HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

The glimmer of hope in my heart quickly cooled, replaced by a completely different emotion.

First came confusion, then a sudden realization, and finally, an almost twisted sense of pleasure seeped from the depths of his soul.

The Hogwarts mirror image constructed by the magic network did not respond to his "request".

what does this mean?

This means that Sargeras Greengrass, the arrogant man who turned him to stone, had no idea that the Room of Requirement existed!

At least, when constructing this vast mirror world, he did not incorporate the existence and rules of this room into it.

One of Hogwarts’ oldest secrets, a place whose full mysteries even many professors did not know, escaped the man’s eyes!

"Hehe...haha..." A smug laugh echoed in the corridor.

The magical properties of this room dictate that it is virtually impossible to find the specific form it transforms into unless the exact "needs" and "ideas" are known.

It is a perfect safe.

Voldemort stared at the unresponsive wall, as if he saw a blind spot right under Sargeras's nose, which became the only straw he could grasp in this cage of despair.

But just as this twisted sense of pleasure reached its peak, a voice tinged with curiosity came from behind him without warning.

What are you looking for?

The sound wasn't loud, but it struck Voldemort like a bolt of lightning.

He turned around abruptly, looking incredulously at the source of the sound.

Just a few steps behind him stood a person.

He was dressed in a neatly tailored Muggle outfit, and his short, silver-white hair stood out strikingly under the wall lights in the corridor.

At this moment, he casually put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and looked Voldemort up and down with great interest at the "position" where he was standing, as if he could see him clearly.

It's Sagres Greengrass!

Voldemort's consciousness momentarily went blank and became chaotic.

Can he see me?

Can he hear me?

How is this possible? Didn't the magic network isolate me from interaction?

Utter shock made him instinctively ask, "You...you can see me?!"

Sargeras seemed to hear Voldemort's question; a slight smile appeared on his lips, but he did not answer the question directly.

But Voldemort saw it; that smile was blatantly telling him: Isn't it obvious?

Sagres didn't look at Voldemort again. He slowly walked forward and stood next to Voldemort, who was frozen in place, facing the same tapestry of the giant beating Barnabas and the bare wall.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the comical scene on the tapestry before settling on the wall, as if admiring an ordinary decoration.

"What's here?" Sagres asked again, his tone flat.

Voldemort finally recovered from his initial shock, and a surge of alarm and rage overwhelmed him.

His face was grim, and he kept his mouth shut, refusing to reveal any information.

At the same time, he realized that his attempt just now had likely been seen by the other party.

This is surveillance, this is mockery!

His initial smugness vanished instantly.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Sagres didn't mind, and continued in that calm tone, as if talking to himself:

"A room for hiding things? A room that can perfectly hide important items? Hmm... that's a pretty specific 'requirement'."

He repeated Voldemort's whispers verbatim.

Voldemort's face was grim. He felt like an insect being observed in a lab dish, his every move and even his every thought under the other's control.

Sargeras finally turned his gaze away from the wall and looked back at where Voldemort was.

This time, the curiosity on his face disappeared, replaced by a calm, expressionless expression.

He paused for a few seconds before slowly speaking again: "So... what are you hiding behind this interesting tapestry? Your... 'little secret'?"

Voldemort remained silent, but Sargeras seemed not to need his answer.

He seemed to have thought of something, and a look of realization mixed with amusement appeared on his face.

"Ah... I remember now. The legendary... 'Come-Come House'? Or 'Fly-Away House'?"

He was initially a little unsure, but then he corrected himself with a clear and affirmative tone, "No, a more accurate name should be 'The House of Requirement'."

He sighed as he said this, “I’ve seen snippets of description about it in some very obscure old journals that were almost considered fantasy stories. At first, I thought it was one of the many romantic legends about Hogwarts made up by ancient wizards, or at most some kind of unstable magical phenomenon that is difficult to reproduce.”

He turned around, looked directly at Voldemort, and spoke with certainty.

"It seems the legend wasn't unfounded."

He paused, then continued, "I'll go and verify it in person later. If it really exists, and it's as I suspect..."

Sagles's gaze swept over the bare wall again, his eyes looking as if he were surveying a piece of land about to be developed.

"...Then I will integrate it into the Hogwarts mirror of the magic network. A setting that can generate corresponding virtual spaces in real time according to different 'needs'...that would be a very interesting feature."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added, "Of course, before that, I will take inventory of everything in this room."

He tilted his head slightly to look at Voldemort. "So you'd better pray that your 'little secret' hidden here was moved before I finished taking inventory, or... never existed at all. Otherwise, it might not be safe."

After saying that, Sagres stopped and his figure began to blur and become transparent, gradually disappearing into the air.

Chapter 500 I Pick Up Trash at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Castle, eighth floor.

Sagres himself appeared silently opposite the tapestry depicting the giant beating Barnabas.

The night was deep, and the castle corridors were silent, with only the flickering light of the torches on the walls.

He looked up, his gaze falling on the tapestry and the bare wall, exactly as he had seen in the magic net.

A hint of curiosity and excitement flickered in Sagles's eyes.

Having studied and taught at Hogwarts for many years, he believed he had gained a fairly deep understanding of the ancient castle.

Whether it was the public secret passages, the shortcuts hidden behind the portraits, or the unknown functions of certain classrooms, he already knew all of these when he was studying the Marauder's Map.

But this "House of Requirement," which only exists in vague legends, is a territory he has never set foot in.

Following the method he had "heard" from Voldemort, he clearly read out his "needs" to the wall:

"I need a room to hide things... a room where I can perfectly conceal items and not find them easily."

A few seconds later, something amazing happened.

The wall, which was originally empty, began to ripple like water.

The texture of the stone bricks began to twist and recombine, and then the outline of an unmarked oak door quickly shifted from vague to solid, silently embedding itself into the wall.

The entire process was devoid of any dazzling light or violent magical fluctuations; everything happened so naturally, as if the door had always been there, only its form had been concealed.

"It really exists..."

Sagres took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with even greater excitement.

This was not merely verifying a legend; for him, it was tantamount to discovering a magical mine full of research value.

Without hesitation, he reached out and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was not the "secret room" he had envisioned, which might correspond to one of Voldemort's specific needs, but rather a space so vast it left him speechless.

This is a mountain range and canyon that seems to have no boundaries, made up of countless miscellaneous objects.

As far as the eye can see, there is only an endless ocean of garbage.

The broken tables and chairs were piled up like a small mountain.

Discarded textbooks and parchment scrolls formed a landslide.

Rusty armor and deformed cookware were scattered among them.

All sorts of strange, unidentified, and even dangerous-looking items are everywhere.

This place doesn't resemble a meticulously designed treasure room; rather, it's more like a final resting place for all the things Hogwarts has kept hidden for a thousand years, forgotten by time.

Sagles raised an eyebrow, showing no disappointment but rather increased interest.

This is the form that meets the general needs of a "room for hiding things".

A vast, chaotic, and difficult-to-search maze of clutter.

Any particular item hidden here is like a drop of water flowing into the ocean.

He stepped in, his boots leaving footprints in the thick dust.

Instead of using magic to clean up, he began his exploration with the mindset of a tourist.

The first thing I saw was a pile of old, broken flying brooms.

There was more than one; they came from various eras and models, some of which were clearly illegally modified, with twisted tails and emanating unstable magical energy fluctuations.

He gently picked up an old model from the last century and found that the inscription on the broom handle was almost worn away.

Soon, he found a translucent crystal bottle next to a pile of broken jars, containing a little bit of pinkish-red viscous liquid.

He uncorked the bottle and carefully sniffed it.

An extremely strong and deceptive floral and fruity sweet fragrance rushed into my nostrils, mixed with the scent of some magical herbs that had been used excessively during the preparation.

"A potent aphrodisiac..."

Sagres immediately recognized that it was of exceptionally high quality, far from being the work of an ordinary student.

He resealed the bottle without expression and set it aside.

In addition, he discovered boxes of "Dr. Philippa" fireworks, some of which even appeared to be homemade versions and were extremely dangerous.

Furthermore, this place also hides teacups that bite, soap disguised as candy, and numerous empty shells of "headless hats" and "invisibility smoke grenades"...