HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Oh yes, you possess exceptional wisdom, but at the same time, you harbor unparalleled arrogance and aloofness within you.

It's strange that you possess the qualities of all four houses, yet your thoughts are completely contrary to those of each house.

It was a tough decision…

"Let me go to Ravenclaw!"

"Ravenclaw? Well, it does suit you, though you might not be the best fit for it, but since you insist."

"So--"

"Gryffindor!"

The sound of the Sorting Hat jolted Sagles from his reverie on the professors' bench, followed by enthusiastic applause from the long table of Gryffindor.

He looked up and saw that the famous Harry Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor House. The Gryffindor students looked very happy, and a pair of twins were whistling and shouting: We have Potter! Potter is ours!

Sagras raised an eyebrow. It seemed the title of savior was quite popular, even though the other party was only an eleven-year-old child.

His gaze swept across the long table, finally settling on Potter, who turned out to be the bespectacled boy he had met on the Hogwarts Express.

Recalling the other person's reserved demeanor and worn-out glasses, he immediately realized one thing—the other person was clearly not doing well in a Muggle family.

However, Sagres was actually quite relieved.

He understood Dumbledore's reasons for doing so. The old headmaster probably had another reason for sending the boy who had survived the ordeal to the Muggle world, besides protecting him.

After all, everyone in the British wizarding world knew Harry's name back then, even before he could walk or talk.

This baby became famous for something he doesn't even remember. If he were left in the magical world, he would be immersed in immense fame every day.

In such an environment, what kind of person would the young savior become?

He'll probably be an arrogant, conceited, and disliked person.

There are many such examples among pure-blood families, so Sagres thinks the Savior is doing quite well now, except that he seems a little insecure and doesn't seem to have any other bad habits.

Chapter 4 The New Professor and the First Lesson

As starlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the Great Hall's dome, Dumbledore tapped his golden cup. The dancing gingerbread man froze, then slunk back onto his plate under Professor McGonagall's glare.

"Before dinner begins, I would like to explain a few points..." Dumbledore continued, noticing that everyone's attention was focused on him.

“First, Mr. Filch, the castle steward, asked me to tell everyone that all students are prohibited from casting spells in the corridors.” Seeing that no one objected, he continued, “At the same time, you will notice that the notices posted around the castle state that the right side of the fourth-floor corridor is off-limits to all students—without exception.”

"Also, the forest is marked as 'forbidden forest' on the school map, and no student is allowed to enter it because it is full of danger."

“In addition, we are fortunate to welcome two new professors this semester.” The old principal’s blue eyes swept across the professors’ table, and only then did Sagres finally put down his knife and fork.

"The first one is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Professor Quirinus Quirrell."

The man in the purple turban hurriedly stood up, but accidentally knocked over the mead. Just as the spilled liquid was about to soak the book "Curses and Anti-Curses" he was carrying, Sagres frowned and lightly tapped the edge of the table with his finger. The liquid flowed back into the glass and returned to normal in Quirrell's dazed gaze.

Dumbledore continued his introduction: "Furthermore, in light of the Ministry of Magic's new regulations, and in order to enhance the practical skills and theoretical foundation of Hogwarts graduates, the Board of Governors has decided to introduce a new course—Charms Theory and Practice."

As he spoke, he gestured to everyone, “And Professor Sagres Greengrass,” Dumbledore said in a light tone, as if introducing a new flavor of cockroaches, “will be in charge of this new subject, and all students who pass the OWLS exams will participate in this course.”

Upon hearing this, the students reacted in various ways. Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, couldn't help but mutter a sarcastic remark under his breath: "My dad said some people don't even have NEWTs certificates..."

"Keep your voice down!" Crabbe and Goyle, standing beside him, quickly stopped him with alarmed looks. Malfoy was somewhat displeased, but he didn't continue speaking.

Sagles, sitting on the professor's bench, stood up and nodded to the old headmaster. He didn't stop the students' whispers; in his view, those praise or criticisms were meaningless. Suddenly, Noctis the Raven descended from the sky and landed on his shoulder.

"Quiet." A hoarse whisper squeezed out of the raven's throat, like the scraping of rusty door hinges, the eerie scene sending chills down everyone's spine.

At this moment, the obsidian in the beast's left eye glowed with an eerie light, and it still had half a mithril fragment between its beaks.

Sagras raised his hand to stop the madman Lochtis, and then his calm voice reached everyone's ears, "I am Sagras Greengrass. Some of you may know me—madman, scholar, murderer? Call me whatever you want."

His voice held no self-pity, no excuses, only a cold, brutal statement of facts: "You have the right to fear. You have the right to hate. You have the right to question the headmaster and the Ministry of Magic's decisions."

His gaze was somewhat casual, but his voice was undeniable: "But you have no right to slack off in my class. I hope you all understand that."

He finished speaking and immediately sat back down in his seat.

The Great Hall fell silent for a moment, then a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the Ravenclaw table—they were welcoming their former Ravenclaw senior, the once-renowned "Dangerous Genius."

A moment later, the banquet officially began with an announcement from Dumbledore…

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“I think Dumbledore has really lost his mind.” Daphne Greengrass brandished a dinner knife with an exaggerated expression. “He actually let a murderer teach us?”

"What can a half-breed teach? How to brew potions from Mudblood snot?"

Pansy Parkinson curled her lip. "Looks like you have a lot of issues with your cousin?"

"Shut up!" Daphne snapped, like an enraged rooster. "He's a filthy mudblood; the family has already expelled him."

“I think so too, otherwise how come I heard that he personally sent your two uncles to Azkaban?” Malfoy couldn’t help but chime in when he heard their conversation, but he was more gloating than anything else.

"Hmph, Malfoy, don't forget why he was imprisoned not long ago. My mother said he used only one spell to blow five people to smithereens!"

Draco tapped his wine glass with his silver fork. "What your mother said doesn't matter at all, because she can't even tell the difference between a Dementor and a house-elf."

Daphne pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet and slammed it on the long table: "At least she can tell that two of the five dark wizards who were blown up were your father's Death Eater colleagues."

"How dare you..."

"Keep your voices down!" Crabbe couldn't take it anymore. He whispered a fearful warning to the group, "Didn't your elders warn you not to mess with him? After all, he's had the blood of more than one pure-blood family on his hands..."

The long table suddenly fell silent, with only the harsh sound of knives and forks scraping against the porcelain plates.

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After the dinner, in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry and Ron sat by the fireplace talking about the mysterious professor; these days, news of the new professor was everywhere.

Harry stared at the flickering shadows in the fire, his scars throbbing faintly.

He recalled the look Professor Greengrass gave Professor Quirrell at dinner—the same look Uncle Vernon had when he discovered the spider's web in the jam jar.

To be honest, he always felt there was something wrong with this, but Ron said he was just being paranoid.

“That bird was horrible, wasn’t it?” Ron said, slightly exaggeratedly. “I’ve never seen a talking crow before, and its voice was so awful!”

Harry, nestled in his armchair, unusually agreed, "I also found it a bit creepy, but was it really a crow?"

“What else could it be?” Ron said, getting more and more excited. “Making a raven talk must require dark magic.”

"Uh, what is Dark Magic?" Harry asked, having just entered the magical world and having only a vague understanding of these things.

"As the name suggests, it is dark magic, evil magic."

Harry was taken aback. "But I don't think Professor Greengrass is a bad person, and he even fixed your broken trunk on the train today..."

"I know, but the Daily Prophet also said he's killed people!"

"I'll say it again, it's self-defense!" Hermione stormed over, clutching a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"Moreover, that wasn't a raven, but a Nakaferin Raven, a magical creature that can talk from birth!"

Looking at the two silent figures in front of the fireplace, Hermione reminded Ron with a hint of warning, "And you, you'd better not try to talk bad about a professor behind his back, or Gryffindor might lose points because of it."

Without waiting for their reaction, he turned and left.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, their eyes practically brimming with bewilderment. "Who does she think she is? The Minister of Magic?"

"Never mind, Ron, I think Hermione probably idolizes Professor Greengrass."

"Idols? What are those?"

"Uh, something like a spiritual leader."

"Ha, now I understand. It's like the Death Eaters worshipping Mystic."

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The debut of Charms class

Tuesday morning's spell theory class was Sargeras' first class at Hogwarts.

When he entered the Spells classroom in the Ravenclaw Tower with "Introduction to Magic" in his hand, he found that the layout of the classroom had completely changed compared to his student days—the original oak table had been replaced with a circular stone platform, and a new floating crystal prism had been added to the center of the classroom.

He stood on the stone platform, quickly glanced at the students in the classroom, and then nodded. "Very good, everyone is here."

“I think I can skip the self-introduction, but since this is a new course, I have to explain the situation to everyone at the beginning of the course.” Sagres then drew his wand and tapped the podium lightly, and the entire podium rose from the ground and floated into the air.

Ignoring the astonishment of the sixth-grade students, the "Introduction to Magic" in his hand melted into liquid, floating in the air to form a string of constantly changing words—"Theory and Practice of Spells."

"This course only teaches two things: spell theory and spellcasting practice."

Sagras glanced at the students, who were as obedient as quails, and a smile crept onto his lips.

It seems his iron-fisted methods over the years haven't been entirely ineffective. He thought this to himself, but spoke words related to teaching.

"Unlike Professor Flitwick's Charms class, this course does not cover 'Standard Spells'."

The characters composed of liquid also change accordingly.

"The theory of spells can help everyone build a system of understanding magic. By analyzing the historical evolution of spells, it can make you aware of the blind spots in the current teaching system."

Upon hearing this, a Ravenclaw student couldn't help but raise their hand and ask, "But Professor, hasn't the knowledge covered in the Standard Spells been verified by history?"

Without turning his head, Sagres said, “The Standard Spells you are learning now are a product of the spell standardization movement of 1890. It has only been published for 101 years. In the long years before that, magic itself has developed to be quite magnificent.”

"But we..."

“I know what you’re trying to say!” Sagres interrupted her. “Of course I know you all have to prepare for next year’s NEWTs exam, but don’t worry, because this course won’t have any homework, so it won’t add to your already heavy workload. On the contrary, mastering it will only make it easier for you to pass the NEWTs exam, without a doubt!”

As soon as he said there was no homework, the students couldn't help but start whispering among themselves.

"Professor, is it true that there are no assignments for this course?"

A subtle smile played on Sagrais's lips: "Of course not, after all—"

The magic wand traced an arc, and all the doors and windows locked instantly. "Practice makes perfect."

"Do you have any questions before the lesson officially begins?"

A small Hufflepuff boy wobbled as he raised his right hand. "So, Professor Greengrass, is this course just for the exam?"

“Very good.” Sagrais nodded. “That’s the issue you should be focusing on.” He spread his arms and said with a slight smile.