HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

"Who...who are you people?" the Prime Minister asked, trying to remain calm.

"us?"

The wizard chuckled, his wand twirling nimbly between his fingers. "They are a group of people who are about to rule this world. And you Muggles are destined to crawl on the ground."

The Muggle Prime Minister swallowed hard, trying to maintain his dignity. "I will never accept any coercion! That's a crime!"

The lead wizard leaned forward slightly, the tip of his wand flashing with a dangerous light.

“Oh, you will, Mr. Prime Minister. You will cooperate with us very… ‘voluntarily’.”

A slow smile crept across his lips, his tone suddenly turning menacing:

"—Soul leaving the body!"

An invisible force instantly pierced the Prime Minister's will.

His eyes became empty and confused, and after a moment, a stiff and eerie "smile" slowly crept onto his face.

The lead Death Eater tapped the table casually with his wand, producing an unsettling tapping sound.

"I heard that you Muggles recently got your hands on a new weapon from the Americans?"

He added somewhat skeptically, "Something that's supposedly able to attack underground?"

The Muggle Prime Minister, controlled by the Imperius Curse, wore a stiff smile and answered smoothly in a flat tone: "Yes, sir. That's a GBU-28 'Fortress Crusher' bunker buster."

(Note: The GBU-28 is a real U.S. military bunker buster bomb, commonly used to attack underground command posts and fortified bunkers. It appeared as early as the 1991 Gulf War, but it seems the UK did not acquire it. This is just for fun; don't take it too seriously.)

The Death Eater seemed less interested in the technical jargon and more concerned with the practical effects.

"How deep can it go?" he interrupted, and the wand stopped striking.

"According to test data, it can penetrate more than six meters of reinforced concrete or more than thirty meters of ordinary strata, and detonate its 3,000-pound explosive charge after reaching the target."

The Prime Minister continued his curt statement, his eyes vacant.

"Thirty meters..."

The Death Eater repeated it in a low voice, his brows under his hood seeming to furrow.

"So, what about its destructive power?"

He pressed on, a hint of interest in his voice, "How big of a scene would it be if it exploded?"

"Its explosive yield is equivalent to..."

The Prime Minister paused slightly, seemingly retrieving a more precise memory, "...enough to completely destroy a large underground command center, or create a huge crater on the surface with a diameter of more than 20 meters and a depth of about 5 meters. The shock wave and seismic effects could effectively damage a large area of ​​the surrounding underground structures."

A brief silence followed.

The Death Eaters seemed to be processing this information, assessing what these numbers meant on a magical level.

In conclusion, in terms of destructive power alone, this thing is far more efficient than the Explosive Curse.

Chapter 446 The Battle of the Bureau of Mysteries

In the Hall of Prophecy, just as Voldemort was about to speak, Sargeras's lips curled into an almost mocking smile.

He tightened his grip on the divination ball slightly.

"Snap—"

The crystal ball carrying the prophecy shattered, leaving only a pile of dull fragments that fell through his fingers and scattered on the ground.

"You—!" Voldemort's roar and the Death Eaters' screams exploded almost simultaneously.

But Sagles moved faster than they could make a sound.

At the very instant the prophecy orb shattered, his wand shot out like a venomous snake, a condensed red light slamming into the center of the crowd.

"boom!"

The ground cracked open, and shockwaves rolled in.

The powerful shockwave sent several unsuspecting Death Eaters flying, crashing heavily into the prophecy orb rack behind them, causing a series of loud cracking sounds.

In the chaos, Sagres's figure flickered like a ghost among the dense shelves, each swing of his wand accompanied by a deadly spell.

Lockhart screamed and tried to defend himself, but his armor shattered instantly in the face of Sargeras' attack. He was slammed against the wall by a tremendous force, and his fate was unknown.

Lukewood tried to restrict Sargeras's movement with Barrier and Transfiguration Charms, but Sargeras was faster than he could react. A silent Slicing Charm swept past, severing his staff-wielding arm at the shoulder, and blood gushed out!

The battle began without warning and ended just as abruptly.

In just a few breaths, very few Death Eaters were still standing.

Sagres stood before Voldemort, his wand resting steadily on the latter's forehead.

Voldemort's body stiffened, the icy touch on his forehead making him afraid to move.

The surviving Death Eaters were dumbfounded, unable to believe that their all-powerful master had been so easily defeated.

Sagres tilted his head slightly, a knowing glint in his grey eyes:

"Turns out it was an imposter."

He chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over the stunned Death Eaters, his tone laced with sarcasm: "A bunch of pathetic sacrifices. Do you realize you've been used as pawns?"

The few surviving Death Eaters were struck dumb by these words, their eyes darting back and forth between their "master" and Sargeras, filled with astonishment and doubt.

Sagres ignored the group and simply nodded to himself, "Using one enemy to devour another? It seems this resurrection has made you much smarter."

He then changed the subject, "But it doesn't matter, you weren't the main characters tonight anyway."

He seemed to have lost interest in the "Voldemort" in front of him and the remaining minions, his gaze piercing through the layers of prophecy orbs and looking toward the Time Hall.

At the same time, a terrifying suction force condensed from the tip of his staff, and Voldemort let out a scream as his magic was drained in an instant.

The next instant, an invisible wave of energy spread out, sweeping across the entire divination hall.

The expressions on everyone's faces froze as a thin line of blood appeared on the necks of the Death Eaters and quickly spread.

With a series of dull thuds, several heads slid off their necks like ripe fruit and fell to the ground.

"Thump... thump..."

The headless corpses stood still for a moment before collapsing to the ground one after another.

……

Inside the Time Hall, all was silent.

Only the faint sound of the hourglass turning was like the sound of a garment brushing against a marble floor.

A short figure draped in a shadow cloak moved silently among the towering crystal pillars, finally stopping in front of a device shrouded in a thick black cloth.

His thin fingers traced the delicate texture of the black cloth, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

He raised the exquisite brass wand in his hand and waved it gently.

The black cloth slipped down silently like the curtain of night, revealing the sleeping creation beneath—

Before you lies a finely constructed instrument: on a base forged from bronze and mithril, countless transparent tubes intertwine and coil like blood vessels, with glittering golden dust flowing between them.

The sand grains flowed slowly through the conduit, shimmering with a mysterious glow.

The fairy leader took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement that was about to burst from his chest.

He leaned close to the instrument, his wrinkled face almost touching the cold metal surface, his cloudy eyes carefully discerning the etched markings on the base.

When his gaze locked onto a particular mark, his withered lips involuntarily curled into an almost ecstatic smile.

He shakily climbed onto the control panel, stretched out his withered hand, and carefully turned an ivory-carved knob.

The pointer on the dial rotated and finally stopped on a rune that emitted a faint blue light.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the start button in the center with all his might.

A deep hum suddenly came from inside the instrument, and the Sands of Time in the tubes suddenly accelerated, turning into streaks of golden lightning.

The crystal hourglass throughout the Time Hall began to vibrate in unison, and countless timelines intertwined and entangled at that moment.

A moment later, the Time Hall fell silent again.

The fairy leader suddenly opened his eyes and eagerly looked around—the crystal hourglass was still slowly turning on its original track, the marble floor reflected the same cold light, and all the furnishings were exactly the same as before.

"What's going on...?"

He muttered to himself, his withered fingers frantically stroking the surface of the instrument.

Just then, a lazy voice sounded from behind:

"So you wanted to go four hundred years from now."

The fairy leader suddenly turned around, his wand pointing steadily behind him.

Sagres leaned against a crystal pillar not far away, a hint of mockery in his gray eyes: "Not working, is it?"

He walked slowly forward, tapping the instrument's casing lightly with his fingertips, producing two hollow echoes, "because it was originally a fake that I made on a whim."

Looking at the fairy leader who was frozen in place, Sagras's smile gradually turned cold: "Yes, there are always some self-righteous fools who think they can fish in troubled waters."

He paced slowly around the frozen fairy, his voice echoing clearly in the silent hall:

"Now, will you take off your hood yourself, or will I wait until I pull it off your corpse later?"

A brief silence fell between the two.

The fairy leader's hand holding the wand trembled slightly. Finally, he slowly lowered his arm and raised his other hand to the edge of his hood.

With a soft rustling sound as the fabric slipped, a deeply wrinkled face was revealed in the dim light of the Time Hall.

That face was older than anyone could imagine; the skin was like cracked antique parchment, every wrinkle seeming to be etched with the marks of time.

Sagres stared at the completely unfamiliar face, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

His gaze lingered on that face, trying to find any familiar trace in the crisscrossing wrinkles, but to no avail.

This face is too old, beyond the realm of reason, and so old that all the features that could possibly make him recognizable have been erased.

"interesting."

Sagrais's voice broke the silence, "Do we know each other?"