HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

"Maurice Glock!"

"Have you leaked information to the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't!"

"Did you betray the information about the Bronze Feather gathering to others?"

"I don't!"

The old demon's eyes were lifeless as she mechanically answered the questions.

The expressions on everyone's faces turned serious once again.

It wasn't him...

That means the leaker was someone else.

……

Sagres slowly approached Glock, carefully examining the shimmering runes on his body.

"Is there a problem?" Nightingale asked, puzzled.

Sagres straightened up, a cryptic smile still playing on his lips.

"You're quite the actor. Have you ever taken truth serum before?"

Glock remained completely still, except for a slight twitch in his large ears, which was almost imperceptible.

Nightingale was also taken aback when she heard this. Was this old witch pretending?

Upon hearing Sagres's words, everyone turned their attention to Nightingale. Clearly, they did not doubt Sagres's judgment, so Nightingale, who had taken out the truth serum, became the prime suspect.

Nightingale frowned, about to explain, when Sagrais spoke again.

“It has nothing to do with her.” He pointed to the motionless Glock. “It’s because he has an anti-torture spell branded on him by Gringotts.”

Upon hearing this, the newcomer wren suddenly realized, "The goblins who know the Gringotts vault password are branded with this kind of spell to prevent them from leaking secrets."

Ms. Snowflake curled her lip in disdain: "I didn't expect you to be a Gringotts goblin."

Upon hearing this, Falcon and the others immediately relaxed. They had indeed been worried that Sagres would use this opportunity to eliminate dissidents and launch an attack against them. Now it seemed that finding the real leaker was the best possible outcome.

"But why did you reveal the location of the Bronze Feathers' gathering to the Ministry of Magic?" The white-haired albatross stood up angrily, his tone devoid of any of its former gentleness.

The fairy remained lying motionless on the ground.

"You traitor!" The newcomer, Wren, also enraged, pulled out her wand and pointed it fiercely at the other's forehead.

Glock finally stopped pretending, struggled to get up from the ground, and begged for mercy.

"Spare me!" the old witch cried out in terror. "I was faking it, but I really didn't lie!"

"Still trying to argue!" The wren was furious, and the light on the tip of its staff shone even brighter, clearly ready to unleash a few curses on its opponent.

Sagres narrowed his eyes at the sight. If he didn't stop it, the old monster would probably be executed on the spot.

"Everyone..." Sagres pointed to the terrified goblin: "If you're going to investigate, do it thoroughly—I'll examine his memories."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his wand without hesitation. Regardless of whether Glock was willing or not, he forcibly pulled the memory threads from the other's temple and used "Memory Replay" to examine them one by one in front of everyone.

Ultimately, it turned out that the old fox was not lying, and that he had nothing to do with the matter.

Then, Sagres casually waved his wand, sending the memory strands back into the old goblin's mind.

However, after this ordeal, the other person may become more forgetful, and given his advanced age, there is a high possibility that he will develop dementia after waking up.

But this is already pretty good, considering he almost lost his life just now, at least he can enjoy his old age now.

"It seems things aren't over yet..." He slowly surveyed the crowd, speaking calmly, "but there's still plenty of truth serum; finding the truth is only a matter of time!"

Then he pointed to the newcomer, the wren, and said, "You're next."

"What? Me?"

“Yes, you!” Sagres nodded. The other party’s behavior was too aggressive, which was quite eye-catching for a newcomer.

Regardless of whether the other party was willing or not, he simply gestured with his chin to Nightingale, signaling her to make the move.

Nightingale tapped the bottle three times lightly with her wand, and three drops of metallic liquid landed precisely in the wren's mouth, which had been forcibly pried open.

The middle-aged woman's pupils dilated instantly, her ears began to change color, and at the same time, silver vein-like patterns appeared under her skin.

"Your real name."

“Alyssa Ferguson.” Her voice was mechanical and hollow, and drool dripped uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.

"Have you leaked information to the Ministry of Magic?"

"--Yes."

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Which organization do you belong to?

"—Department of Magical Law Enforcement"

Albatross's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Do you have accomplices?

"--No."

"What is your purpose?"

"Stealth, observation, assessment, and look for opportunities to capture wanted criminals—Shrike Kelfest."

The once vigorous albatross seemed to have his faith crumble in an instant; he collapsed to the ground, hardly believing his ears.

A few soft laughs escaped from the crowd.

"Old man, are you getting too old and finding life meaningless? You're actually recommending someone from the Ministry of Magic?"

The intelligence broker, Stork, questioned him with a tone full of sarcasm.

"This time...this time I was old and my eyesight was failing me. I will make it up to you..."

The albatross looked dejected, as if all its strength had been drained away.

Chapter 52 The True Traitor

“Heh, how interesting…” Sagres shook his head, a playful smile playing on his lips. “Guess what I discovered?”

All eyes were focused on him as he extended his wand and slowly extracted the memory threads from the newcomer, Wren.

In the memory images presented in the air, everyone clearly saw the scene of her meeting with the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, as well as the scenes of her transmitting messages.

"What's the problem?" Nightingale keenly sensed the anomaly; he knew that Sagrais would never speak without reason.

"Crude and poorly made, it looks like a textbook from the Memory Deletion Command Center." Sagres zoomed in on several key images while slowing down the playback.

Nightingale: "You mean, someone altered her memories?"

Sagres remained noncommittal.

Bird of Paradise: "What does this mean?"

Sagres: "This means that the memories we just saw were all carefully designed by someone else to make us see them."

Red Falcon: "So..."

"So, Albatross, do you have anything to say?"

Everyone's attention turned to the old man, whose face was pale and cold sweat was streaming down his temples.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about!"

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Sagres decisively used Legilimency, the powerful magic brutally invading the old man’s memories.

He quickly found a clue.

"Your brain surgery is indeed quite good..." he commented tactfully, "but it's a pity that I was the one who encountered it."

The magic, like a spinning, twisting blade, shattered the old man's defenses almost instantly.

As the other man convulsed and foamed at the mouth, Sagres forcibly extracted the threads of his memory, which then unfolded before everyone like a scroll. (This description is not suggestive! Please don't misunderstand.)

The image clearly shows Albatross, looking gloomy, pinning the special bronze feather badge to a hidden spot on the wren's chest in the dim light of the Leaky Cauldron.

At her home, he took advantage of the darkness to launch a sneak attack on the unsuspecting wren, and used "memory weaving" to forge her memories and alter her perceptions.

Finally, he cunningly revealed the location of the Bronze Feathers' gathering to officials of the Ministry of Magic, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a successful plot.

As for his purpose? It's simple: the Bronze Feathers have been without a leader for a long time, and as the oldest member of the organization, he naturally believes that he is the most suitable person to become the leader.

But this comes with a prerequisite: some destabilizing factors must be eliminated, those troublemakers, those who are unwilling to obey his orders, and those potential threats that he cannot control.

Unfortunately, the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic proved to be incompetent fools, suffering a crushing defeat despite being well-prepared, failing to capture any of their targets and thwarting Albatross's plans.

Fortunately, he had made two preparations in advance and arranged a scapegoat. This not only allowed him to completely deflect all blame, but if things went well, he could even expose the scapegoat himself, thus consolidating his position within the organization.

He boasted that his method of forging memories was so sophisticated that no one could see through it, but he never expected to run into the nemesis, Sagres.

Ultimately, everything spiraled out of control, and the conspiracy was completely exposed.

He himself was completely turned into an idiot due to the mental attacks from Sagres.

“That’s all for today…” Sagres turned to face the crowd, his tone carrying an undeniable decisiveness. “The new gathering is scheduled for a week from now, at the safe house in Paris.”

Everyone nodded in greeting, and then the sounds of Apparitions exploding one after another rose and fell, and the room quickly became empty, leaving only eight people behind.

—Nightingale (Apothecary), Snowy Owl (Merchant), Common Kestrel (Diviner), Thunderbird (Wand Maker), Hummingbird (Healer), Stork (Information Seller), Robin (Defense Expert), Swift (Cure-all)

It wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but rather that they had all received a hint from Sagles and chose to stay.

“I know you are filled with doubts right now, but rest assured, I will answer them one by one,” Sagrais said in a steady and powerful voice.

He waved his wand, and the three people lying on the ground (the fairy, the newcomer, and the albatross) were instantly teleported to a corner. Immediately afterwards, an oval table and nine bronze chairs appeared out of thin air.

Sagres pulled up a chair and sat down, and everyone else followed suit.

"All the new party arrangements I just mentioned are null and void!" Sagrais's first words left everyone confused, but he quickly explained, "You'll understand after reading this."

A thin thread of memory floated onto the table, and as the scene unfolded, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.