HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Although creating exam questions for the upcoming final exams was not his area of ​​interest, he still put in some effort to ensure that the questions covered all the content of the academic year.

This wasn't difficult for Sagrais, given that his classes were always filled with spells; memorizing such knowledge should have been a piece of cake. The challenge, of course, lay in applying them flexibly, which was precisely what the young wizards lacked.

As the weather grew hotter, the young wizards at Hogwarts became increasingly irritable. This irritation reached its peak, especially after the teachers handed out special quills to prevent cheating.

Harry was plagued by nightmares after returning from the Forbidden Forest. He knew the truth but was powerless to do anything about it and could only watch helplessly as time passed.

Every night as Harry fell asleep, he would think about how Voldemort was gradually regaining his power, and how perhaps one day Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone and offer it to Voldemort, who was waiting deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Once Voldemort recovers, the first thing he'll probably do is come to Hogwarts to take his life.

Harry's mental state deteriorated, and his Gryffindor classmates stopped isolating him, even though most thought he was just suffering from "exam syndrome".

Hermione and Ron kept comforting him, saying that Hogwarts was the safest place in the world, that Voldemort would not dare to break in, and that Snape would never be able to steal the Philosopher's Stone through the trapdoor guarded by Fluffy.

The week-long final exams finally arrived amidst anxious waiting. Sagles was only responsible for the exams for sixth and seventh graders, the content of which he considered quite simple.

"Listen up, everyone. The exam for the theory and practice of the spell is very simple—the practical exam is to grab a test paper, and the theoretical exam is to complete that test paper."

"Professor, I don't understand..." a student asked.

You'll understand soon enough.

Sagres tossed the exam papers into the air, and the parchment transformed into birds, paper cranes, and insects, which flew around the classroom.

"Grab a test paper within two hours, and you pass the practical exam. There are no restrictions on spells, and it doesn't matter whether I taught it or not."

"What if we can't catch them, Professor?" another student asked.

“Then zero.” Sagres found a chair and sat down, adding casually, “Zero for both theory and practice.”

Then he conjured a clock on the blackboard with his wand: "You have... 1 hour and 58 minutes left."

The classroom erupted into chaos.

These exam papers, transformed into tiny, incredibly agile animals, could circle the little wizard several times in a short period. They would also loudly mock any students who tried to grab them: "Fool, you're a wizard! Fool, you're a wizard!"

The young wizards all pulled out their wands, and the classroom was instantly filled with magical light.

Everything was petrified, everyone collapsed unconscious, and a barrage of spells was unleashed. There were also freezing spells, binding spells, leg-locking spells—all sorts of spells were used. Many young wizards didn't even pay attention to the effects; they just kept casting the spells.

Various spells intertwined, plunging the classroom into chaos. Initially, due to the large number of exam papers, many students accidentally grabbed them. Some of the younger wizards, seeing this, went even more berserk, launching an indiscriminate attack.

They used all sorts of their favorite little curses, targeting the densest parts of the exam papers. Some unlucky little wizards were thus struck by the stray spells, but they soon discovered that every time someone was struck by another's spell, the countdown on the clock would decrease by one minute.

The group of unreliable young wizards finally calmed down and began to pay attention to the accuracy of their spells.

Sagrass also rescued a boy struck by a Stunning Curse, a girl struck by "Tarantella Dance," two boys struck by a Petrifying Curse, and a student whose body was covered in boils after being struck by "Hot Flame"...

As the number of test papers in the classroom dwindled, the difficulty of obtaining them increased dramatically, leading some outstanding students to choose to collaborate.

They had a clear division of labor: some people herded the flying exam papers to the corner of the classroom, others used spells to restrict the movement of the exam papers, and still others specialized in using large-scale offensive spells to strike the target.

Although they made some mistakes at the beginning, their teamwork improved significantly after two failed attempts. Finally, the "volley of bullets" used by the eight young wizards was extremely effective, with its attack range covering almost half of the classroom.

Sagrass was quite pleased; it seemed that these underage wizards had learned something useful in their previous practical lessons.

Of course, there were also some fools. For example, a few students completely burned their exam papers by using fire magic such as "Blazing Flames," thus securing their place on Sagrais's list of zero scorers in advance.

Yes, he did say there were no restrictions on spells, but capturing parchment with fire magic... it's not impossible, but it's highly likely only a professor could do it.

Several hours passed quickly. Sagres, holding the parchment exam paper that had automatically flown back into his hand, stood up and left the classroom.

The following morning, a snow-white eagle owl fell from the owl's hut, and Lady Snowowl's letter was found in a small cylinder in the eagle owl's sharp talons.

To the esteemed Mr. Raven:

Your efficiency and precision put even the most seasoned smugglers in Flippant Lane to shame. I hereby present the payment stipulated in the contract and write this letter to commemorate your impeccable commitment to the agreement.

"The Creeping Darkness" has been enclosed with this letter. I hope it will help you unravel the mysteries in your heart and find the answers you seek.

Furthermore, it must be said that this collaboration once again confirms the industry's high praise for you—if there were any "hunting medals," they would certainly belong to you.

As mentioned before, my private collection will always reserve the highest-level trading access for you. If needed in the future, my Crypto Floonet password is "Eternal Night Rainbow".

P.S.: I will reserve the "Bronze Feather" gathering for you until the end of July, and I sincerely hope that you will be able to attend.

Your dear partner

雪枭

In the eye of a storm in the Norwegian Sea

Sagres took out the manuscript from the envelope, and a faint roar came from the parchment, sending chills down one's spine.

The light in the room dimmed, and he had to use his wand to create light in order to see the writing on the parchment.

Each line of text seemed alive, wriggling in the dim light, and a faint, decaying, dark aura permeated the air, quietly resonating with a vague memory in his mind.

Sagrass frowned slightly, tapped his wand lightly, and a flash of light appeared. He temporarily sealed the manuscript to prevent its power from dissipating.

Although he had been eagerly anticipating this manuscript, now was clearly not the time for in-depth study. He should first grade the papers of these young wizards, and then he would have plenty of time to do his own things during the holidays.

Chapter 40 Hagrid's Consistent Performance!

After returning from the Forbidden Forest, he took the time to explain to Dumbledore what had happened there. The old headmaster took it very seriously and ordered Hagrid not to enter the forest again for the time being.

However, Hogwarts faces a problem—the school has always had a partnership with Ollivanders wand shop (Hogwarts provides Ollivanders with materials, and in return, the school offers discounts to newly enrolled young wizards when they purchase wands), and this year, for various reasons, Hagrid has not yet collected enough unicorn tail hair.

So the task of going to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid to collect materials fell to Sagres, who was very unwilling but had no reason to refuse.

"The capable should do more." He kept reassuring himself, almost to the point of casting a confusion spell on himself.

While gathering materials with Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest, he also searched for Voldemort's whereabouts, but found nothing. The Forbidden Forest was too vast, and Voldemort had likely been injured by Weris last time, so he would definitely be hiding even deeper.

The final exams are all over, but the young wizards will need to stay at Hogwarts for another week to wait for their results.

This period was agonizing for some young wizards, such as Harry and Ron. Their grades remained mediocre, and although Hermione had dragged them to study before the exams, there was simply too much to memorize, and they eventually started to give up.

"Ah, this is great! Finally, I don't have to be suffocated by textbooks anymore." Ron lay on the grass, his nose covered in marigold pollen. "This kind of weather is perfect for sleeping."

The three of them hid in the shade of a tree, dappled sunlight casting shadows on the ground, making them feel drowsy. Harry suddenly sprang up from the ground—a jumble of fragments was churning wildly in his mind.

"Hagrid!" He whirled around, the hem of his wizard's robes brushing against the faces of the other two. "We must see him immediately!"

Hermione quickly stood up, supporting herself on her knees. "Are you crazy? Harry, we just finished lunch—"

"Didn't you notice?" Harry's breathing was very rapid, as if he was afraid. "Hagrid longed for a dragon and just happened to get one, but why is that stranger carrying a dragon egg around like that?"

As he ran, he said, "How many people have you ever seen dare to put a dragon egg in their pocket? That's a violation of the Secrecy Law! Besides..."

He suddenly fell silent, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed air. "Besides, getting information out of Hagrid isn't difficult at all! We know that better than anyone, don't we?"

Ron's grin froze on his lips as he looked at the goosebumps rising on the back of Harry's neck and suddenly realized that this was no ordinary impulse.

Sagres and Hagrid had just returned to the cabin from the Forbidden Forest when the trio rushed over.

"Hello everyone!" Hagrid greeted them. "How did your exams go?"

“Smoothly? It couldn’t be worse than this…” Ron had barely finished speaking when he saw Sagrais, and he immediately greeted him politely, “Good afternoon, Professor Greengrass.”

"Hello, Mr. Weasley."

The other two young wizards also quickly greeted them.

“Hagrid, we have an emergency…” Harry glanced at Sacramento.

"Please do as you please, don't worry about me." Sagres said, holding a teacup as he watched Hagrid groom the unicorn's tail.

“Do you remember the night you won Norbert, Hagrid?” Harry suppressed his eagerness and tried to keep his voice steady. “Do you know Norbert’s original owner?”

Hagrid, holding a unicorn tail hair in his hand, answered without looking up, "I didn't even see his face; that guy absolutely refused to take off his cloak."

The three little ones almost simultaneously straightened their backs, their gazes fixed on Hagrid's face like arrows.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s normal…” Hagrid scratched his messy hair. “There are always some weird guys at the Pighead Bar, who knows what they look like.”

“We were playing Blackjack, and to be honest, he had a really good run at first, which made me drink quite a bit. But I won the last round, so Norber was mine…”

"At the time, he was a little reluctant, thinking that I was not capable of taming a dragon. I told him that I didn't even put werewolves or giants in my eyes, and even a three-headed dog was completely under my control..."

"Is he..." Harry's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, "...somewhat unusually interested in Fluffy?"

“Yes…” Hagrid said matter-of-factly, “After all, it’s a three-headed dog. Not many people have seen it, and even fewer have owned one. It’s only natural that he’s interested.”

"Did you say anything else to him?"

"Hey, I just told him not to worry, I'm pretty good at dealing with magical creatures, like Luwei—play some music, and that little guy becomes more docile than a kitten..."

Sagrass sighed upon hearing this, and the three young wizards looked terrified.

"Should I not have told you this?" Hagrid finally realized, but the three young wizards had already turned and run away.

"Goodbye, Professor... Goodbye, Hagrid."

The three little wizards shouted without turning their heads.

"Stop running! Stop right there..."

Hagrid slammed his massive hand on the oak door, sending dust flying from the walls. "Music? What damn music? I didn't say anything..."

“Hagrid, you…” Sagres thought for a long time but couldn’t find the right words to describe his feelings.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"Ha, it's nothing." Actually, he wanted to ask: Did you grow up drinking truth serum?

But it doesn't matter, because Sagres had asked Dumbledore not long ago, and the old headmaster told him that the Philosopher's Stone was perfectly safe.

Furthermore, Dumbledore remained stationed at Hogwarts, and Quirrell, his henchman, was clearly incompetent, constantly hoping that someone else would discover his abnormality and rescue him from Voldemort's clutches.

Voldemort himself dared not venture into Hogwarts, so the Philosopher's Stone is indeed safe and sound for now.

But he had to hurry and search the Forbidden Forest thoroughly while he had the chance; he might just hit the jackpot and find the Dark Lord's trail.

However, that afternoon, Sagress was summoned to Dumbledore's office. The old headmaster said he needed to go to the Ministry of Magic and instructed Sagress to suspend the search for the Forbidden Forest.

Sagres had no objection to this. After returning to his office, he readily picked up the manuscript of "The Creeping Darkness" and began to study it, since he had nothing better to do anyway.

The manuscript of *The Creeping Darkness* was created in the 12th century in the crypt of a now-nameless monastery in Venice. Its author, "Edmund the Blind," was actually a notorious inquisitor in the Muggle world.

During one of the witch-burning ceremonies, he unexpectedly discovered a piece of human skin covered in writing. Edmund spent thirty-nine years in the monastery's underground laboratory to finally complete the manuscript.

When Sagres traveled the world, he saw a rubbing of the manuscript, but he only read the first half at that time.