly used the Ironclad Charm to defend, but the crimson spell light melted instantly upon contact with the circular Ironclad Charm.

The elderly elf was puzzled by this scene. Then, his Ironclad Spell transformed into countless red blades, which shot towards himself behind the shield like lightning.

"Splash!"

The house-elf named Korthy was cut into pieces and scattered on the ground.

The last glimmer of hope in Calbert's eyes vanished, and he slumped to the ground, his malevolent gaze fixed on Sagrais.

Sagles met his gaze calmly and said emotionlessly, "I bet in three seconds you'll be begging me to kill you..."

"I will never yield to you..."

"Flesh and blood being torn apart!"

"what--"

……

Sagres coldly withdrew his wand: "Looks like I overestimated you. You're a piece of trash who can't even beg for mercy."

With a wave of his hand, he removed the stone wall surrounding the werewolves, and a pack of werewolves leaped down from the cast-iron bridge of Flint Manor, charging at him once more.

A levitation spell hurled the half-dead Calbert toward the oncoming werewolves. The lead werewolf, a tall man, swung its claws at the approaching "obstacle," instantly tearing Calbert in two.

Sagrass raised an eyebrow and calmly cast a spell on the onrushing werewolves: "Reveal your true form!"

A powerful surge of magical energy swept by in an instant, and the pack of werewolves that had been running wildly instantly reverted to human form before crashing heavily to the ground.

"So they're all notorious wanted criminals..." Sagres glanced around and found that he recognized several of them.

The slightly panicked wolf pack quickly regained its composure and, with howls, transformed back into werewolves.

Scafera, charging at the forefront, dripped corrosive saliva from between its fangs, only to crash into a transparent membrane of light three feet from Sagras—not the Ironclad Curse, but a "Mirror Impact."

The towering werewolf was instantly sent flying, and Sagres even calmly revealed the other's identity: "Gargor Scarfera, former interrogator of the Dangerous Creatures Division of the Ministry of Magic, who escaped after being discovered conducting dark magic experiments on werewolf prisoners without authorization, and is now the tactical commander of the Blood Moon Alliance."

Looking at the other person's tall figure, he couldn't help but shake his head. "He's obviously a brainless idiot. Is the position of tactical commander something to be taken lightly?"

Enraged by his words, Gargo howled after landing and charged at him at an even faster speed.

"You're courting death!"

Sargeras coldly said, and a "Sandstorm" sent him flying again, followed by an "Earthbind" that created a patch of rock spikes where the opponent landed.

This time, Gargo was pierced by rocks and turned into a hedgehog, never to stand up again.

At the same time, he dodged three shots of putrid pus to the side, then swung his wand with lightning speed: "Return to its rightful owner!"

The putrid pus immediately flew back from the direction it came from at an even faster speed, hitting the leaping gray-white furry werewolf directly.

The other party screamed and fell to the ground, struggling to transform back into human form.

Sagras pointed to the woman struggling on the ground and continued his unhurried commentary: "Seraphina Bloodscar, a healer from St. Mungo's, is obsessed with developing a new plague combining wolfsbane and magic potions. She volunteered to join the Blood Moon Alliance to obtain live experimental subjects."

He raised his eyelids slightly: "I heard you cultivated a parasitic plant using werewolf saliva that can grow on the vocal cords of victims, causing them to scream and eventually die?"

Before the other party could answer, a "Crimson Tear" ended her suffering.

Then he turned and waved his wand at the iron-cast bridge in the distance, and the heavy steel instantly came to life as a giant python, writhing wildly as it joined the battle.

A werewolf leaping from the second floor toward Sargeras was caught off guard and sent flying by the snake's tail.

At this moment, Sagres continued to say: "Grumado Block, an alchemist's assistant who came from a Squib background, killed his savior in order to follow Fenrir in fighting against magical discrimination."

He pulverized it with a single "Shatter to pieces" spell, then relentlessly waved his wand—"Disorderly Reconstruction!"

Before the curtain on the left, torn apart by another werewolf, could even touch the ground, the scattered velvet fabric immediately reformed into a barbed net, trapping it in mid-air.

"Tik and Toppak, twin werewolves, deformed conjoined twins, who liked to carve two-headed wolf marks on the corpses of their victims..."

He raised his wand, and a cone-shaped "Boom Blast" shot out from the tip, blasting the two-headed werewolf so badly that blood gushed from its mouth and nose, and its internal organs were shattered.

Only then did Sagres realize that he had stepped into a swamp of pus and blood, and blue flames were burning where the blood had stained the ground.

He waved his wand dismissively: "Frostfire Reversal!"

The flames immediately receded from beneath his feet, quickly swirling back into the wolf pack along the swamp of blood.

Frost magic froze the werewolf's legs into ice sculptures, while fire magic burned and rotted its flesh.

The remaining five werewolves were so terrified by Sargeras's series of attacks that they turned and fled in terror.

"You can't escape..." The wand lightly touched the giant steel python, and the huge snake's body instantly melted into molten iron, rapidly impacting the remaining people.

Upon seeing this, the two werewolves who had fled first decisively dispelled their werewolf forms and drew their wands to perform Apparition.

But Sagles is faster.

"Displaced and reversed!"