HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Time passed slowly, and the deciphering of the new spell for Sagres progressed quite smoothly.

late at night.

Restricted Book Section.

Sagres's fingertips traced the surface of a yellowed ancient book.

The parchment hastily recorded that in 1432 AD, a wizard named Amon Blade used a similar magic-draining spell in a duel, resulting in his body shattering like a glass vessel, with the flying shards glowing with blue magical light.

"This is...a truly educational example of failure."

He murmured to himself, the light from the tip of his wand casting flickering shadows on the pages of the book.

The psychological trauma from his last time travel was still etched into his bones, and this time he had to make sure everything went perfectly.

The quill pen swiped rapidly across the notebook, listing a series of potential risks:

1. Magic overload caused the body to explode (see: Amon Bled case)

2. The drained mana backlash (the buffering mechanism needs to be redesigned).

3. Magic circuit contamination (requires inscribing an alchemical array)

Sagrais suddenly stopped writing. This was the most troublesome problem: the spell required the alchemical array to be directly imprinted onto the caster's flesh and blood.

This is very difficult and will be very painful, but thankfully, problems that can be solved by experiencing pain are not really problems at all.

The main problem is the extreme difficulty. There are over seventy magic rune circuits, plus more than two thousand alchemical runes, and there can be no mistakes; it has to be done perfectly the first time...

He recalled an old wizard he had once met in Vagado, whose body was covered in glowing runes, like a human-shaped magic circle.

Unfortunately, he didn't trust others to help him and only dared to do it himself.

"Looks like I'll have to pay Hagrid a visit. I wonder if he has any of these materials..."

Sagres muttered to himself, planning to take some time to visit Hagrid's hut and ask if he had any of the materials he needed. If not, he would have to go to Diagon Alley to buy some.

The following afternoon, just as he was about to head to Hagna, he encountered Draco Malfoy, who had come to his door.

The month-long confinement he imposed on the other party began the day after the incident. However, because it was so long, Malfoy had to spend three to five days in confinement with almost every professor.

Sagrass looked at him calmly. Malfoy was intimidated by his gaze and hesitated, but he managed to stay put.

Finally, Sagres waved his hand, and a string of books flew down from the bookshelf.

"From today onwards, you will no longer need to see other professors during your confinement."

Malfoy quickly understood what he meant, because the stack of books was already taller than him, and there was simply no time to find other professors to finish reading them.

Sargeras was carrying Muggle books; he just wanted to give this little wizard, whose mind was full of blood supremacy, a bit of shock from a Muggle.

Chapter 69 Gathering Materials

He pointed to the first book from top to bottom and began to speak:

"This book utterly shatters racial superiority theory with geographical determinism." — Guns, Germs, and Steel (Jared Diamond)

"This book reveals how fictional stories maintain class systems; you can think of it as the process of constructing pure-blood theories." — Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind (Yuval Noah Harari)

"This book uses the history of science to prove that true revolutionaries are often heretics, and this is also true in the magical world; for example, most of the time it is half-blood wizards who drive magical progress." — *Born to Rebel* (Frank Salovey)

"This book uses modern genetics to prove that the genetic differences of so-called noble bloodlines are negligible, meaning that you and the so-called 'mud people' share 99.9% of your genes." — *The Amazing Genes* (Yin Ye)

"This book analyzes how eugenics is abused by racism; you can compare it to the pure-blood movement in the wizarding world." — *The False Saints Break* (David Wilson)

"This book deconstructs the worship of lineage from an evolutionary perspective: genes don't care about your last name, or whether the carrier's surname is Malfoy or Weasley." — *The Selfish Gene* (Richard Dawkins)

"This book reveals the true nature of bloodline classifications; they are merely tools of power discipline." — Foucault, *Introduction and Punishment*

"This book..."

……

“Professor, could you speak a little slower? I can’t remember…” Malfoy said softly.

“It’s alright…” Sagres said expressionlessly, “Your next period of confinement will be to copy all these books once. You’ll be able to memorize them after copying them once.”

Malfoy was dumbfounded.

Sagres estimated that once the other party had copied all these books, they would probably understand one thing—pure-blood families never defended bloodlines, but privileges.

Once Draco sees through the illusion that the pureblood glory is nothing but a calculated pursuit of profit, the gilded myth will naturally crumble.

“Lochtis, keep an eye on him,” Sagles instructed the raven on the windowsill. “Let him go back at eleven.”

"Gah-"

The raven cried out in response, and Draco Malfoy instinctively shrank back, his face paler than his hair.

"Won't it peck someone's eyes?"

"Don't worry... it only eats the eyes of lazy people." Sagles glanced at him and said calmly, "So I advise you to be careful, and don't miss a single punctuation mark."

He didn't look back again, and disappeared at the end of the corridor without turning his head.

……

"The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider, moonstone powder, vampire vine sap, mermaid scales, the whiskers of the Madago cat, the claws of the Motra rat, and the dental plaque of the North American mountain tyrannosaurus..."

Sagres's fingertip paused on the "North American Mountain Tyrannosaurus Plaque," and he could almost imagine the person who wrote the recipe snickering from some dark corner.

But alchemy is a complex and profound art, and although he repeatedly suspected that this was the author's bad taste, he dared not presume to cut out the material.

When Sagres arrived at Hagrid's place, the latter was outside the hut cleaning pests from his giant pumpkin.

Hello, Hagrid!

“Hello, Professor Greengrass,” the half-giant said, carefully poking at the pumpkin vine with a small shovel (which was a small shovel to him), “are you here to collect the Flobber caterpillars?”

Sagres shook his head. "I'm here to find some magical materials. Are you busy?"

"Hey, just looking after the pumpkins I planted, you know, Halloween's coming soon..." Hagrid grinned, "so I can make some jack-o'-lanterns to put in the castle."

Sagres nodded, tapped the fence with his finger, and the messy vines in the pumpkin patch were instantly tidied up. All the insects were swept away by the cursed light and thrown into the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh, thank you, Professor, you're such a kind person!"

Sagres smiled but didn't speak, while Hagrid, looking rather hesitant, suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I heard that not long ago you and Professor Dumbledore..."

"It's over," he said with a smile, "It's in the past."

"Hey, I knew it..." Hagrid's hearty smile returned, "It must be those little wizards spreading rumors again..."

Hagrid emerged from the pumpkin patch and asked, "What do you need?"

Sagres handed over the parchment list, and the other man quickly wiped his hands on his coat before carefully picking up the list with two fingers.

"I have this... I think I have this too... I can't remember this one, I need to go look for it... I don't have this one, although I wanted to raise one..."

Sagres waited quietly, and finally Hagrid turned and went into the cabin. After searching for a while, he finally found some dusty bottles and jars in a corner.

“The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider—” Hagrid picked up a clay jar and put it aside. Sagres stared blankly at the word “jam” written on the jar.

“You’ll have to grind the moonstone into powder yourself—” Hagrid said, handing over several moon-white stones covered in bird droppings.

“Mermaid scales…here…” He pulled another dried mermaid specimen from the wall, rubbed it a few times, and a pile of dried scales immediately appeared.

"I don't know if it will be useful, because I found it by the Black Lake..."

Sagres picked it up and glanced at it, finding nothing wrong with it.

“As for the vampire vines…” Hagrid scratched his head, his rough fingers tracing an arc in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, “I don’t have any here. I’ll have to go to the Forbidden Forest, but they’re hungry right now.”

He glanced hesitantly at the somewhat thin professor in the black robe, "How about I accompany you..."

“No need!” Sagres asked Hagrid to point him in the right direction, and then plunged into the Forbidden Forest.

Following the direction Hagrid pointed out, Sagres soon saw his target.

A few vampire vines glowed with a dull red light in the twilight, their tendrils pulsating slightly like blood vessels.

As soon as Sagres approached, the branches raised their tips like venomous snakes, revealing fine barbs.

"Relax!"

He flicked his wand, and a precise cutting spell flashed, severing the main vine.

The piece of bloodsucking vine on the ground emitted a wail-like hissing sound, its sap splattering on the withered leaves resembling blood. The remaining vines also froze instantly, slowly retreating into the shadows.

As Sagres pocketed his spoils, he muttered to himself, "You should be grateful for the concept of sustainable development in your past life, otherwise I would have uprooted you by now!"

He wouldn't play any blood-trapping tricks with such dangerous plants—unless he was teaching students.

"Should we go back to the centaur tribe to look again?" Sagres thought to himself, but in the end he shook his head and gave up.

Last time they went with a legitimate reason, but this time they're just bullying people. Horsemen are people too.

Hagrid couldn't find any other materials, so he planned to ask others at the upcoming Bronze Feather Gathering. Of course, he'd have to search the black market first.

Chapter 70 Practical Courses

On his way back to Hogwarts Castle, Sagres stopped by Hagrid's hut to retrieve the Flobber Caterpillars he had asked Hagrid to collect.

As a token of his gratitude, he left a bag of Galleons on Hagrid's wooden table.

Although Hagrid repeatedly waved his hand in refusal, he persisted in his decision, after all, some of the materials were quite valuable, and it was only right to provide appropriate compensation.

On the second day of class, Sagres walked into the classroom carrying a basket of Flobber caterpillars. No one audited the practical lessons except Hermione Granger, so there were only a few dozen people in the classroom.

"Today we will have a practical lesson, and each of you will have a chance for redemption."

The students immediately became interested, and Sagres waved his hand, causing the slimy insects to fly onto each student's desk.

The florper caterpillar is a fragile and boring creature. Its body secretes mucus, which makes it look somewhat disgusting, but it is actually not aggressive.

"Note that if someone's caterpillars suffer misfortune due to improper treatment, then that person must participate in the next Trauma Wheel."

The students didn't know what the Trauma Roulette was, but it seemed to be a form of punishment rather than a simple game.

Sagrais paced back and forth on the platform, and the young wizards below seemed very interested and eager to try.