HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and smiled broadly.

"But this is a one-time exception. Next time you encounter something like this, please don't handle it privately. After all, you are still just first-year students."

“Professor McGonagall… is right… what you’re doing is far too… far too dangerous.”

Quirrell stammered in agreement, earning him a disdainful look from Snape.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and instead made a request to Sagrais: "Sagrais, could you please take these three back to the common room? Felius just told me that several students got pushed down the movable stairs on their way back from the Great Hall and are still in the infirmary..."

Sagles nodded. "No problem, Professor McGonagall. I'll be there to see them go into the Gryffindor common room."

After he finished speaking, he waved to the three young wizards: "The three of you are leaving."

The three little ones turned and left obediently like quails. Sagres glanced at Snape's ripped trousers, calmly recalled the raven perched on the cubicle door, and followed the little wizard out of the bathroom.

The four of them remained silent on the way, clearly indicating that the other three were still not fully calm. This was understandable, as it was indeed a bit beyond their abilities to put first-year students in the face of dangerous monsters.

Sagrass turned to the silent trio and, unusually, took the initiative to start a conversation: "Cheer up, you just fought side by side against a giant... and you even escaped unscathed. That's something to be happy about."

The three of them blushed upon hearing this. They thought about their performance just now, and to be honest, it wasn't good at all.

“Thank you, Professor Greengrass,” Hermione said to Sagrais.

Harry and Ron nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Professor, we are so grateful to you for saving us this time, otherwise..."

Ron shuddered as he spoke, thinking of the troll's unfulfilled blow.

Sagrais smiled and shook his head. He took out his wand and lightly tapped Harry and Ron respectively. The two immediately felt a warm and peaceful power fill their bodies, and they instantly relaxed.

“Potter, Mr. Weasley, you possess extraordinary courage! This is a precious quality, especially for Gryffindor.” Sagles praised their actions, his compliment making the young wizards blush slightly and scratch their heads in unison.

He then tapped Hermione, who was still somewhat downcast, with the tip of his cane and asked her, "Miss Granger, have you ever heard of love potion?"

Hermione was a little surprised that Sagrais would ask this question, but she answered honestly, "I've heard of it, Professor."

At the same time, the unknown power excited her, so she couldn't help but add, "I've seen a description of this potion in my Potions textbook."

Sagras nodded: "Love potion can induce false love... but there is no magic potion in the world that can induce friendship out of thin air..." He said seriously: "Not even false friendship."

"This just proves how precious friendship is... doesn't it!"

He then ushered the three thoughtful men into the lounge.

Before the portrait of the Fat Lady, the three young wizards thanked Sagrais again, and Hermione waved to Lochteis: "Goodbye, Mr. Raven!"

Loctis ignored her.

Late at night, inside the library.

As Sagres sat at the table, an idea that had popped into his head earlier at the dinner party became clearer, making him feel that the facts were indeed as he had thought.

Voldemort is not dead!

This man, who once held sway over the British magical world, ultimately met his downfall and vanished without a trace when faced with an infant.

Many people say he is dead, but Sagles now believes his speculation may be the truth.

“I’ll have to ask Dumbledore at Thursday’s tea,” Sagres decided.

------------------

Since the Halloween troll incident, Harry and Ron noticed that Hermione had changed a lot; in Ron's words, "She suddenly became a lot cuter."

This clever girl finally understood a principle—sometimes even if you're right, you need to pay attention to how you express yourself. Because a condescending tone can make others feel that you're showing off! And Hermione, realizing this, quickly integrated into the class.

The three naturally became friends after experiencing a crisis, and this was not solely because Hermione took the blame for Harry and Ron during the troll incident.

She was no longer so resistant to breaking school rules. To be honest, if a smart person really wants to get along with you, there's hardly anyone she can't win over...

The three of them were walking together toward the Quidditch pitch. The Quidditch tournament was starting at the end of the month, and Harry needed to make the most of his training time, while Hermione and Ron were there to cheer him on.

"So what kind of spell is that?" Harry turned to Hermione, who was always the best student among the three and knew many things that the other two didn't.

“I already told you, I don’t know, Harry.” Hermione shook her head helplessly; this was the fourth time the two of them had asked her this.

“I’ve heard that upperclassmen really enjoy Professor Greengrass’s classes…” Ron interjected, a hint of longing in his voice. “There’s absolutely no homework, not even a need for notes. Most importantly, everyone seems to become a lot smarter in his class…”

“That’s because he cast a spell on the students…” Draco Malfoy appeared with his two henchmen and said in his slow, annoying tone, “He also claimed that it was approved by the Department of Education of the Ministry of Magic, but Fudge told my father that he didn’t even have a record of it.”

"Oh, by the way, Fudge is the current Minister for Magic, you know that, right?"

The trio completely ignored the sudden appearance of the Malfoys and her two companions. Ron even turned to Harry and Hermione as if no one else was there and said, "Look at how arrogant he is. Anyone who didn't know better would think his dad was the Minister of Magic!"

Draco's face darkened. He stepped in front of the three, his tone dripping with malice: "Weasley, it seems you're just like your father, enjoying dealing with things related to Muggles..."

He glanced at Hermione beside Ron, then continued to mock Ron with a disdainful look: "If I were you, I'd go home right now and see if your fat mother is sneaking food in the kitchen again..."

"Don't you dare insult my mother..." Ron angrily rushed up to Malfoy and grabbed him by the collar, but before his fist could land, a hollow voice came from behind him.

“Weasley, Gryffindor will lose 5 points for fighting…” Snape appeared behind them without them noticing and immediately deducted 5 points from Gryffindor.

Ron was furious. Looking at Malfoy's smug expression, he couldn't help but retort, "That's not fair! He insulted my mother first..."

“Disrespecting the professor, another 5 points deducted!” Snape said expressionlessly.

Ron wanted to say something, but Harry and Hermione stopped him and forcibly pulled him away.

As Ron walked to the Quidditch pitch at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he was still muttering angrily, "You shouldn't have stopped me..."

"And then let Snape keep finding excuses to deduct points from Gryffindor?" Hermione interrupted his complaint.

"But he..."

“I know, Ron, we all know… Malfoy is a treacherous villain. Last time he challenged us to a duel, but then he went and reported Filch, almost getting us caught…”

"Then you shouldn't have stopped me in the first place..." Ron gradually calmed down, but he was still muttering to himself.

"If I were as powerful as Professor Greengrass, I guarantee that with just one spell, I could shut Malfoy's stinking mouth up forever..."

Hermione reminded him, "That's impossible. Even if you're a professor, you can't just cast spells on your students."

Harry couldn't help but ask, "So, do you think what Malfoy just said is true?"

Seeing that Ron was about to explode again, Harry quickly added, "I was talking about Professor Greengrass. Malfoy said he used a spell on a student in class..."

Ron: "The Malfoys love to exaggerate. If Professor Greengrass really broke the rules, why is he still able to teach at Hogwarts so peacefully?"

Hermione didn't say anything. Actually, she thought Malfoy might be telling the truth, but Ron was clearly still angry, so she kept it to herself.

Harry, on the other hand, thought Ron was right. After all, Professor Greengrass was invited back to Hogwarts by Headmaster Dumbledore, and he trusted Dumbledore, which meant that Professor Greengrass's teaching methods were not problematic.

"Do you think he was casting a spell on us when he touched us with his wand that night?" Harry suddenly remembered that on Halloween night, on the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Sagles had touched them with his wand, and then they seemed to become much happier.

"You should hurry up and train. Wood should have arrived quite a while ago..."

Chapter 9 Tutorial: How to Deal with Giants

Sagles walked toward the Ravenclaw Tower with his books. These were his last two classes in November. The Quidditch Cup would begin soon, and he would take this time to leave Hogwarts to take care of some personal matters.

The familiar classroom was still filled with students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff houses, though, to be honest, he preferred teaching students from those two houses.

The Gryphon and Slytherin houses have very strong personalities and enjoy teasing and sarcasm towards each other. Although his classes are protected by a spell, this cannot be completely avoided. However, it must be said that the classroom discipline achieved in the application of spell theory and practice is already a rare miracle for Gryphon and Slytherin.

Stepping into the classroom and glancing at the students, Sagreston immediately noticed that two students from Badgerhouse were absent.

Why didn't Djerevar and Rooney come?

The prefect of Badger House immediately replied, "Professor, they were trampled and broke their bones at the Halloween party and are currently hospitalized in the school infirmary..."

Sagles nodded, tapped the desk to signal everyone to be quiet, and opened his textbook.

"Today we'll discuss the evolution of the Stunning Spell and the distribution of its magical nodes..."

"professor……"

Jenny raised her hand to interrupt Sagrais, who frowned and gestured for her to continue.

"Could you teach us how to deal with trolls? I heard that you were the one who dealt with the trolls that broke into Hogwarts during Halloween..."

Sagras refused without hesitation: "It's not that I'm unwilling to teach you, but dealing with dangerous creatures is part of the curriculum for your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so I think you've come to the wrong person."

“But Professor, I think you’ve heard about it too, Professor Quirrell… I mean, it’s been pretty much the same in previous Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, we haven’t learned much useful stuff in this course…”

Looking at the dozens of approving eyes in the classroom, Sagres pondered for a moment, then finally closed "Introduction to Magic," his expression no longer so serious: "Since you've insisted, I'll teach you some basic knowledge about trolls..."

Several cheers immediately rang out in the classroom.

Sagres gestured to stop him and began to explain: "First of all, trolls are classified as XXXX level in the Department of Magic—dangerous but subduable creatures. Wizards divide them into three subspecies based on their habitat and physical characteristics: mountain trolls, forest trolls, and swamp trolls."

Looking at the bright-eyed students, Sagres couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The Defense Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts was practically nonexistent, and the students' complaints were indeed not unfounded. With that in mind, he explained in even greater detail.

"The first type, the mountain troll—"

It is the largest in size, with light gray skin that is rough and covered with wart-like protrusions. Its body emits a foul odor, and its teeth and nails are dirty and yellow.

They typically live in remote mountainous areas or caves, wielding rough wooden sticks or stones as weapons. They have extremely low intelligence, are highly aggressive, and often act on instinct.

He paused here, emphasizing, "This is also the most dangerous kind of giant monster."

Then he continued, "The second type, the forest monster—"

Its skin is light green, blending seamlessly into the forest environment. It is slightly smaller than the mountain trolls, but more muscular.

They often use tree trunks or thorny sticks and live in dense forests, such as the primeval woodlands of Northern and Eastern Europe.

Forest trolls are slightly more intelligent than mountain trolls; they excel at ambushing prey and will attack intruders through camouflage or by setting traps.

Seeing the fear on the students' faces, Sagres calmly added, "Don't worry too much, because compared to mountain trolls, forest trolls are very sensitive to fire magic, and flames can effectively drive them away."

He continued, "The third type is the swamp troll, also known as the river troll—"

Its skin is grayish-purple with scaly textures, adapted to aquatic environments, and its feet are large and webbed, making it easy to walk on riverbeds.

They have horn-like protrusions on their heads, sharp teeth, and inhabit swamps, rivers, and lakes, and are especially common in Northern Europe.

These giants are skilled divers and can lie in wait underwater for long periods to ambush their prey. Their attack methods include biting or smashing with stones.

It's important to note that swamp trolls become weak if they stay out of water for extended periods, and dry environments will restrict their movement.

At this point, Sargeras reminded everyone: "Trolls are different from giants. Giants are intelligent beings that are closer to humans, while trolls are completely wild magical creatures."

If any of you can't even tell the difference, Professor Kettleburn might just whack you on the head with his alchemical prosthetic limbs..."

The students couldn't help but laugh. Professor Kettleburn, their teacher of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, was scarred from frequent contact with dangerous creatures and now only had one leg and half an arm left.