HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

"This is……"

“These are the original memories of the newcomer, the Wren,” Sagrais said with a smile. “The old man never imagined that the scapegoat he carefully chose would actually be a real spy for the Ministry of Magic!”

"Huh? Then we've wronged him!" the falcon exclaimed in surprise.

“No.” Sagres’s expression was cold and quite serious. “His actions are irrefutable and the evidence is overwhelming. It’s just that this wren…”

He extended his wand and gently waved it in the air. The memories in the air scattered like tangled threads, and then recombine under his control.

The nine people present also witnessed this master-level memory magic performance. Sagres was indeed exceptionally talented in memory magic, which may be related to his father being a mutant.

He carefully erased all information about the nine people present from the newlyweds' memories, and then rewrote the location and time of the new gathering a week later.

Only after completing all this did he gently infuse this newly woven memory into the wren's mind.

“She will definitely leak the party information to the French Ministry of Magic, and those dark wizards…” Sagres chuckled as he said this, “Don’t blame me for being too ruthless; after all, I’ve already been exceptionally merciful by not taking action against them today.”

His gaze swept over everyone present, and he said in a firm and serious tone, "The Bronze Feather will be purified. We don't need those ambitious outlaws, and we can no longer be hunted down and wanted by the International Wizarding Federation."

"They are incompatible with your outstanding achievements and adherence to principles in your respective fields. From now on, you will no longer be threatened by them, nor will you hide behind them because of their existence."

Looking at the somewhat excited crowd, Sagres said firmly, "We will restore the majesty of the Bronze Feathers—an ancient organization founded in the fifth century BC with the mission of fighting against dark creatures. And each of you has the opportunity to recommend new members. Similarly, the review process will be exceptionally rigorous."

He waved his wand, and all the bronze badges of everyone detached from their positions and flew into his palm.

Immediately afterwards, a soft and pure light slowly shone forth, and eight brand-new, magnificent bronze badges appeared before everyone's eyes.

“I’ve cast a protective spell on your badge and made some subtle modifications…”

He casually picked up one of the badges and showed it to everyone: "It can now not only convey a short message, but also transform into a magical door key. In the future, the location and time of our gatherings will be decided by the members in turn, and the decision-maker will be responsible for setting the endpoint of the door key."

"Of course, it will also become your reliable guardian in times of crisis. As long as the spellcaster's magic power does not exceed my limits, all spatial anchoring spells will become invalid. At that time, you only need to activate the badge to escape danger instantly. At the same time, the badge will also notify other members to go to the rescue."

"To ensure absolute safety, I have also cast a bloodline spell. With just a drop of the user's blood, this badge will be linked to your bloodline, and no one else can ever touch it."

“Finally…” Sagres glanced at everyone and slowly began, “Next week in the safe house in Paris, all the Bronze Feather members from the newcomer ‘Wren’s’ memories will be captured. They will be executed on the spot in ‘fierce resistance’—at that time, the International Wizarding Federation’s global manhunt for Bronze Feather will come to a perfect end.”

Chapter 53 Time Converter? A piece of cake.

When Sagles returned to Hogwarts, it was already the afternoon of the following day.

He had achieved his goal perfectly. He sat in his office chair, gazing at the exquisite hourglass in his hand, a pure smile on his face.

The Time-Turner—a top-secret item of the Ministry of Magic, for use only by authorized personnel. It is an extremely special magical device with only one function—time travel.

He also recalled that the famous theoretical physicist Stephen Hawking had proposed the "time protection conjecture" in his previous life. He believed that quantum effects would prevent macroscopic time travel and avoid all paradoxes.

More than 20 years later, these theories still left a somewhat vague impression on his mind, after all, he once had a deep belief in science.

However, after he traveled through time, he converted to magic.

Going back to the past—this is undoubtedly a desire that everyone has had.

Sagres was no exception, but that was his thought before time travel. He was now researching the time-twister not to go back in time to make up for regrets, but solely for magic itself.

He examined the hourglass closely, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

“Let me think…” Sagres fell into deep thought. “There are a few things to note: the grandfather paradox and the butterfly effect. The former can lead to logical contradictions and cause the timeline to collapse; the latter can cause the established future to become unrecognizable due to small changes.”

The essence of timeline collapse is the loss of logical coherence in reality, the consequences of which far exceed human comprehension and control. It is not only physical destruction, but also a complete denial of the meaning of existence, causality, and free will.

Sagres attempted to understand time travel using his own understanding, but quickly gave up. Because if something happens because his future self interfered with the past, wouldn't that be putting cause and effect in reverse, creating an endless cycle?

"I'll think about it for now." He waved the raven Lochtis away and decided to fix the time converter in his hand first and try it out himself.

In this way, he can also understand the workings of time magic in more detail.

……

The core of the Time Converter is woven from the sands of time and threads of fate. These two elements respectively represent the laws governing celestial motion and the embodiment of causality.

The problem with the time converter in his possession lies in the sands of time.

Long-term use will inevitably consume some of the Time Dust, which breaks the balance between the two and ultimately leads to the damage of the converter.

To repair the damage, the resonant frequencies of these two forces must be adjusted to restore balance.

The problem is that Sagres does not have enough materials to make the repairs.

"Since we can't restore the balance for the time being, can we achieve a new balance?" With this thought, he had a flash of inspiration and decided to try a different approach—to extract a portion of the threads of fate and rebuild the balance.

“I’m a genius!” Sagres exclaimed, praising his own idea.

With a clear direction, the restoration work progressed rapidly. After three days and two nights of tireless effort, the time converter was finally brought back to life.

"That's all!" He looked at the hourglass in his hand with smug satisfaction, unable to hide his excitement.

"Let's test it for one minute first." Sagres went into the corridor, set the scale, and turned the hourglass upside down.

In an instant, his body froze, but his mind became unusually active.

He saw the birds outside the window turn back, the setting sun turn back into the blazing sun, the raven Lochteus going in and out of the window, the leaves in the distance turning from yellow to green, the snowflakes falling from the ground into the sky, the office furnishings changing, and many strangers leaving and returning.

Finally, even the walls and the surrounding ceiling disappeared.

When he regained control of his body, he found himself standing on a large rock in the wilderness.

Sagres turned his head to look around at his surroundings, a long-lost look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes.

Where the hell did this come from?

Hogwarts is gone?

The bewilderment on his face was gradually replaced by terror.

So... this was at least a thousand years ago!

Sagles finally behaved himself...

He picked up the hourglass and examined it closely, but couldn't find anything wrong. The sand inside was still defying gravity, flowing upwards, so what was the problem?

Using a time converter, he traveled to a timeline that didn't exist before. Sagres didn't know how he did it, since time magic was too complex, and he had only recently come into contact with it.

Perhaps, once the dust from the time-tamper has completely reversed, he will be able to return to the original timeline?

“This will probably take a few days…” Sagres estimated in his mind, watching the speed at which the sand grains moved.

Fortunately, he still had his wand and other belongings with him. He checked his belongings and even pulled out half a bottle of Felix Felicis from his pocket.

Thanks to Veris, and regardless of whether the "time-traveling lucky potion" would work, he took three drops and drank it.

“At least a thousand years… hopefully it’s still on its shelf life!” Sagres sighed, but then he realized, “No, its production date should be over 1000 years in the future, so it hasn’t expired at all!”

He tried to be optimistic, after all, nothing could be worse than this.

Then Sagrais looked around again, trying to find something that matched his memory of Hogwarts, but he quickly gave up again.

Time has left a deep mark on this land. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed that this desolate land was what Hogwarts originally looked like.

"What are you looking for?" A cold female voice suddenly came from behind, and Sagres's back tensed instantly.

The voice was so close it seemed to be whispering in his ear, yet he was completely unaware of anyone approaching—it was simply unbelievable.

"Swift as a shadow, formless in the blink of an eye!"

Sagres almost instinctively activated his teleportation magic, leaping through space three times in succession with a piercing explosion.

His figure left three afterimages in the air before finally appearing on a boulder ten meters away.

The wand was already pointed at the source of the sound, and the crimson spell light gathered at the tip of the wand scorched and distorted the surrounding air.

Only then did he get a clear look at the person who had come in.

She was a tall woman dressed in a silver-blue robe. Her eyes were indifferent, and her demeanor was elegant; she seemed completely unconcerned about the wand in Sagrais's hand.

"What did you just drink?" the woman continued to ask, her tone strangely monotone.

Sagres's face was quite grim, for he felt countless invisible magical threads spreading towards him like a spider web. These threads, as thin as gossamer, possessed terrifying penetrating power, attempting to pry open the defenses of his mind.

In the short span of those two sentences, the other party had launched more than a dozen extremely subtle mental intrusions. If his brain-blocking technique hadn't been strong enough, his mind would probably have been thoroughly searched by now.

“A rather sophisticated Legilimency…” Sagra said coldly, “but if you don’t want to become a corpse, don’t try to break through my Occlumency.”

Chapter 54 Testing

The woman's eyes finally flickered—a hint of almost contemptuous laughter. She tilted her head slightly, her long, pure white hair cascading down like a waterfall, shimmering with a metallic sheen in the moonlight.

Sagles laughed too. His laugh carried the cruelty of a predator.

"Looks like you need to learn a lesson."

Before he could finish speaking, Sagres suddenly raised his wand.

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted from him, and countless cracking sounds like shattering glass filled the air—all the invisible magical threads were severed.

The woman staggered back a step, her already fair face suddenly turning even paler, and her two blue eyes gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

But Sagres gave her no chance to catch her breath. His wand drew a blinding arc of electricity, its tip pointing straight into the night sky.

"Thunder and lightning!"

In an instant, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket tore through the night sky, crashing down with a deafening roar.

The blinding white light illuminated the entire forest as if it were daytime, and the lightning struck the ground, unleashing a terrifying shockwave.

The ancient trees around were carbonized by the high temperature, and a huge crater with a diameter of three meters was blasted into the ground. Red magma churned at the bottom of the crater, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone and scorched earth.

Sagres stood on the boulder, his black robes fluttering in the heat.

His intuition told him that the other person was not dead...

The woman's figure vanished in the aftershocks of the explosion, but his magical perception clearly detected her presence—like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

"Petrify them all!"

A red spell suddenly struck from behind, its magical energy so strong that even the surrounding air trembled.

Without turning his head, Sagres swiftly drew a perfect arc behind his back with his left hand:

"Armor protects you!"