HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

“And if you can use the magical resonance of the environment to change the shape of the glowing lights…” He waved his wand, and all the fireflies turned into miniature ravens.

"Then congratulations, you've learned the decoy tactic." The tiny orbs of light kept changing shape, eventually transforming into figures of themselves listening to a lecture on their shoulders.

Sagres looked at the students in the classroom, who were filled with amazement, and nodded with satisfaction.

Any simple spell can be expanded into a great many possibilities. He only realized this when he was almost an adult. Fortunately, it wasn't too late, since many wizards never realize this in their entire lives.

With another wave of their wands, the glowing figures on the students' shoulders stood up and pulled out another glowing wand, releasing an even smaller "fluorescent flash".

Such precise control of magic is by no means simple, and Sagres believes that there are very few people in the magical world who can do it nowadays.

Next, he taught them how to use light to transmit messages and how to separate light to drive away dark creatures.

Even as the class was drawing to a close, the students remained immersed in the dazzling lights.

When get out of class ended, Hermione put the little "herself" on her shoulder into the rune crystal bottle that Harry had given her, and she seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

With a wave of his hand, Sagrais dispelled the darkness in the classroom, and his wand traced a path of light, causing all the shimmering fluorescent orbs to gradually disappear.

"Remember, the most dangerous darkness is never the shadows cast from the outside, but the moment you hesitate when you cast the spell."

Seeing the students' eager ears, he finally waved his wand.

Everyone's textbooks were immediately covered with glowing spell notes—"These are some advanced uses of fluorescent flashing. Due to time constraints, I won't go into detail. Those who want to learn more can take a look."

Before packing up his textbooks and leaving the classroom, he turned back and said, "By the way, the handwriting will only last until breakfast tomorrow..."

Several students immediately picked up quill pens and began copying notes from their textbooks.

After leaving the classroom, Sagres went straight to the library. He had no classes for the next two days, so this would be another rare period of leisure.

With only three months left in the school year, many courses have entered the review stage, and the young wizards have more and more homework. Sagres can often see them buried in their studies in the library.

That's good. It's true that his class doesn't have homework, but other professors have plenty of assignments. It's definitely better to have these young wizards sitting obediently in the library researching than to make them "use their brains" and "waste their energy." After all, no one knows what they might do in the castle.

Chapter 30 The Philosopher's Stone and the Dragon

"Hagrid, is there something you need at the library?" A slightly puzzled question made Sagraeth prick up his ears. He recognized the voice as that of Harry's good friend, Ron Weasley.

"Just browsing..." Hagrid's figure shifted slightly as he hid a few books inside his coat, his tone laced with a hint of cunning. "You probably haven't figured out who Nicolas Flamel is yet!"

“Ha, we’ve known who he is for years,” Ron said smugly. “And we also know what that dog is guarding on the third floor—the Philosopher’s Stone…”

"Shh...shh..." Hagrid almost covered Ron's mouth, "Don't be so loud!"

While he was speaking, he looked around to see if anyone was paying attention.

A strange smile appeared on Sagres's face in the distance. He took out his wand and tapped his ear so that he could hear more clearly.

“Actually, we have some questions for you, Hagrid.” It was Harry’s voice.

"Yes, besides Lucas, who else is guarding the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Shh..." Hagrid didn't want to stay here any longer. He felt these young wizards had no sense of propriety. "Listen, don't say another word! At least not here..."

He squeezed his massive frame out from behind the bookshelf, leaned close to the three young wizards, and whispered, "This is something the students can't know, or Dumbledore will think I've told you all this!"

“There’s no difference!” Ron said blankly. “You practically told us all this information yourself.”

Hagrid covered his face helplessly, no longer trying to communicate with the others, and turned away from the library in a huff.

……

"He seems to have hidden a book in his clothes?" Hermione said, frowning.

"You think it has anything to do with the Philosopher's Stone?" Harry perked up as well.

“I’ll go see what books are on that bookshelf.” Ron put down his homework and walked toward the bookshelf where Hagrid had just been.

A few minutes later, he returned to the wooden table with a large pile of books in his arms.

"Dragons!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide, and said mysteriously to his two companions, "Hagrid is looking for books about dragons!"

He laid the books out one by one on the table: "Wild Dragon Species in Great Britain and Northern Ireland", "Dragon Raising Manual", and "From Egg to Adult Dragon".

“Hagrid did want a dragon. He said that when we first met, but I thought he was joking at the time.” Harry remembered what Hagrid had said when he took him to school.

“But that violates the secrecy law,” Ron said. “According to the Warro Accords of 1709, dragons are XXXXX-level creatures, and it is illegal to keep them without permission, which will be punished by the Ministry of Magic.”

Seeing their nonchalant expressions, Ron added, "Besides, dragons are dangerous. You should know that Charlie was bitten by a wild dragon in Romania."

"But England doesn't have any wild dragons!"

“Who said that?” Ron corrected. “There are ordinary Welsh green dragons and Heside Black Dragons. And the Ministry of Magic has a department—the Department of Magical Creatures Control—with the Dragon Research Division specifically designed to conceal these wild dragons.”

"So what exactly has Hagrid been busy with?"

"Let's go check on his little house later, I'll finish writing soon..."

Sagres listened to the rustling sound of them starting to do their homework and finally put down his wand.

This conversation is very informative. The group first mentioned Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone, and Sagres certainly knew who Nicolas Flamel was.

He knew without even looking it up, because Nicolas Flamel, as the only known maker of Philosopher's Stones, was renowned in the magical world for his superb alchemy skills.

The Philosopher's Stone, a very rare alchemical artifact, can not only turn lead into gold, but also grant immortality.

Of course, whether or not it grants immortality to Sagres remains a question mark, but there should be no doubt that it can greatly extend people's lives.

After all, the fact that Nicolas Flamel and his wife were over 600 years old speaks volumes.

Judging from their conversation, the Philosopher's Stone is currently at Hogwarts?

So Voldemort sent Quirrell back to Hogwarts just to get the Philosopher's Stone? Was it to heal his injuries, or to achieve immortality?

Sargeras thought of many things, though he didn't care at all—Dumbledore would hold the sky up if it fell, and all he had to do was let things take their course; Harry Potter would eventually defeat Voldemort.

He was very confident. Of course, it didn't matter if Harry Potter failed. He wanted to see just how powerful this former Dark Lord was!

Everyone says that Voldemort's mastery of dark magic is unmatched, but Sargeras feels that his achievements in this area are no less than anyone else's.

There is a saying in the magical world that frequent use of black magic will erode the user's mind, causing them to unconsciously fall into darkness.

While he didn't outright scoff at the idea, he was indeed never worried about the influence of dark magic.

His mechanical mind allows him to have absolute control over his emotions, so he has a complete understanding of the state of his soul—which is also the source of his confidence to study dark magic without restraint.

At the same time, because he can regulate his emotions at will, the upper limit of the power of his spells is very high.

This is also common knowledge in the magical world: strong emotions can significantly amplify the power of spells. Although he always chooses to suppress his emotions in battle, it is only because he has not yet encountered an enemy that requires him to abandon reason to face.

As for the other thing that Harry and the others just mentioned—Hagrid wanted to keep a dragon, he thought to himself, is that really a big deal?

He himself knew that there were many spells that allowed people to raise a dragon without anyone noticing.

Of course, the thought of Hagrid's unreliable personality dissuaded him from the idea; the three little ones' concerns were not unfounded.

I spent a few more days without classes in peace.

That day, Sagres had just returned to his office from the library when an owl landed steadily in front of his window.

He opened the letter the other person was holding in their mouth, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Dear Mr. Raven:

I am writing this letter to you from the black market in Ronnie, Belgium—hoping to get your help.

Those cockroaches in underground auction houses always say that astrologers even calculate planetary trajectories when pouring a cup of tea, so this time I need to borrow your unique insights into the ecology of the forbidden forest.

Last month at an underground auction on the black market, I "adopted" a special guest in exchange for three ounces of cursed mithril.

The centaur warrior (who called himself "Leon") had his right foreleg pierced by a black wizard's chain spell, which led to his capture by a poaching party.

I rescued him from the poachers and made a classic deal with him: if I could take him back to the Frost Dew Clan in the northeast corner of the Forbidden Forest, he would interpret a celestial chart for me and give me magical materials worth three thousand Galleons (unique to the Forbidden Forest).

Of course, you know that the Forbidden Forest is no longer the cozy model of the International Convention on the Migration of Magical Creatures—the Ministry of Magic's monitoring of the Bronze Eagles is not only increasingly sensitive, but more troublesome is that the Frost Dew Clan still has the seventeenth-century wizarding siege carved on the cave walls, and every member of their clan harbors great malice towards wizards.

Due to some special reasons, I am also unable to travel to the UK.

So I think that if I could get your help, completing this transaction might not be so difficult for me.

By midnight Friday, if you are willing to help, I will arrange for Lyon to be moved to Hogsmeade Village. In return, here are two pieces of information that you may find interesting:

1. I heard you've always been interested in time converters. Coincidentally, I recently acquired a worn-out time converter while in Egypt, which can serve as a reward for you.

2. The complete copy of "The Creeping Darkness" that you've been searching for is currently lying in the bottom of the Balk family's safe. If you'd like, I can get it and exchange it with you.

A sincere person seeking help

雪枭

On the night of the eclipse

Sagres put away the letter, thought for a moment, and then took out a new piece of parchment to write a reply.

He originally didn't want to get involved, since it involved illegal transactions with intelligent races, but the information provided by the other party was so attractive that he ultimately decided to help them.

The difficulty of this commission lies in obtaining the materials promised by Talion. Centaurs have always been hostile towards human wizards, so getting these proud intelligent beings to hand over magical materials is no easy task.

In addition, he changed the handover address in the letter to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, since Hogsmeade is a wizarding village with many people and eyes and ears, and the Forbidden Forest is obviously safer.

Finally, he handed the letter to the well-fed owl and watched it leave Hogwarts.

Chapter 31 The Fire Dragon Incident (Part 1)

Meanwhile, Harry, Harry, and Metta World Peace were quietly discussing Hagrid in the common room.

So far, the worst has happened.

Hagrid did indeed keep a dragon, and to make matters worse, Malfoy saw the baby dragon hatching.

During this time, Malfoy kept looking at the three of them with a malicious smile, which made them feel a little uneasy.

Fortunately, they managed to calm Hagrid down, who had lost his temper, and persuaded him to entrust the baby dragon to Ron's brother, Charlie.

All they need to do is put the baby dragon into a wooden box tonight and take it to the top of the Astronomical Tower, where Charlie's colleague will take it to Romania on a flying broomstick.

“Don’t worry too much, Hermione…” Harry rarely comforted the anxious little witch. “Once tonight is over, and we’ve safely sent Norbert away, it won’t matter what Malfoy says. Who would believe him?”

“Yes!” Ron nodded emphatically. “These past few days, every time I see Malfoy’s smug, stinky face, I can’t help but want to punch him.”