HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

However, simply tolerating them did not deter these students with distorted values. Instead, Sagres' silence emboldened them and made them even more demanding.

When verbal attacks failed, they resorted to hurling curses at them.

At first, Sagres also fell victim to these curses a few times, suffering facial swelling and hair growth. Although the negative effects of these minor curses were not strong, and Madam Pomfrey could deal with them in a few minutes, Sagres couldn't possibly be on high alert with his wand all the time.

After all, insults are one thing, but physical violence is another.

He's not just a Ravenclaw who only studies; in fact, he's quite capable in practical matters as well.

For the next period of time, besides attending classes and spending time in the library, Sagres spent his days precisely intercepting lone Slytherins, pressing the tip of his wand against their trembling Adam's apple, and giving them their daily "practical instruction."

For a time, Hogwarts was in complete chaos.

However, in most cases, after teaching someone a lesson, Sagrais would cast a healing spell on them—at least to remove the surface wounds, otherwise they would be locked up.

As for psychological trauma, that was not within his consideration.

Perhaps Sargeras went too far, as the group of underage wizards were severely frightened, to the point that some members of pure-blood families began to put pressure on Snape.

The young dean spoke with Sagles multiple times, even resorting to verbal threats against him.

At first, Sacramento was cooperative, but he soon realized that the Slytherin headmaster was not there to solve the problem. He was extremely biased, lacked impartiality, and imprisoned Sacramento without even asking what had happened.

This infuriated Sagres, who tried to report it to Dumbledore, but to little avail.

With no other recourse and nowhere else to turn for help, Sagrais turned on the Slytherin students and unleashed his fury.

This time, instead of waiting for others to provoke him, he took the initiative to cause trouble for these people, and afterwards he would even treat them.

When students reported him, he simply denied it.

Sagres remembered what he had said: “Professor, you’re saying I used a cutting charm on him?” His face was full of doubt: “How could that be? How could I use such an offensive charm on a classmate? You must be mistaken.”

"Moreover, they didn't even have a single wound on their bodies. If this isn't a misunderstanding, then it's a blatant frame-up."

"What? You're saying I cast a spell on him and then healed him? Who would do something so pointless?"

This tug-of-war came to an end when Dumbledore branded his secondhand wand with a trace.

The moment the Elder Wand touched the yew wood shaft, Sagres sensed the warning hidden behind those crescent-shaped glasses.

He understood that from then on, Dumbledore could see every spell he cast with that wand, if the old headmaster so desired.

That evening, Sagres leaned against the top of Ravenclaw Tower, letting the mountain wind fill his robes. Finally, he chose to seal the secondhand wand into a dragonskin case, and then frantically practiced silent, wandless spellcasting atop the Astronomy Tower.

To be honest, everyone in the wizarding world should be grateful that Zagreb is a time traveler. After all, if it weren't for the marks left by his nine years of compulsory education in his previous life, Zagreb might very well have become another Dark Lord.

During that time, he was either in class or confined during the day. Only in the quiet of the night could he sneak into the library and read voraciously.

Just like today, Snape would often come to the library late at night to capture Sacramento. Sometimes, Sacramento would manage to escape, but more often than not, he would be caught and put back in solitary confinement, and Peeves played a significant role in all of this.

At first, Sagres felt angry and discouraged, but as time went on, he gradually calmed down. Fortunately, his hard work paid off, and the power of his silent, wandless magic was now almost the same as when he used a wand.

Then came the incident of being expelled in fifth grade.

After learning a great deal about magic in the library, the young Sagras began to try creating his own spells—without the aid of external forces.

He secretly went to the Forbidden Forest in the dead of night, where he summoned his guardian spirit, a raven.

Yes, he and ravens have a special connection.

At that time, he was somewhat disappointed with the Patronus Charm. This complex and advanced magic could only be used to defend against Dementors and Groundbats, and its effect was limited.

He was determined to combine the Guardian Angel with other magic to enhance its offensive capabilities.

Ultimately, he chose the Fiend Curse.

Pale flames erupted from the pure white raven's body, completely different from the Fiendfire he had used before. These pale flames were not only more bizarre in form, but also more dangerous and troublesome than the Fiendfire.

Ravens flew swiftly through the air, their brilliant fiery tails distorting the very air with their intense heat.

For a fleeting moment, Sagras thought he had succeeded, but then his guardian began to wail and was eventually reduced to ashes in the flames.

The Fiendfyre curse, this terrifying dark magic, burned everything around Sargeras to ashes. To his relief, the spell did not go out of control, and he did not end up playing with fire and getting burned.

The initial attempt to create the spell ended in failure, but Sargeras was not too disappointed.

However, Snape, that persistent ghost, has reappeared.

Looking at the forest scorched into charred earth, Sagres knew that this time he would be confined for at least a month.

“Sagres…” Snape’s tone carried a hint of schadenfreude, “I must admit, you have a lot of nerve.” He looked at Sagres as if he were seeing him for the first time, “You dared to steal Fiendfire; do you know how terrible the consequences would be if this spell got out of control?”

Sagres frowned and remained silent.

Snape continued, "Your wand has traces of Dumbledore's magic. There's no denying it now. You'll be expelled!"

Sagles spoke coldly: "Snape, why are you always targeting me?"

"Call me Professor Snape! Do I need to teach you how to respect your Potions professor?"

A fine crack appeared in Sagrais's yew wand in his palm. He suddenly chuckled at Snape, who was not far away, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes: "Very well, Professor Snape! Would you like to see real spells?"

In an instant, the power of magic tore through the night, and more than a dozen beams of different colored spells exploded in the sky above the Forbidden Forest, creating a magnificent yet terrifying scene.

The powerful magical fluctuations even reached Hogwarts Castle.

Sagres stood silently in the center of the scorched earth, holding his charred wand. The wisps deep within the wand's core nearly vanished into smoke under the impact of the magic.

“Snape, Professor…” Sagres stared coldly at Snape emerging from the Forbidden Forest, his tone icy: “If I wanted to, you would have been dead just now.”

Snape pursed his lips and remained silent, but the shock in his eyes revealed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Sagrais's voice was deep and cold, sharp as a knife: "If I hadn't restrained myself, do you think you and your bunch of pure-blood brats would still be able to study at Hogwarts unscathed?"

Recalling his school years, Sagles's heart was filled with emotion.

He realized he was really about to leave the ancient castle, but before that, he had to get his grievances out.

"You and Dumbledore are utterly unjust, just because of my bloodline?" Sagres turned to Dumbledore, who appeared in the phoenix fire, his face growing even uglier. "Yes, bloodline! My beloved Headmaster, the great Professor Dumbledore, when those noble names cursed my birth, when I was being cursed, why didn't you appear as quickly as you have today?"

“Oh, I see.” Sagres nodded. “You’re here to fire me!”

“I’m afraid so, Sagres. You’ve broken too many rules.” Dumbledore’s voice was calm and firm, a complex glint in his eyes.

Sagrass turned to Snape, his eyes cold. "As you wish, Severus Snape, you have finally kicked me out of Hogwarts."

Then he gave Dumbledore a deep look, said nothing, and Apparated away.

have nothing to say.

It was a pity that he hadn't finished reading all the books in the library. Just before leaving, Sagres thought to himself...

Chapter 7 Halloween

October arrived in the blink of an eye, and Hogwarts grew even colder.

The first month of school passed peacefully, though a few minor incidents occurred during that time.

The story that Sagrais heard most often was that Harry Potter was chosen as Gryffindor's youngest Seeker in a hundred years.

Secondly, there's Professor Quirinus Quirrell, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, and turned classroom teaching into a classic example of failure.

This puzzled Sagles, because Professor Quirrell, like him, had attended Ravenclaw.

Moreover, I heard that he had excellent grades in school and was outstanding in academic theory. The only problem was that he lacked confidence and was introverted and sensitive.

While studying at Sacramento, Professor Quirrell briefly taught a course on "Muggle Studies" at Hogwarts. I attended his class, and to be honest, he wasn't very good at it.

Quirrell's attitude toward Muggle culture was somewhat contradictory, showing both interest and underlying prejudice, which is common in the wizarding world. However, although his teaching results were not ideal at the time, they were not as bad as they are now.

According to the students' descriptions over the past few days, this professor who was rehired has not only failed to improve over the years, but has actually become worse than before.

However, none of this concerns Sargeras. He was invited back by Dumbledore, so even if others teach poorly, he doesn't need to worry about it. He only needs to teach his own classes well.

Sagres fiddled with the raven's obsidian eyes; his research had hit a roadblock lately, and he needed to do something else to distract himself.

For example, give this guy a new eye...

Moreover, he had already had it custom-made.

With a "flutter," a gray owl landed in front of the office window carrying a package. Sagres opened the window, took the package, and pulled out a handful of mithril shavings.

There was only one thing in the package: a constantly rotating magical eyeball, made by the alchemist master Barclay. He knew about this person entirely because of Mad-Eye Moody's recommendation.

Yes, Barclay was the alchemist who created the Magic Eye for Moody.

However, the eyeball that Sagres customized was different from Moody's because it was too small. It only functioned as a spy, and could only transmit to him the images that Loctis saw.

It also retains the previous function of refracting magic, which can emit light from the eyeballs and play pre-recorded messages.

But that's enough, since it's a messenger after all.

Sagres nodded in satisfaction, but then suddenly noticed the owl still standing by the window, tilting its head and looking at him.

He slapped his forehead: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

He waved his hand, and a bag of nearly expired owl food flew out of the drawer. He grabbed a handful and handed it to the other person.

After sending the owl away, Sagles quickly replaced the raven's eyes and sent it flying around for a bit.

The raven flew swiftly around the castle, and through its new eyes, Sargeras saw a group of young wizards training on the Quidditch pitch...

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Halloween is at the end of October.

Hogwarts was filled with floating pumpkin lanterns and bats, and the castle was filled with a festive atmosphere.

Sagles sat on the professor's chair, showing little interest in the lavish dinner.

Actually, when he was notified to attend the dinner, he wanted to refuse, but Professor Flitwick, as his dean during his student days, had helped him a lot, so he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say no...

Inside the Great Hall, the young wizards were happily enjoying their dinner, and the professors were chatting amongst themselves. However, the ghosts of the castle had all vanished, with only Peeves wandering around.

But not everyone was in the Great Hall, Hermione, for example.

This clever little wizard isn't always so bright; she's been in school for almost two months and hasn't made a single friend yet.

This already frustrated her, but then Ron Weasley spoke ill of her in front of so many people.

All she did was correct his spellcasting technique during the spell class.

She helped him, and he spoke ill of her behind her back! Hermione kept repeating this to herself...