HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

He had found these two spells in the Greengrass family's library; they were originally designed to create an "unending army of slaves." But with the decline of the Greengrass family, they had long been forgotten.

At first, Sagres also thought they were not very useful, but after a chance try, he was pleasantly surprised to find that they were surprisingly effective at refreshing people.

However, overuse of these two spells can lead to mania and emotional breakdowns. But if you can control yourself to sleep only once every ten days, the side effects are almost negligible.

Especially after he created the mechanical mind, the side effects of these two spells became even less of a problem for him.

As Sagres left the library and was about to go to the Great Hall for something to eat, Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, approached him.

"Please come to the principal's office. Password: Toffee."

The note Fox was holding read this.

Sagres pursed his lips, first getting some pies from the house-elves, then eating them as he walked towards the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The stone beast slowly spun open, and Sargeras' black robes swept across the flickering candlelight on the spiral staircase. Dumbledore sat beside the phoenix perch, his fingertips tracing the crimson patterns flowing across the Philosopher's Stone.

"Good afternoon, Sagrais..." The old headmaster's moon-shaped spectacles gleamed with pleasure. "Do you think I should add a few more medals to Hogwarts' list of merits?"

Sagres picked up a drink from the tray, examined it carefully, tapped the rim of the cup, and replaced the mead in the cup with coffee.

"Give it to the three of them, Potter?" He sipped his coffee and asked casually. "It seems you don't blame them for acting on their own."

“Sagres, though I am an old man, I was young once too,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “The three of them are indeed a bit reckless, but they are not bad by nature and have great potential.”

"Do as you please, you're the principal..." Sagres said indifferently, "Did you call me here just to talk about this?"

The Philosopher's Stone in Dumbledore's hand suddenly floated to the surface, casting a dazzling light between the two. "Of course not, there's more to it than that..."

Looking at the glowing magic stone, the old headmaster said with emotion, "The miracle of immortality that has lasted for more than six hundred years is finally going to return to dust."

He sighed and said, "After discussion, Nico and I both believe that destroying the Philosopher's Stone is the best option."

“Destroy it?” Sagres’s expression finally turned serious. “Niccolò Flamel agreed to that?”

Dumbledore nodded.

"Wouldn't he and his wife both die?"

“Everyone dies, Sacramento…” Dumbledore said with a smile, “Death may seem strange and terrible to young lives like yours. But Nicolas and Perenaar have long seen through it—death is nothing more than a peaceful sleep after a long journey. And for true wise men, it is a completely new and magnificent adventure.”

"But……"

"But it's not what you imagined, is it?" The old headmaster's smile deepened. "You think everyone is unable to resist the temptation of immortality, especially after they've already tasted it."

Sagles didn't speak, because that was indeed what he thought.

“You are very intelligent, Sagres…” the old headmaster said with admiration. “Of all the young people I have ever met, none are more intelligent than you.”

The old man was very serious; there wasn't a trace of joking in his eyes.

"But similarly, you are too arrogant... You look down on each of us to the core. Although you hide your condescending attitude very well, I can still see it..."

"I think you've misunderstood. I didn't..."

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Sagrais from refuting him, and said seriously, "You may not have realized it yourself, but I can see it—it's not based on magic, but on something unrelated to magic that has accumulated over the past hundred years—something that Muggles call 'life experience'."

Sagres suddenly fell silent; he couldn't utter a single word.

For a fleeting moment, he even thought the old headmaster had used Legilimency on him again, but reason told him—no. After all, since the third year, no one had been able to break through his Occupational Technique without him noticing.

But as Dumbledore said, he himself had never realized this problem before. For over twenty years, he had thought himself sufficiently humble, studious, and polite…

But what's the reality?

In reality, he always maintained the mindset of a time traveler, looking down on others. He was always smug about having a cheat code.

In his eyes, everyone in this world was nothing more than "natives".

Although he never showed it, it was a fact, deeply rooted in his heart.

The old headmaster looked at the silent Sagrais and spoke gently, "I don't know what you've been through, Sagrais... Perhaps you've seen breathtaking scenery that no one else has ever seen, or perhaps you've mastered mysterious magic that no one else possesses... But I must tell you, none of these are reasons for arrogance. If you continue to look down on others like this, one day you will stumble and fall because of it..."

The old headmaster said earnestly, "Just as you think, no one can resist the temptation of the Philosopher's Stone. But in fact, Nico and his wife were already prepared. They are no less intelligent than you, and even more courageous in action..."

“I understand…” Sagres nodded. “Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival; arrogance is.”

"Ah, what a philosophical statement..." The old headmaster laughed heartily, appearing quite pleased.

Sagres thought to himself, "Of course, but that's not what I said."

“But there is one thing, Headmaster… I don’t think destroying the Philosopher’s Stone is a good option.”

The old headmaster was somewhat surprised to hear this: "Oh? Why? Have you also become interested in immortality?"

Sagres shook his head: "That's not my path! I just feel that it would be a great pity to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, as the pinnacle of alchemy. After all, it's the only Philosopher's Stone in the magical world, and perhaps it can guide future generations in some ways."

“But every piece of it could give birth to a new Tom Riddle,” Dumbledore sighed. “And you know how it corrupts the heart, after all, it’s the elixir of immortality—such a tempting word…”

"Then put it in a safer place than Gringotts, and put this secret into a mind that no Legilimency master can find."

"what do you mean……"

“I mean, carry it with you,” Sagles said seriously. “Just put it in your pocket… believe me, it won’t take up much space, and nobody in the world will ever bother with it.”

The old professor remained silent for a moment, then gently placed the bright red magic stone on the table.

“But I think this is a problem, after all, I’m already quite old…” Dumbledore sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice, “How many more years do you think I can keep it?”

“It’s just a suggestion…” Sagres avoided the old man’s question, speaking calmly, “I won’t stop you. I simply believe that destroying it would be a loss for the magical world.”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow; this was indeed an angle he had never considered before. "Nicole and I will seriously consider your suggestion."

Sagles nodded, and was about to get up and leave when a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, making him stop in his tracks. "I forgot to ask earlier, who is this Tom Riddle you mentioned?"

"Ah, you just met last night..." This time, Dumbledore wore a mysterious smile and did not answer directly.

“You mean… Voldemort?” A surge of intense curiosity welled up in Sargeras’s heart.

The old principal smiled and nodded.

“You know him very well?” Sagres sat down again, filled with doubt about Voldemort’s state.

The old man behind the desk fell into a brief moment of contemplation before slowly replying, "I wouldn't say I understand him... although I've been trying to understand him."

"So, his condition..."

Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't know either. I don't understand why he's still alive... Of course, maybe it's no longer 'alive'."

The old man behind the desk was lost in memories. His deep blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses seemed to have transcended time and seen what was happening back then.

"Tom, Voldemort... He desperately wanted immortality and paid a heavy price for it." Dumbledore's voice was deep and resonant, as if it came from the distant past. "But because of this, he went further than anyone else on the path to immortality."

Sargeras was lost in thought. He had always believed that true immortality did not exist in the world, at least not in the history he knew.

Otherwise, how could he have never heard of anyone who had truly achieved immortality?

Nicolas Flamel?

A lifespan of over six hundred years, while long, is far from immortality.

Moreover, it was a life sustained by a potion made from the Philosopher's Stone, not by powerful magic.

He had met Nicolas Flamel in person, an old man in his twilight years whose death had been delayed by the elixir of immortality, but which had not stopped his body from aging.

It merely granted him a state of immortality.

“By the way…” Sagres suddenly spoke up, his tone serious, “Could you give me a small bottle of the elixir of immortality? Just a small bottle.”

He did not intend to take it himself; he had made it clear that that was not the path he was pursuing.

“Only Nico has that thing…” Dumbledore’s gaze refocused on him, with a look of inquiry. “Of course, I can ask for you, but first you have to tell me your purpose.”

A scrutinizing gaze came from behind Dumbledore's glasses.

“Well, I can say that I will not take it…” Sagres hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to be honest, “I need to use it to exchange for something.”

The old headmaster remained silent, simply watching him and waiting for his explanation.

"Uh... a time converter, an unregistered time converter because it's broken."

Sagles's tone was nonchalant; it was just a personal matter for him, and being rejected wouldn't be a big deal.

Upon hearing his words, the old principal's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"I'll ask Nico for you."

Thank you.

"Well, I don't think he'll refuse you, after all, you protected the Philosopher's Stone this time..." Dumbledore's words were filled with certainty.

Before Sagrais could speak, Dumbledore continued solemnly, "But I must warn you, Sagrais..."

The old man said solemnly and seriously, “All magic related to time is quite dangerous, and I don’t want Hogwarts to lose an excellent professor because of it.”

Sagles nodded, indicating that he understood the other person's concerns.

Dumbledore sighed softly.

"In addition, misusing the time converter can make users obsessed with 'correcting mistakes' and neglect the necessity of accepting reality..."

“I understand,” Sagles said with a smile. “I don’t intend to change anything; I just want to keep one…a possible option.”

Chapter 48 College Cup

When Sagres entered the auditorium, it was already packed.

The Great Hall was newly decorated in Slytherin's green and silver to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup victory. Meanwhile, a giant banner depicting the Slytherin serpent hung prominently on the wall behind the professors' bench.

Sagrais curled his lip. Snape undoubtedly played a crucial role in Slytherin winning the House Cup. If he hadn't relentlessly deducted points from the other three houses, the outcome of the House Cup might have been far from certain.

Of course, Sagles himself has always been dismissive of the Academy Cup. In his view, it is nothing more than a symbolic "honor."

While it can certainly enhance students' sense of identity with their respective colleges, it can also exacerbate antagonism and prejudice between colleges.

The auditorium was bustling with activity as students eagerly awaited the upcoming holiday. Like caged birds, they waited impatiently for the cage door to open so they could finally take flight.

On the professors' chairs, the professors were also talking to each other.

Sagres found one thing quite puzzling: professors almost never failed students on final exams. This relaxed approach to education bore a striking resemblance to the "happy education" he remembered from the West.

However, this is none of his business. He will still stick to his principles and will not hesitate to give zero points when it is due.

When Dumbledore's silver-white figure appeared at the Great Hall door, the clamor subsided like a receding tide.