HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

They were still fresh and moist when they were peeled off.

"Sample number seven, begin recording." Slytherin's voice was deep, cold, and devoid of emotion.

The suspended quill pen immediately drew a line of ink on the parchment.

The silver knife precisely sliced ​​open the monster's chest cavity, and the eyeball within contracted violently, but Slytherin didn't even flinch. The parchment automatically recorded:

"There is a magical circuit at the junction of the wing bone and pectoral muscle, shaped like a biological eyeball, presumably a biological conductor of flight magic..."

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Sagles learns at an astonishing speed.

Before Godric and Helga returned, he had already mastered all the basic principles of time magic.

Of course, whether Ravenclaw retained any key spells remains unknown. After all, she was an extremely intelligent witch, with extensive knowledge of time, fate, and memory.

In his spare time, he would also observe Slytherin's magical experiments.

He was surprised by the rigor of the future founder's research methods: each step was accompanied by detailed experimental records, and every conclusion was repeatedly verified.

It's important to know that even in the 20th century, no wizard in the magical world could do better than him.

Although they lost the magic duel today, Sagres has no doubt about their future achievements in magic.

Interestingly, this observation is bidirectional.

While he was observing the two founders, they were also secretly analyzing Sagres.

His unconventional spellcasting methods and his magical theories that incorporated modern logic were subtly influencing the thinking of the two geniuses.

Unfortunately, after more than a thousand years of development, the magical world has made very limited progress—compared to the ever-changing technology of the Muggle world, wizards seem to have stagnated.

Sagres watched Slytherin's experiment in silence.

He wouldn't tell them these things—every era has its mission, and the mission of the four great masters is to establish Hogwarts, not to bring about a transformation spanning a thousand years.

That's his business.

As dusk settled, an unusual black dot suddenly appeared on the horizon.

At first, Sagres paid no attention, until the shadow expanded at an alarming speed and tore through the clouds to reveal its true form—a Ukrainian iron-bellied fire dragon at least sixty-five feet long.

These enormous creatures, which nearly went extinct in the 20th century, are swooping down on them.

The silvery-gray metallic scales reflected a cold luster in the setting sun, and each flap of the dragon's wings stirred up hurricane-like turbulence.

Sagres' pupils contracted sharply, and his wand slashed out in a crimson arc.

As the ground trembled, the monster made of flesh and blood suddenly stood up, and dozens of tentacles wrapped around the fire dragon's scale-covered neck like living pythons.

"What the hell?!"

A furious roar came from the dragon's back.

A flash of silver light, and the thick tentacles snapped off instantly.

The fire dragon, having lost its balance, swayed violently in the air, and the seven or eight figures on its back scattered and ran away, eventually being saved by someone using a levitation spell.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Sagres's mouth.

The flesh-and-blood monster's mangled back suddenly tore apart, and a pair of giant wings made of broken bones and fascia unfolded instantly, catching up with the falling fire dragon at an illogical speed.

The giant claws covered in suckers gripped the dragon's neck, and a sickening corrosive sound came from where the scales touched the flesh.

"Stop!" Ravenclaw shouted, and dragonfire erupted simultaneously.

Amidst the blazing torrent of white flames, the monster's body not only did not carbonize, but instead absorbed the flames like a sponge, with every muscle fiber swelling and trembling due to the energy injection.

Sagres raised his left hand at the opportune moment, and the monster that was about to finish devouring instantly froze into a bloody sculpture.

The dragon's struggling roar shook the ground, causing the pebbles to tremble, but the head embedded between the monster's claws had begun to strangely merge with the writhing flesh—the dragon scales were gradually turning into dark red flesh.

With a crisp snap, Sagles snapped his fingers.

The flesh-and-blood monster immediately released its claws, and the Ukrainian Iron Belly let out a painful hiss. After staggering a few steps, it suddenly flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

"Who is this guy?!" A loud voice rang out, and a burly, bearded man stepped out from the crowd.

He wore a pointed wizard's hat, his reddish-brown curls stubbornly sticking up from under the brim, and the jewel-encrusted longsword in his hand was still dripping blood.

"I finally managed to catch that! And I've only ridden it this once!"

"Calm down, Godric!" It was Slytherin who spoke. He stepped forward quickly, pressed his pale fingers on the other man's shoulder, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gryffindor's expression changed from anger to astonishment:

"it's him?"

After hearing this, the man looked at Sagrais in surprise, and then Ravenclaw stepped forward to introduce Sagrais.

"This is Sagres, a... traveler..."

Then he turned to Sagles and introduced him, "This is Godric Gryffindor."

After introducing the bearded man, she pointed to a beautiful, voluptuous woman, "This is Helga Hufflepuff—"

Mrs. Hufflepuff had long, light blonde hair woven with purple wildflowers, and a gentle, spring-like smile on her round face.

Sagles also noticed that there were some fresh herbal juices on her flaxen dress.

"These are all children rescued from the church..."

Sagrass's gaze passed over them and landed on the group of trembling children behind them.

These young wizards, rescued from the clutches of the church, were wrapped in rags, their bare ankles covered in bruises.

Their terrified eyes reminded Sagrais of young animals locked in cages.

He didn't know why Gryffindor and the others didn't dress the young wizards better, but—

"Exhilarating!"

With a flick of the wand, golden specks of magical light rained down on the children's heads. A few fluid transformations turned the rags into neat black robes.

The youngest girl timidly touched her new clothes and suddenly smiled for the first time that day.

Gryffindor stood with his arms crossed, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across Sagles's face:

“It seems we have a lot to discuss.” He glanced meaningfully at the enormous, fleshy monster.

“But first—” he suddenly broke into a bright smile, “we need to have a good meal and then a few drinks!”

Chapter 58 The Beginning

"What did you say? Build a school?" Godric Gryffindor's thick eyebrows shot up, his bristly beard shifting shape with his exaggerated expression. "Where?"

Rowena Ravenclaw pointed her wand at the ground.

"You mean it's built in this godforsaken wasteland?"

Rowena Ravenclaw didn't say anything, but her attitude said it all.

"Then who will be the teacher? Who will be the student?" Gryffindor pressed, changing the subject.

Ravenclaw's silver-blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight: "The four of us are the best mentors, and we can continue to recruit others. As for the students..."

Her gaze swept over the group of children wrapped in new robes. "All young wizards who have awakened their magic should receive a systematic education, instead of dying needlessly in witch hunts."

“But some of the children already have teachers!” Gryffindor brandished his jewel-encrusted sword, the blade tracing a silvery arc through the air.

Salazar Slytherin suddenly sneered, his emotionless eyes gleaming coldly: "What use are those so-called 'teachers'? Nine out of ten can't even cast a decent Flurry Charm. Their abilities vary greatly, and most of them can't escape the Church's pursuit!"

“So you’re trying to kidnap someone…” Gryffindor scratched his messy hair, then suddenly grinned: “Royna, you really know how to give me a tough time…”

He patted his chest forcefully. "But leave this to me! I'll make sure all the wizards in Britain know the fame of Gryffindor School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

“Wait,” Ravenclaw interrupted abruptly, “the school should be called Hogwarts.”

"What? Why isn't it 'Gryffindor School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'? What a grand name!" Gryffindor's eyes widened.

“It will be called Hogwarts.” Ravenclaw’s tone left no room for argument, the blue light at the tip of his wand shimmering slightly. “However, there will be four houses, one for each of us…”

Gryffindor deflated like a punctured balloon: "Alright, alright... each of us will be responsible for one, and mine will be called Gryffindor House!"

He immediately stroked the hilt of his sword with a smug look on his face. "I want to build the academy's lounge on a tall tower and decorate it with the reddest velvet..."

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff exchanged a helpless glance.

Gryffindor suddenly slapped his forehead, flattening his hat: "Wait! Why does it have to be four houses?"

He wrapped his thick arm around Sagles's shoulder, the metal buckles on the leather wristband digging painfully into him. "This friend has been a great help; we should set up an academy for him too!"

Ravenclaw's eyes flickered, and she tentatively asked Sagrais, "How about adding another one? Like Azkaban, which you mentioned before?"

Sagles waved his hands repeatedly, indicating his refusal.

Just then, the Ptolemaic planetarium in his pocket suddenly emitted a blinding blue light.

The clear clicking sound of gears turning rang out, and Sagres's figure began to gradually become transparent, like a faded ink painting.

He realized what was happening, opened his mouth as if to say something, but his figure grew fainter and fainter, and a few seconds later he completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Wait!" Gryffindor reached out to grab him, but only grasped a wisp of drifting starlight. "Merlin's beard!"

He kicked a pebble away in frustration, "I still have so many questions for him!"

Ravenclaw calmly explained, "The laws of time are calling him back... We can't hold onto him."

However, there was a hint of melancholy in her voice, indicating that she also had many questions about magic.

In the night sky, only that silent, flesh-and-blood giant proved that he had indeed been there.

What do we do with this thing?

Gryffindor pointed at the enormous fleshy monster, and the others cautiously turned their gazes to the terrifying creation, then looked at each other in dismay.

“Leave it to me,” Slytherin said at the opportune moment.

Just then, an enticing aroma wafted over. Hufflepuff lifted the lid of the copper pot, revealing a golden, bubbling broth, while skewers of grilled meat sizzled as they turned automatically around the edge.

"Let's fill our stomachs first," her gentle voice dispelled the heaviness in the air, and with a light tap of her wand, wild grass automatically wove itself into a dining table.