HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

This magic is recorded in "The Secrets of Dark Magic" in the Forbidden Section of Hogwarts, which also records its originator—the infamous dark wizard of ancient Greece, "the despicable" Helbo.

In Sagres's view, the magic itself exuded a nauseating folly.

The soul is the core of magic, the foundation of consciousness, and the essence of a wizard's existence!

To be willing to mutilate and tear apart one's own soul for the sake of a vague and elusive "eternal life"? This is the ultimate act of folly, putting the cart before the horse! The resulting distortion and madness far surpass death itself.

In comparison, Nicolas Lemena's illusory immortality gained through the Philosopher's Stone seems far more plausible.

At this moment, the diary had become a lifeless object devoid of magic. Only the remnants of a soul remained, while Voldemort's own soul had vanished without a trace.

Sagres casually cast a healing spell on Lockhart, and although it didn't seem to have much effect, at least Lockhart's breathing became much more stable.

Just then, the enormous statue of Salazar Slytherin slowly opened its mouth, revealing a deep, dark hole.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody monster, over thirty feet tall and entirely crimson, crawled out of the hole.

Sagres stood there, staring at the smaller, fleshy monster, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The monster, however, had a clear objective. It leaped down from the statue's mouth, and a pair of blood-red giant wings suddenly unfurled from its back. The moment it landed, a dozen thick tentacles, like living snakes, stretched out and quickly supported its massive body, landing steadily between Sagres and Lockhart.

I know you!

The monster spoke.

It has more than one head, and when it speaks, more than a dozen mouths open and close at the same time, its voice a mixture of a boy's clear voice and hoarse echoes, which sounds very strange.

“You are Sargeras Greengrass, the youngest professor at Hogwarts right now…”

Sagres looked at the somewhat familiar flesh-and-blood monster, a cryptic expression on his face, and nodded with a half-smile.

"I've heard of you too, Voldemort..." His tone was calm as he pointed to Lockhart lying on the ground. "Can you enlighten me? Is this your accomplice? Or simply a victim?"

"Heh!" The flesh-and-blood monster let out a chilling chuckle. "You're quite perceptive; it doesn't surprise me that you guessed all this. Alright, then I'll tell you all about it..."

The enormous monster writhed its tentacles, its cold voice echoing in the secret chamber: "But let me make it clear beforehand, Lockhart, that piece of trash, is not worthy of being my accomplice. His empty head can probably hold nothing but greed for empty fame."

The flesh-and-blood monster, who believed he was in control of everything, began to boast to Sargeras about his series of brilliant decisions.

“It all started a few months ago,” his eyes gleamed mischievously, “a little witch named Ginny Weasley got my diary. Over the long years, she poured out her heart to me—those pitiful troubles and sorrows: being teased by her brothers, wearing old robes and using old books to go to school, and…” He deliberately drew out the words, “…she firmly believed that the famous, kind, and great Harry Potter would never like her…”

"She rambled on about school trivia, even mentioning..." the flesh-and-blood monster's voice carried a deliberate air of respect, "that she also longs to attend your class... Professor Greengrass!"

Voldemort's voice was full of smugness, and his massive body shook its head in a human-like gesture. "Too boring, listening to the childish worries of an eleven-year-old girl,"

He continued, his voice feigning gentleness, "But I responded patiently, playing the role of a kind and understanding person. Ginny was absolutely smitten with me. 'Oh, Tom, no one understands me like you do…' 'Oh, Tom, I'm so glad to have this diary to confide in…' 'Oh, Tom, you're like a friend I can put in my pocket…'"

He let out a cold, piercing laugh, as if admiring his own masterpiece. But Sagles thought the other man might not be able to laugh for long.

Chapter 95 Dramatic Transformation

“Not to boast, Professor, but manipulating people has always been one of my strengths. Ginny opened her whole soul to me—and that's exactly the nourishment I need. I'm growing stronger, far beyond what little Miss Weasley could ever be, strong enough to manipulate her into doing things she doesn't know about…”

"For example?" Sagres asked at the opportune moment, becoming a perfect straight man.

"For example, opening a secret room, strangling the school's rooster, leaving horrifying bloody words on the wall, releasing a basilisk to attack Filch's cat and a Muggle-born wizard."

"And then?" Sagles continued to press, perfectly playing the role of listener.

“Yes,” Voldemort’s voice remained calm, yet carried a chilling undertone, “Of course, she knew nothing about it. That’s the most interesting part. I really wish you could read her later diary… how fascinating…”

He imitated the little girl's voice, but combined with his enormous and bizarre body, it sounded terrifying:

"Dear Tom, I seem to be suffering from amnesia, and my robe is covered in chicken feathers..."

"Dear Tom, what did I do on Halloween? A cat died..."

“Dear Tom, Percy said I look terrible, like a completely different person…”

"Dear Tom, I don't remember where I went..."

"Dear Tom, what should I do? I feel like I'm going crazy..."

"Dear Tom, I suspect... I am the murderer!"

“Dear Tom…”

"Hahaha--!"

The flesh-and-blood monster unleashed a cruel, maniacal laugh, causing the stone walls of the secret chamber to vibrate.

"It wasn't until the school started investigating that silly little Ginny finally stopped trusting her 'dear Tom' and decided to throw away her diary..."

The flesh-and-blood monster's voice was full of mockery, "And just at that moment, our 'great' Professor Lockhart, by some twist of fate, obtained it..."

As he said this, he glanced at Lockhart, who was sprawled on the ground, his eyes swirling with intense disdain and mockery.

Lockhart twitched weakly a few times, but was unable to get up.

"To be honest, it's easier to fool the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts than to fool a little girl... That's beyond my expectations."

He added coldly, "Dumbledore must really be senile, hiring such an incompetent fool as a professor... But it's all for the best, otherwise my path to rebirth would have been much more difficult. After all, to deal with this idiot, all you need to do is throw him a few nauseating compliments and draw up some tempting promises when he's at his wit's end, and he'll be at your beck and call... Ha, he's even more useful than a house-elf."

Lockhart on the ground convulsed again, as if stung by the words. Sagres raised an eyebrow, sensing that Lockhart might be a little unhappy.

Is there anything else?

“Ha, of course!” The flesh-and-blood monster abruptly turned to Sargeras, its massive body looming down with overwhelming force. “And then, the great Voldemort, relying solely on a memory from when he was sixteen, accomplished this arduous feat of rebirth!”

As he spoke, he raised a twisted, sharp claw, its tentacles wriggling like those of a living creature.

“I told Lockhart that I knew how to solve the secret chamber, and he naturally believed me and came. Then I released the basilisk to prevent that starving beast from disturbing my sacred ritual…”

"Finally, I completed the final use of this waste, temporarily detached myself from the diary, and found a brand new and perfect body."

He proudly displayed the crimson, grotesque body, "I discovered it when I was sixteen—Salazar Slytherin's most perfect flesh-and-blood magical creation! I was powerless to wield it then, but now, for a soul without a body, isn't it the most ideal vessel?"

“It is indeed very strong!” Sagres nodded in agreement.

“Ha, you’re very honest…” Voldemort looked at Sagrais, his tone full of feigned regret, “But what a pity, I still have to kill you!”

“That is indeed a pity…” Sagres nodded in agreement.

"Hahahaha-!"

Voldemort suddenly let out a wild shriek, the strange echo causing the torches in the secret chamber to flicker erratically.

"Forget everything and it's all empty!"

A sudden sound interrupted Voldemort's maniacal laughter, and then an icy blue light shot out from behind him, striking the massive flesh-and-blood body precisely!

Sagres couldn't help but smile—he had personally witnessed Lockhart dragging his mangled body, silently rising from behind Voldemort, and then waving his wand to deliver that curse.

The dazzling magical light revealed the attacker's astonishing mastery of the spell, something Sagrais hadn't anticipated.

Most importantly, ordinary offensive magic would not cause any damage to this flesh and blood monster; instead, it would nourish its body. However, the "Forget All" spell is not aimed at the physical body.

Torches flickered in the sealed room, creating a solemn atmosphere.

The flesh-and-blood monster's massive body stood frozen in place, its eyes, which had previously gleamed with cunning, smugness, or coldness, now empty and blank.

Lockhart, having exhausted his magic, collapsed and fell into a coma. Sagres, meanwhile, observed this unprecedented change with great interest.

The other's multiple heads turned clumsily, their empty eyes scanning the gloomy chamber, Lockhart on the ground, the standing Sagres, and their own scarlet body covered with tentacles and claws.

Then he let out a confused and painful growl. The sound was still strange, but it had lost all purpose and was just primal agitation and discomfort.

"What...is this? Who...am I?"

His voice echoed hoarsely, no longer clear sentences, but more like the unconscious groans of a wild beast.

Sagres stood calmly in place, his wand slightly raised, but not pointing at the other person. A playful smile played on his lips, as if he were observing the opening of an absurd drama.

The flesh-and-blood monster looked down at itself in confusion: "...This body...why do I have tentacles? And—"

He counted his heads with his tentacles: "—A string of heads? Am I a monster?"

Sagles raised an eyebrow: "I'm afraid so, Tom. But considering your past taste, this image is probably more presentable now."

The flesh-and-blood monster looked at Sagrais suspiciously: "'Tom'? That's my name? It sounds too ordinary."

Sagras shrugged. "Don't worry, you later gave yourself a more 'impressive' name—Voldemort, or the Dark Lord. But right now, we need to deal with the problem at hand."

The fleshy monster raised a tentacle and poked its own face: "The problem? You mean I look like a failed experiment, a hybrid of a troll and an octopus?"

Sagres couldn't help but chuckle: "A very accurate description. But strictly speaking, it's the work of a wizard, and you... well, you're its current resident."

The flesh-and-blood monster was silent for a moment: "...So, I'm a tenant? What's the rent? My soul?"

Sagles nodded. "Pretty much. But the good news is, you've already prepaid."

The flesh-and-blood monster looked around and saw the unconscious Lockhart: "And this is... my previous landlord?"

Sagles smiled: "No, he's the 'assistant' that made you who you are now. Although his main contribution was lying on the ground."

The flesh-and-blood monster pondered, "Did I do something to him? I vaguely remember... the phrase 'waste utilization'?"

Sagles raised an eyebrow again: "Don't blame yourself too much, he was never very useful to begin with."

The flesh-and-blood monster suddenly became alert: "Wait, if I am the Dark Lord—assuming I really was—then who are you? My nemesis? My follower? Or... my creditor?"

"For now, I'm just an observer," Sagres said slowly. "But if you'd like, we can redefine our relationship. For example, the only one willing to talk to the amnesiac monster?"

The flesh-and-blood monster let out a cold laugh: "How touching. So, what should I do now? Rule the world? Destroy the world? Or... save the world?"

Then he looked down at his strange body and fell silent.

Sagrass calmly gazed at the enormous fleshy monster before him, without a trace of fear in his eyes. For this was a creation he had made himself—if he wished, he could transform this monstrous body into a docile puppet with a single thought.

only……

He narrowed his eyes slightly, examining the obviously "shrunken" monster thoughtfully.

“Stay here for now.” Sagres casually waved his wand, and the flesh monster froze on the spot, a hint of human-like fear flashing in its scarlet eyes.

Then Sargeras transformed into a raven and soared into the air, flying straight toward the gaping maw of the Slytherin statue, before walking into the dark hole.

Chapter 96 A Letter

It's been a thousand years.