HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

"Kingfisher, a fairy craftsman, is skilled in some forging techniques."

He was a demon with greedy eyes. He didn't bother to alter his appearance, since his height made any effort to dress up, making him stand out like a chicken among cranes.

"Xue Xiao is a black market merchant. You can go to her for buying and selling; she's very fair." Xue Xiao smiled upon hearing this.

“Nightingale, the Potions Master, you can buy any potion from her at reasonable prices.” Nightingale’s silver-grey cloak twitched slightly, as if she were nodding gently under the hood.

“Red Falcon, a fortune teller, but she hasn’t been taking on any cases for the past two years.” The red-haired girl, wearing a pretty mask, immediately pouted after hearing Sagres’s words.

“Thunderbird, wand maker, highly skilled, specializing in the North American school.” Upon hearing this, Thunderbird smiled warmly and nodded to the newcomer in a gesture of goodwill.

“Stork, an information broker. You can contact him to inquire about or spread information.” He pointed to a man in a black robe. Although the man was wearing a cloak, everyone could see his emaciated body through the empty robe.

“Bird of Paradise, an alchemist who likes to use Squibs for alchemical experiments and is skilled in mechanical modification.” Upon hearing this, the newcomer Wren swallowed hard. She could vaguely see half of the mechanical face under the hood, but couldn’t tell if it was male or female.

"Hummingbird, healer, skilled in treating damage caused by dark magic, with proficient techniques." Upon hearing Sagrais's introduction, a young woman quickly stood up and bowed to the newcomer.

“Robin, a defense expert, skilled at constructing barriers and safe houses.” A woman wearing a feather mask nodded, looking quite serious.

"Falcon, the dark wizard, is skilled in tracking and assassination."

"Pelicans, dark wizards, skilled poachers."

"Lark, a dark wizard, is skilled at stealing."

"Hoopoe, a dark wizard, specializes in transplanting organs from magical creatures."

“This last one, Albatross, the scholar, was recommended by him, so I won’t go into further details.” Sagres finally pointed to the white-haired old man who had spoken first, his tone slightly perfunctory.

"Ah... haha, what about you, Raven?"

Albatross wore an awkward smile, inwardly regretting his decision. He felt incredibly stupid for letting this ill-tempered raven introduce the newcomers.

“Didn’t you already say? My codename is Raven.” Sagres remained firmly seated in his chair, without moving.

The faces of the people he had so bluntly and crudely labeled as "dark wizards" quickly turned extremely ugly.

Their eyes blazed with fury, but not one of them stood up to refute them.

Sagres didn't care at all.

In his view, these people were a mob, and if the wording were stronger, they would be "rotten fish and shrimp," the scum of the earth, not worth mentioning.

If it weren't for the rule against internal strife within the Bronze Feathers, he would have thrown these people he didn't like into Azkaban long ago.

Chapter 50 Traitor

Here, only a few people can be considered good, and Sagrais has the most dealings with them. As for the others... either Sagrais knows everything they know, or there's no need to deal with them.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, but in the end, the albatross stepped forward to ease the tension and calm the participants.

The elderly man then methodically arranged for the newcomers to take their seats and guided everyone back to the normal flow of information exchange.

The matter is quite simple: the antidote "Swift" recently discovered a hidden magical ruin. After a preliminary investigation, he was convinced that it was the resting place of an 11th-century papal bishop.

According to the records he consulted, the tomb contained many precious magical artifacts. However, the layers upon layers of highly triggerable magical mechanisms deterred him, and in the end, Swift chose to return to Bronze Feather to seek help from his companions.

Everyone was very interested in the request, but Sagres showed little interest. He had entered the ruins during his travels and found nothing of value inside, but he clearly had no intention of telling the other party this.

The next few commissions also revolved around the search for rare items and materials, and discussions arose one after another. Sagres also sat down next to Ms. Snowow and began to talk in hushed tones.

"Could it extend life by about five years?" he said uncertainly. "I don't know, but I've heard that the first use is the most effective."

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Ms. Xuexiao.

The other person took the medicine bottle, examined it carefully, and nodded with a slight smile. Then, he took out an exquisite hourglass from his handbag and handed it to Sagres.

"Let me make it clear beforehand, this thing cannot be used directly..." Ms. Xuexiao reminded her again, "It's already damaged."

Although she had already noted this in the letter, she emphasized it again out of professional ethics.

“Understood.” Sagres nodded.

He put away the hourglass, and at the same time reminded the other person, "You'd better take that stuff as soon as possible, otherwise it might cause you trouble."

If Voldemort knew she had this, he would definitely try every means to take it from her, even though this small bottle of potion would be a drop in the ocean for him.

Ms. Xuexiao stared intently at the crystal bottle in her hand, nodding absentmindedly...

The fairy craftsman, who had been talking to someone, suddenly froze. He turned around, his swollen eyes gleaming with greed, and stared intently at the small bottle in Ms. Snowflake's hand.

He was a knowledgeable fairy, but at the same time, he was very old.

The moment the two completed their transaction, the windows on both sides of the hall suddenly shattered, and flying shards of glass shot towards everyone like sharp arrows.

The fairy craftsman's face changed drastically. He abruptly overturned the table, his tone full of accusation: "You brought a tail with you, Professor?"

Upon hearing this, Sagles glanced at him sideways and said disdainfully, "Do I need to cooperate with others to deal with someone like you?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an Auror from the Ministry of Magic descended from the sky. His roar was deafening, and the Thunderbird immediately used a spell to shatter the chandelier, plunging the hall into darkness.

Several fluorescent lights flashed almost simultaneously, illuminating the panicked faces of the crowd. In the chaos, the small goblin finally couldn't suppress its greed and unleashed a sharp cutting spell at Lady Snowowl's back.

He attempted to steal the elixir of immortality.

Sagres waved his wand, and a thick magical barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking the fatal blow for Snow Owl.

At the same time, a subtle fluctuation swept by like lightning, and then the fairy's raised arm fell to the ground with a thud.

"Save your breath, Grok." Sagres said calmly, waving his wand as he stepped on the goblin's severed wrist, silencing the goblin's agonizing screams.

"I suggest you save your energy for now, otherwise you won't be able to shout later!"

He then turned and glanced at the chaotic hall before snapping his fingers decisively.

In an instant, the gravity of the entire space reversed, and everyone was pulled by an invisible force, suddenly falling towards the dome, unable to move.

The dazzling magical light vanished, and darkness returned.

With a flick of his wand, the seventeen Bronze Feathers were drawn toward him as if by ropes.

Whether they liked it or not, they were all caught up in this sudden spatial transfer.

After a violent surge of magical energy, everyone from the Bronze Feathers vanished, leaving only a group of Aurors falling from the ceiling in the hall.

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Safe houses in France.

Eighteen figures appeared out of thin air, instantly filling the small room.

"There's a traitor among us!"

Sagles announced expressionlessly.

A somber atmosphere filled the air.

With a casual, seamless stretching spell, Sagres instantly expanded the safe house several times over, making it no longer cramped.

He then waved his wand again, casting a "Spatial Anchor" spell that instantly extinguished any possibility of Apparition.

No one spoke. The seventeen people stood there, their expressions shifting between anger and uncertainty as they watched the fairy lying on the ground, struggling but making no sound.

Although the scene in the hall was chaotic, everyone witnessed what he did.

“Interesting…” Sagres toyed with his wand, looking at everyone with a half-smile, “Then, no one is allowed to leave until the truth is revealed!”

This is much more interesting than exchanging intelligence.

"By what right?" The dark wizard Shrike's face darkened. "Since when did it become your place to give orders, Bronze Feather?"

The Falcon and Pelican nodded subconsciously, it seemed that Sagrais's label as a dark wizard had inexplicably united them.

but--

"Why should I?" Sagres smiled at him, somewhat surprised that the other would ask such a foolish question.

The crimson curse light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The shrike, which was standing just a second ago, turned into a pool of flesh and blood the next second, and was heavily projected onto the wall.

Everyone shuddered involuntarily, and even Glock, who was screaming silently on the ground, wisely shut his mouth, letting the sweat slide from his forehead into his eyes.

“Aren’t you mistaken?” Sagles said expressionlessly. “I’m not asking you anything, I’m informing you!”

He stared coldly at the crowd, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to thoroughly clean the interior of the Bronze Feather. Just like the recently deceased Shrike, he desperately wants others to voice their opinions, fearing they might slip up.

Chapter 51 The Informer

But after all, Sagres was reasonable (he thought so). They had worked together in the same secret organization for so long, and if someone took the initiative to show weakness and submit, he couldn't just kill them without any reason.

This isn't a game, after all; killing people doesn't grant experience points.

Lady Snowower took out her wand and pressed the tip firmly against Glock's Adam's apple. Sweat poured down the fairy's forehead, making him appear increasingly terrified and uneasy.

"Why did you attack me?" Ms. Xuexiao's face was as cold as ice, and her tone was icy. "Moreover, your action of flipping the table was too deliberate; you were clearly trying to cover something up!"

“Madam, I was blinded by greed for a moment, and I have already paid a terrible price for it…” Glock trembled as he showed his severed arm, pleading in a low voice, “But I really am not an informant. What goblin would willingly go and deal with an Auror! Believe me, I’m telling the truth…”

Just then, Nightingale pulled a delicate little black bottle from her wizard robes, and everyone's eyes were drawn to her.

“A powerful truth serum; just three drops will reveal the truth.” Nightingale waved the bottle in her hand.

Glock's face turned pale, but under the threatening gazes of the crowd, he ultimately did not dare to utter a word of refusal.

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"Why have his ears turned purple?" The falcon stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the fairy who had taken the truth serum.

"The effect of truth serum," Thunderbird, with his extensive knowledge, explained to everyone. "Humans also experience this after taking truth serum; the fading color indicates that the effect is wearing off."

Nightingale nodded in agreement and then began the interrogation directly.

"Your real name?"

Glock lay quietly on the ground, first in a daze, then a layer of tiny, shimmering runes appeared on his skin, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling.