HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

The old witch lifted the curtain and went into the room, fiddled around for a while, and then came out again with faltering steps.

"I have about one ounce here. How much do you want?"

Sagres looked at the beard in the bottle, his eyes suddenly narrowing slightly.

You're wasting my time, you understand?

This old witch actually tried to fool him with fake goods.

Sagres moved his fingers, and the other person froze instantly. Then he snapped his fingers again, uncovering the jar that was covered by a black cloth.

His expression immediately worsened. Inside the opened glass jar, the so-called "Madago Cat" was twisting and deforming, turning from a black cat into a puddle of mud.

“Boggart…” Sagres said in an unfriendly tone, a flame igniting in the bottle, “Truly creative!”

“Wait! I can explain—” The shopkeeper’s words were cut short as Sagrais waved his hand, and flames immediately burst into flames on both sides of the wooden shelves.

He walked slowly through the burning shop, his slender fingers precisely selecting several bottles of dragon's blood and moonstone powder from the shelves—these genuine materials were his compensation for wasting his time.

Finally, Sagres straightened his cuffs, reflecting on everything that had happened that day, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Forget it, next time I'll just post the request directly on Bronze Feather!"

Although it may take a few more days, it's better than dealing with these liars and unscrupulous merchants.

Thinking of this, he left directly from the door, and the shop owner finally dared to run outside to call for help to put out the fire. The dark wizards in the alley tacitly looked away and walked around her shop.

Chapter 72 The Gathering in the Forbidden Forest

The October night wind swept fallen leaves across the spire of Hogwarts. Sagres put down the manuscript of "The Creeping Darkness" and glanced at the magical hourglass in the library.

The timing was perfect; midnight was approaching.

He stood up, slowly walked out of the castle, past the greenhouse, past the Quidditch pitch, around Hagrid's pumpkin patch, and finally into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

He only stopped when he was surrounded by thick thorns and boulders, and took his wand out of his pocket.

“Stone beams, thorns and brambles as roof tiles.”

Suddenly, white stone slabs rose from the ground, and fallen dead trees automatically wove together to form a dome, which was finally covered with thorns and glowing moss.

In the blink of an eye, a safe house shaped like a giant beast's skull sprawled in the forest clearing.

Sagres took out the badge of the Bronze Feather from his pocket and lightly stroked its surface with his fingertips.

Eight figures appeared one after another with a loud explosion that distorted space, followed by several voices echoing in the Forbidden Forest.

"Merlin's stinky socks, can't you change this damn entrance?" Stork mumbled, covering his mouth.

"What's up with him?"

"It's too far away, and I might feel nauseous now..." Swift guessed.

"Alright everyone, let's go inside and talk this over." Sagres clapped his hands, and suddenly a flame lit up in the "eye socket" of the safe house, like a giant beast slowly opening its eyes.

The night wind whistled through the ribbed window frames.

The falcon's throat bobbed: "Do we really have to have a meeting in such a... creative place?"

“Don’t be afraid…” Thunderbird joked, “Your wand is quite in line with the style of this place.”

“Thank you for your comforting words,” Red Falcon said sternly as she put away her spine-shaped wand, “though I only felt offended.”

Ms. Xuexiao nervously turned her Eastern European-style silver ring: "If I may ask one more question, what exactly is this place...?"

“Deep in the Forbidden Forest, about 10 miles from Hogwarts,” Sagles replied casually.

“What?” Ms. Snowowl said in surprise, “I can’t go to England. I’ve been banned from entering England by the Ministry of Magic, and it will be four years before the ban is lifted.”

"Don't worry, nobody knows you're here..."

He comforted the other person while waving his wand.

In the blink of an eye, a long table made of dark oak rose from the ground, and nine high-backed chairs automatically arranged themselves in place. The chair backs were also engraved with the signature animal of each member of the Bronze Feathers.

Sagres took his seat first, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, and a drink appeared in front of each person.

The kestrel curiously sipped the black liquid in its cup, then its eyes widened in surprise: "What...what is this? This thing is biting my tongue!"

“Cola,” Sagres said without looking up, “a Muggle drink.”

"Muggle-made?" Red Falcon looked skeptical, took another sip, and said, "Are you sure they didn't just capture a wizard to make this for them? This thing seems to have magic!"

“Instead of worrying about secrecy laws,” Sagres tapped his glass to get everyone’s attention, “let’s talk about what you want to learn tonight!”

The kestrel immediately raised its hand, its movement so large it almost knocked over the stork's drink: "Ah, I'll go first, I'll go first. I want to learn 'Raven Shadow Instant Movement Technique,' but I just wanted to ask if I could replace 'Raven Shadow' with something else more elegant, like something that better suits my style..."

"What suits your temperament?" Stork slowly wiped the splattered substance from his sleeve. "A Dementor?"

The room was immediately filled with laughter.

"What about the rest?"

“I want to learn ‘Soul Mending.’” The hummingbird’s slender fingers gently caressed the parchment, her usually gentle voice now unusually firm: “I want to learn this. But can it really heal souls tormented by the Cruciatus Curse?”

Sagress's grey-blue eyes narrowed slightly. "Like mending a torn spiderweb," his wand traced silver threads in the air, "as long as the core remains, it can always be stitched back together..."

"Then I'll learn this!"

"Are you sure? You already know a lot of healing magic. I was going to suggest you learn some offensive or defensive spells first."

"Thank you, Raven, but let's start with this for now. I have a few patients..."

"As you wish."

Sagres nodded thoughtfully and turned to the others.

"I want to learn this 'Thunderbolt' move, is that okay?"

"Of course, anything listed on the parchment is acceptable."

"Summon Wolf Soul".

Swift curiously poked at a spell on the parchment. "This 'Whispers of the Dead,' can it really talk to corpses?"

"Only 'yes' or 'no' answers are allowed." Sagres flicked a wisp of silver light with his wand. "And I recommend choosing fresh ones; those that are too rotten are prone to slurred speech."

……

When the last member chose the spell, Sagres suddenly pointed his wand at his temple.

"Memory diversion!"

He kept tapping his temples with his wand, and with each tap, a phantom would separate from his body. After eight taps, eight semi-transparent Sargeras emerged one by one.

Each phantom was accompanied by a different magical aura—the fingertips of "Soul Mending" were wrapped in silver threads, the ends of "Thunderbolt's" hair crackled with electricity, and the most terrifying was the phantom responsible for "Whispers of the Dead," whose pupils flickered with eerie green flames...

"This..." Even the well-informed Thunderbird couldn't help but be somewhat shocked. "This is truly astonishing. What kind of magic is this?"

“It’s not as powerful as you think.” Sagres rubbed his temples. “It’s just a temporary illusion created by magic, plus a little bit of memory.”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the eight phantom figures immediately approached their respective "students".

“Let’s begin, everyone.” Sagres picked up a drink from the table and took a sip. “Let’s try to master the basics of the spell before sunrise… After all, I have a small favor to ask of you all after this.”

The robin hesitated for a moment, then finally asked, "Raven! Since this place is so close to Hogwarts, could you show me around?"

She clasped her hands together in a praying gesture, "I heard that there are protective spells inside, personally arranged by the four founders—"

"I want to go too!" Red Falcon suddenly looked up. "I've only ever heard about it, but I've never been before!"

Sagles raised his hand to stop further requests: "I'm afraid not."

His voice was gentle yet undeniable: "My current identity is only that of a professor, not a principal, much less a tour guide."

Seeing the disappointed expressions on everyone's faces, he added, "However... if you really want to visit, you can simply write a formal letter to Dumbledore, and I don't think he will refuse."

Red Falcon suddenly squeezed in, its eyes sparkling: "What if you became the principal? Would you then—"

“Red Falcon.” Nightingale grabbed her by the back of her collar. “Don’t cause him any more trouble. If you really want to go, I’ll write to the headmaster of Hogwarts tomorrow.”

The room suddenly fell silent, with only Sagres' eight clones still emitting a faint glow in their respective teaching areas.

He coughed lightly, a few sparks flying from the tip of his wand: "Focus on your practice!"

Chapter 73 The Unexpected Turn of Events on Halloween

Time flies, and Halloween is here in the blink of an eye. Sagres is lucky enough to be assigned the task of decorating the castle.

He declined Professor Flitwick's offer of help and wandered around the castle alone.

The wand twirled gently at the fingertips, and the corridors of Hogwarts began to twist and deform—with each tap of the wand, the torches on the walls would suddenly burst into a ghostly blue flame.

Wherever he walked, exquisitely carved skulls emerged from the stone walls, their jaws opening and closing, emitting clucking laughter, and orange-red flames flickering in their eye sockets.

The castle is filled with upside-down bats, but they are not ordinary decorations; they are large black bats that suddenly swoop down and stop, shouting "Points deducted!"

"Professor!" The plump lady by the spiral staircase waved eagerly, "We want new clothes too!"

Sagres didn't refuse; he gently waved his wand, and the once elegant portrait figures were transformed into horror movie protagonists—

Sir Cadogan's armor was covered in rust and maggots, but he himself shouted excitedly, "That's it! That's more like it!"

The plump woman, her hair disheveled, crawled halfway out of the picture frame and whispered hoarsely to the passing students, "The password... is... blood..."

But she couldn't hold it in for more than two seconds before she covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

Hagrid's giant pumpkins finally came in handy. These pumpkin lanterns weren't just for lighting; they floated and moved through corridors and passageways. If any young wizard got too close, they would be swallowed whole and spat out after a while.

Moreover, while they swallow students, they also open their gaping maws and spray red candies at passing students, and occasionally they will spray out some rubber toys.

Some students, in order to get candy and toys, deliberately tricked unsuspecting students into touching the pumpkin lanterns, and then watched as the other students were swallowed.

Thick, grayish-white mist rose from the ground all over the castle. The students trudged through it, and the worst part was that if they stayed in one place for too long, a pale hand would suddenly reach out from the mist and grab their ankles.

Many young wizards lost their shoes because of this.

During the party, the moment the students pushed open the auditorium doors, all sound abruptly ceased—the ceiling transformed into a churning, blood-red ocean, with enormous ghost ships occasionally appearing in the gloomy clouds, skeleton sailors standing on the deck, throwing burning paper balls down.

The long table transformed into the carapace of a giant, wriggling centipede, the tableware into carved ribs, and the goblets filled with bubbling "brain-boiling drinks."

Candy ghosts will suddenly jump out of the plate, and cakes and puddings will suddenly stretch out their arms and make a sharp popping sound.