HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

The silver-blue protective shield precisely blocked the petrification spell, and the spell's light rippled across the shield's surface.

At the same time, Sagres' right wand was already pointing in the direction from which the cursed light was coming:

"Rampage Explosion!"

A violent surge of magical energy exploded in the air, instantly tearing trees within a ten-meter radius to shreds. Amidst the flying wood chips, the woman once again used Apparition to dodge the explosion.

"Crimson Tear!" Sagres gave his opponent no chance to breathe, a chilling red light aimed straight for the woman's throat.

The woman quickly used her Ironclad Spell to block, and a transparent original shield appeared in front of her. The moment the red spell struck the Ironclad Spell, it immediately merged into the transparent shield.

To her horror, she discovered that her Ironclad Shield was undergoing a terrible transformation—spiderweb-like blood-red patterns appeared on the transparent shield's surface, then in the blink of an eye, they turned into countless sharp blood blades that shot towards her.

The woman was forced to apparate again, but her form had just solidified—

"Spatial anchoring!"

Sagrass thrust his wand forward with a sudden burst, instantly hardening the space within a hundred meters as if it were made of iron.

The woman's Apparition was abruptly interrupted, and at the last second, she had no choice but to turn her wand upside down:

"Obstacles are numerous!"

Her gray cursed light struck her, and her slender body was immediately sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, barely avoiding the blood blade's strangulation.

However, the hem of his silver-blue robe was cut off at one corner, making him look somewhat disheveled.

"Fire-ash snake plague!"

The woman finally abandoned her disdain, and with a wave of her wand, she released a thick, grayish-green smoke.

Countless serpentine silhouettes could be vaguely seen moving within the smoke, each "snake's" eyes gleaming with a sinister green light.

Sagres tried to disperse the smoke with "Hurricane Rage," but found that the magical smoke clung to him like a living thing. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he tapped his wand lightly:

Vanished without a trace!

Silver light, like moonlight, fell, and the magical smoke began to dissipate rapidly.

Just as the smoke was beginning to dissipate, Sagres suddenly felt a sharp pain—a translucent gray snake had somehow appeared on his left arm, its fangs embedded in his skin.

“Interesting.” Sagres sneered, pressing his wand against his arm without hesitation.

After a sharp cutting spell, the gray snake let out a piercing hiss. As the chunk of flesh fell off, the gray snake was instantly extracted from its body, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

The muscles in the bitten area are rotting at a visible rate.

Sagres remained unfazed, wielding his wand over the wound. A "healed as before" light shone forth, and new flesh squeezed out the rotten flesh, with wisps of black smoke rising from the wound.

“You’re more difficult than I thought.” The woman’s voice came from all directions, as if countless voices were speaking at the same time. “But the game has only just begun.”

Sagres gripped his wand tightly, a sinister smile creeping across his lips: "Just what I wanted."

"A rain of sorrow!"

The woman's wand traced an arc, and the sky suddenly darkened. Lead-gray clouds churned, and large raindrops poured down.

This is no ordinary rain – every drop carries the memory of despair, burning tiny black spots on the skin and directly eroding one's mind.

Sagres squinted, letting the rain slide down his cheeks.

He could feel the negative emotions trying to penetrate his brain—abuse, bullying, injustice, self-doubt… This spell clearly combined the despair of Dementors with high-level weather magic.

The corners of the woman's mouth turned up slightly, but her smile quickly froze—

"Mechanical mind!"

Sagres's voice was so cold it was inhuman; all his emotions were forcibly suppressed, and he became as calm as still water.

"Dispel the weather curse!"

A blinding beam of dark light shot straight into the sky, and magic coalesced in the air to form a gigantic projection of a raven's head. In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, the wind stopped, the rain ceased, and sunlight once again bathed the battlefield.

The woman's expression finally changed, and for the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in her eyes. Sagres was also secretly alarmed—this mysterious woman's magic was unfathomable, perhaps even surpassing Dumbledore's.

"Netherworld Flames!"

Hundreds upon hundreds of pale fire crows roared out, forming a tight encirclement, each crow's wings burning with a cold flame capable of incinerating the soul. The battlefield temperature plummeted, and eerie frost flowers formed on the ground.

“I advise you to give up resistance…” Sagrais’s voice was eerily calm, “Of course, you can also choose to turn to ashes.”

The flock of fire crows began to tighten their encirclement, and the air was filled with the scent of death.

He originally wanted to ask the other person some questions, such as what time it was.

The woman glanced at the dense swarm of fire crows, sensing the intense magical fluctuations within them, and finally lowered her wand. "I admit I underestimated you, but..."

The woman slowly lowered her wand, but suddenly looked up the instant she completed her surrender gesture:

"The shackles of fate!"

A blue chain of light, inscribed with ancient runes, shot out from her chest at a speed beyond comprehension.

Sagres almost instinctively cast "Fire Shield," and a barrier of flames instantly formed. However, the runic chain ignored the defense, piercing through the wall of fire and embedding itself directly in his chest.

"It's no use..." The woman's voice had a strange tone, like singing, "Our fates are intertwined, any harm you cause me will be reflected back on yourself!"

Her voice remained steady, but Sagles detected a hint of weakness.

The other party had clearly run out of tricks, otherwise they wouldn't have resorted to such a shameless tactic.

Chapter 55 "The Walking Catalogue of Forbidden Techniques"

“I truly have no reason to take action again…” Sagres nodded slightly to the woman, his tone softening.

The woman's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, only to stiffen abruptly the next second—

“However, I never need a reason to do things!” Sagres changed the subject, and a spiral-shaped silver-white cone of light tore through the air and roared out.

boom!

The woman was blown apart, coughing up blood, and flew out like a rag doll; even her wand was knocked out of her hand.

Sagres wasn't in much better shape either. Although he tried to defend himself for a moment, the damage seemed to appear out of nowhere and was unavoidable.

He pulled open his wizard's robes, revealing a gruesome wound on his chest. He gripped his wand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Fortunately, he was more resilient than his opponent, and he still had his wand in his hand.

He raised his hand and cast a rapid healing spell on himself. He looked up at the other person and found that the woman was also slowly recovering.

This spell seemed quite troublesome, but he also sensed that the chains were weakening, so Sagres made a decision instantly.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he pressed his wand against his chest.

"Buzzing explosion!"

The moment the blinding white light pierced his chest, Sagrais trembled violently. The woman opposite him let out a piercing scream as her newly healed wound reopened.

He glanced at the woman lying on the ground and felt that his guess was correct.

"We've spun our own cocoon..." After casting a healing spell on themselves once more, the two of them felt slightly better, and the color of the chains faded a bit.

“I almost forgot…” Sagres said with a cruel sneer, “There’s also this—”

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

The moment the red light struck him, the woman arched her body and let out a series of inhuman wails.

Her fingernails dug deep into the ground, her knuckles twisted and deformed from the excruciating pain. Every nerve was burning, every drop of blood was boiling, as if countless dull knives were slowly cutting into her soul.

An indescribable, excruciating pain exploded in my chest—it wasn't ordinary pain, but the agony of thousands of red-hot steel needles piercing every nerve simultaneously.

Her heart was being gripped and twisted by invisible claws, each beat bringing new torment.

Sagles remained expressionless, but the other was on the verge of collapse.

“It seems your tolerance for pain is not as high as mine…” Sagres walked up to the other and tapped his chest with his wand again—“Crucible!”

"what--"

The blue rune chains faded and faded until they shattered abruptly amidst the woman's screams.

The threads of mind-controlling manipulation instantly invaded the other's mind, but before Sagres could even examine them, a powerful killing intent immediately assaulted him.

"A corrupt perspective!"

Sagres didn't even turn around before the Fire Raven had already set up a defensive line behind him. His movements were so fast they were almost predictable; even the green light of the Killing Curse couldn't match such a reaction speed.

But he still fell for it. Almost as soon as the incantation was uttered, he felt a cold touch on his back. He transformed into a shadowy raven and changed his position. Only when he fell from the sky did he see the person who had just appeared behind him.

He was an extremely handsome man with high, sharp cheekbones and a pure, cold indifference in his eyes. Sagres couldn't detect a single emotional fluctuation on his face; he was like a precise instrument, standing there coldly.

He glanced at his back; his wizard robes had rotted to ash, and his exposed skin was festering at a visible rate. Strangely, he felt no pain, only a cold, numb sensation.

"Returning the poison to its source!"

A deep purple cursed light enveloped his entire body, and his festering wounds suddenly emitted an eerie green glow.

This is a forbidden spell that transforms toxins into healing energy, a method of fighting poison with poison. He usually doesn't want to use it because if the treatment fails, he will suffer even more serious damage. But today is good because he drank a few drops of Felix Felicis in advance.

The man opposite him frowned slightly, a subtle expression that made Sagrais's heart tighten—not because of the other man's reaction, but because he noticed the man's lips moving slightly, emitting a hoarse, low hissing sound.

A hoarse whisper echoed across the wilderness, the ground began to tremble uncomfortably, and a guess suddenly flashed through Sagres's mind.

With a flick of the man's pale arm, hundreds upon hundreds of corpses rose from the ground:

The rotting hounds revealed stark white bones, the humanoid creatures wrapped in shrouds had eerie blue flames flickering in their eye sockets, and there were even several giant skeletons with a bunch of venomous snakes coiled in their empty chest cavities.

"Undead March".

The man's voice was like a blade scraping against stone. The army of the dead turned their heads in unison, hundreds of lifeless eyes simultaneously locking onto Zagreb.

The corpses at the very front suddenly began to accelerate, and thick black mist seeped from their bodies, condensing in the air into a huge, pained human face.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sagres decisively raised his wand, pointed it towards the sky, and then swung it sharply—

"Meteor Summoning!"

A massive, fiery meteorite tore through the clouds, crashing down with a long, flaming tail. It was so fast that it scorched the ground even before hitting the ground.

The handsome man pointed his wand at the woman the instant the meteorite fell, and the two were pulled closer by an invisible force. Then the ground rose up, a giant snake burst out of the ground, swallowed them both whole, and quickly fled from the spot where the meteorite had struck.

"Want to escape?"