HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

The werewolves who had just used Apparition to disappear reappeared in mid-air, only to have their bodies torn into pieces and scattered on the ground by the forced interruption of Apparition.

Sagrath's expression grew increasingly calm. He stepped over the splattered wolf fur and approached the dying Gargo Scarfella, pointing his wand at the man's forehead and coldly saying, "Give my regards to Fenrir..."

A subtle ripple swept by, and Gargo, who was hanging on the rock spikes, was completely turned into a corpse.

Turning to look at the Flint family's vast estate, Sagles calmly controlled the torrent of steel as it crashed into all the buildings.

The ancient Baroque building was quickly ravaged by magic, but in order to completely remove the magical images inside, Sargeras stood at a distance and released a second ancient war spell.

"Meteor Summoning!"

The sky suddenly changed color as a huge burning meteorite pierced through the clouds and crashed down with intense wind pressure.

This is a remnant of the war between giants and wizards. Like "Ironclad Torrent," both belong to the category of war magic centered on high-efficiency killing, area destruction, and strategic control. They have now been listed as forbidden magic by the International Wizarding Federation.

Looking at the almost completely destroyed building, Sagres muttered to himself, "There are only a few members of the Flint family left. I hope you've learned your lesson!"

Chapter 28: Could he be expelled?

When Sagres returned to Hogsmeade via Apparition, it was still not dark.

He first went to the tavern for a while, which was unusual for him, before slowly walking towards Hogwarts Castle.

On his way back to the castle, he saw a furtive figure. The person had covered himself up very well with various things, but as they passed each other, Sagres still realized who the person was—Quillo!

After all, the strong garlic smell was too obvious, and all the pretense seemed pale in comparison to this flaw.

However, Sagres ignored it; it was Dumbledore's business, or rather, it was a task Dumbledore had given to Snape, and it had nothing to do with him.

There's a Quidditch Academy Cup match tomorrow, and just like last time, Professor McGonagall has already invited him to watch the game. Although he's still not interested, he hasn't refused either.

The next day arrived quickly, and a message from the Daily Prophet swept across the campus.

The Flint family's estate, one of the 28 sacred pureblood families, was attacked by werewolves last night.

This news caused quite a stir at Hogwarts, with many Slytherin students discussing it privately, since their Quidditch captain, Marcus, was a member of the Flint family.

Reports about Sagrais's teaching methods were almost entirely ignored, and he was happy to see this outcome; nothing was more comfortable than teaching quietly at Hogwarts.

I watched the game leisurely at the Quidditch stadium without any incidents, not only because Dumbledore was there, but also because Harry Potter played a significant role.

He caught the Golden Snitch less than five minutes after the match started, ending the game.

Sagres was in a good mood, which indirectly saved him a lot of time.

He therefore spoke a few words to Harry alone after the match.

“I’m glad you didn’t get lost in that mirror.” Sagles patted Harry on the shoulder. “You played exceptionally well today. I hope that in the future matches I’ll be watching, you can win as quickly as you did today.”

"Thank you, Professor Greengrass..." Harry blushed slightly with excitement.

Just as they were about to continue talking, Dumbledore called Sagrais away, instantly ruining Sagrais's good mood.

When he arrived at the headmaster's office, he found that Dumbledore wasn't alone; Professor McGonagall was also there.

The headmaster and vice-headmaster of Hogwarts were talking to him at the same time... so what's going on?

Without thinking too much, Sagres casually conjured up a chair and sat down.

“Sagres, I called you here because I want to ask you something…”

The headmaster glanced at Professor McGonagall beside him and said solemnly, "This matter concerns whether you can continue to be a professor at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened upon hearing this, and she covered her mouth in surprise. In contrast, Sagrais remained calm, only slightly narrowing his eyes.

Professor McGonagall: "Albus, you called me here..."

“Minerva, inviting Sagles back to Hogwarts was a decision we made together.”

Dumbledore explained to her, "And as the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts, it is up to the two of us to decide on this matter."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned his head seriously: "Sagles, you must tell me, what happened to the Flint family and whether you have anything to do with it..."

Professor McGonagall was even more surprised by the question. She blurted out instinctively, "What are you talking about? Albus, what does this have to do with Sagrais? Isn't it because of werewolves...?"

“I’m afraid it’s not just because of werewolves, Minerva…” Dumbledore looked at Sacramento and said seriously, “This might be a murder, Sacramento. I think we need to know the truth!”

“Well… before that, I have to ask you something!” Sagres squinted at the old man behind the desk, his tone curt. “Are you interrogating me?”

“Don’t say that, Sagrais, I believe in you no matter what,” Professor McGonagall said to him firmly.

He turned to Professor McGonagall and nodded calmly. "Yes, I admit that this matter is directly related to me..."

Ignoring Professor McGonagall's wide eyes, Sagrais continued, "But there's something I don't understand, Dumbledore..." He leaned back in his chair, his right hand constantly stroking the immortal flower wand inside his wizard's robes.

"If you respect the law, why didn't you stand up and tell everyone the truth when the Daily Prophet smeared me?" Before the old man could answer, he continued, "And if you acknowledge power, why did you use the law to suppress me when I was seeking justice for myself?"

"Am I being weak and easily bullied? Or do you have a prejudice against me?"

Sagles stated without hesitation, "And to tell you the truth, I've killed at least eighty to a hundred people. But I have a clear conscience, because each of them deserved to die!"

He stared straight at Dumbledore, his eyes calm and indifferent.

“In any case, this is not a reason for you to take a life, and I will not allow a murderer to teach my students…” Dumbledore’s tone was calm and unhurried, but his words left no room for argument.

Silence fell over the office until Sagles spoke again.

“Yes, yesterday I went to the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, and Barnabas Gough told me that Calbert Flint threatened to publish defamatory reports about me, so I went to the Flint family's territory afterward…”

Professor McGonagall was speechless with surprise, while Dumbledore questioned her seriously, "And then you killed him?"

“I’m sorry to disappoint you…” Sagres remained unmoved: “This kind of idiot, born of inbreeding, a piece of trash whose mind is filled with family honor and bloodline supremacy, doesn’t deserve to die by my hand!”

"Who killed him?"

“Why don’t you look it up yourself, Principal?” Sagres said bluntly.

“Don’t do this, Sagrais, I know you would never do such a thing without a reason…” Professor McGonagall reassured him.

"Ha!" he sneered. "Do you know what spell Calbert used on me?"

“A killing curse!” Sagres said calmly. “And in the flowerbeds of his estate, at least thirty executed duds are buried!”

The two headmasters opened their mouths, but Sagrais ignored them and continued, "To kill me, he didn't hesitate to collude with the werewolves of the Blood Moon Alliance, and even used necromancy to desecrate the corpses of those innocent victims..."

"I want to ask, shouldn't someone like that die?" he said coldly. "Even if I did kill him, what difference would it make?"

“Nevertheless, we should not resort to vigilante justice, but let the law judge him.” The old principal’s expression softened considerably.

“Law? If the law were useful, they should have been tried long ago when they executed the first Squib,” Sagres scoffed.

"So it was those werewolves who killed him?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

He nodded: "Yes, Gargo, the tactical commander of the Blood Moon Alliance, killed him."

"But aren't they allies? Why are they..."

"They were allies before you became werewolves, but not anymore after." Dumbledore had pretty much figured it out, and he said with some emotion, "I want to apologize to you, Sagrais, I misunderstood you..."

“But I’m sorry, I can’t forgive you.” Sagres stood up and said expressionlessly, “So if I am ever wrong, don’t expect me to surrender.”

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the office. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore exchanged a glance and remained silent for a moment.

“I don’t think he’s done anything wrong,” Professor McGonagall broke the silence and said seriously. “You’re being a bit too harsh on him, Albus. You’re only leading him down the wrong path.”

"Is that so, Minerva?" Dumbledore murmured to himself, seemingly lost in thought. "But he's too young, and he's grown up too fast. If someone like that gets out of control, the consequences will be worse than ten Voldemors!"

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth; she hadn't expected Dumbledore to say such a thing.

"The mysterious man wouldn't bother with a pureblood for a few Squibs."

The portrait on the wall finally couldn't help but interject, and Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

Chapter 29: Lectures and Visiting the Library

It was early March, and since auditing classes were allowed, Sagrais's courses had become increasingly popular at Hogwarts.

As soon as he entered the classroom with his textbook, a group of students surrounded his messenger Loctis, bombarding him with all sorts of questions.

The raven on the lectern, annoyed by the noise, simply flew up to the ceiling and refused to come down.

After discovering that Loktis was not in danger, the students became much bolder. They dared not bother Sagrais, so they went to cause trouble for his messenger instead.

There were still many people in class today, even some first-year wizards. Sagres didn't know many of them, but he noticed that Harry and his two friends were sitting in the front row, staring intently at the blackboard.

Harry and Ron felt that coming to audit Professor Greengrass's class was the wisest decision they had ever made, although they seemed to have forgotten that Hermione had initially coerced them into coming...

They all learned a lot from this course, and although there were some spells they hadn't learned yet, it still helped them a lot with their regular studies.

Harry also bought three sixth-year students' crystal bottles through the Weasley twins. These three small bottles cost him a total of seventeen Galleons. Although he was never short of Galleons, he still felt a little pain in his wallet.

However, he changed his mind after getting the item. The rune crystal bottle made by Professor Greengrass was very useful. Harry would secretly fill it with food every time he ate in the Great Hall and then share it with his Gryffindor friends when he returned to the common room.

Honestly, every time he enjoys a delicious late-night snack in the middle of the night, he feels that the money spent is well worth it.

Harry also gave one to Ron and one to Hermione. Ron filled his bottle with butterbeer (against the rules), while Hermione used it to hold books from the library.

Sagles walked into the classroom, put down his textbook, and began lecturing immediately, without any preamble or preamble.

"Today we're going to learn about the distribution of magic nodes in 'Fluorescent Blink'..." He placed the textbook on the table, snapped his fingers, and the classroom was plunged into darkness.

"Now put away all your silly fantasies—the fluorescent lights are not ambient lights in a romantic story, but the first line of defense against the darkness."

A few soft laughs came from the dark classroom, but then the fluorescent lights of Sagres illuminated the entire classroom.

"The core of the spell lies in 'control' rather than 'creation'."

The ball of light at the tip of the wand suddenly split into a swarm of fireflies, which landed on the shoulders of the astonished students.

Cedric of Hufflepuff couldn't help but raise his hand and ask, "But Professor, the book says..."

"The textbook was written two hundred years ago." The firefly on Cedric's shoulder shattered into fragments of light, which landed on his desk and imprinted several glowing words: No questions allowed for observers!

Cedric scratched his head awkwardly, and his deskmates on either side couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

“Let me reiterate—I rarely ask questions in my classes, so there are almost no extra points.” He glanced at the students sitting obediently and said calmly, “And because you are auditing classes at different grades, your learning progress will also differ somewhat…”

Many younger students haven't learned many spells, but the spells he talks about in class cover all the content up to the OWLS exam, which means that some of the content he talks about is something that younger students haven't learned at all.

“But that’s a problem for you to consider…” Sagres continued waving his wand without turning his head, “Fluorescence is a very simple spell, but its uses are wide-ranging—to banish darkness, to blind with flashes of light, to contact teammates…”