HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Sagres nodded and continued to patrol through the crowd.

Harry and Ron were paired together. Harry was already able to reliably knock the short stick out of the puppet's hand, but although Ron's spell hit the puppet, the short stick in its hand remained completely still.

“Mr. Potter,” Sagraeth’s gaze locked onto Harry, “analyze Mr. Weasley’s mistake.”

"It's target bias, Professor! The Disarming Charm is designed to deprive a threat, not to inflict harm."

Sagres nodded slightly. "Do you understand, Mr. Weasley?"

“Understood, Professor!” Ron took a deep breath and refocused his gaze on the short stick.

Sagrath then turned his gaze to Hermione and her partner Neville. Hermione's Disarming Charm's red light was already quite concentrated and powerful, but Neville's wand tip could only spew out a few scattered sparks.

“Miss Granger, point out the problem with your partner.”

"His swing was not decisive enough, Professor. It needs to be a clean and crisp forward thrust, not a hesitant one."

Upon hearing this, Neville immediately adjusted his movements, trying his best to imitate the perfect movement in his mind.

Finally, Sagres arrived in the Slytherin area. Goyle's clumsy movements and lackluster spell effects stood out in the crowd, and his partner was none other than Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy, analyze your partner's mistakes."

"Misdirection; the disarming spell is meant to disarm, not repel; distorted movements; power should be concentrated in a momentary burst at the wrist, not swung like a club; confused will; hesitation and fear severely weaken the spell's effectiveness..."

“Mr. Gore, do you understand?” Sagres turned his gaze to Gore.

Gore nodded sullenly.

Everyone's guidance was as precise as a scalpel—brief, direct, and to the point! They had no superfluous emotions or nonsense, and their efficiency was astonishing.

Even those students who fail can correct themselves in a "mechanical mindset" state, based on the perfect memory template in their minds, with immediate results.

The golden rays of the setting sun streamed through the high windows, casting long shadows on the polished floor.

The auditorium was filled with a dense glow of incantations and the crisp sound of wooden sticks hitting the ground. The incantations of "Expelliarmus" rose and fell, and even the youngest first-year students were able to successfully knock the short sticks out of the puppet's hands after several attempts.

Following this, Sagres announced the start of the practical session on the Petrifying and Stunning Curses. With the experience of successfully using the Disarming Curse and the established foundation in spellcasting, the students mastered the techniques much faster.

Although the spells are different, there are subtle commonalities in terms of magic control, concentration of will, and key points of movement.

Some quick-thinking students, by comparing the differences in the casting of different spells, were able to grasp the essence of new spells more quickly.

Even more interestingly, some students who had previously struggled with the Disarming Charm suddenly became clearly aware of their previous problems while practicing the other two spells, and were able to immediately apply this understanding back to their initial practice, thus achieving self-correction.

Sagles stood on the sidelines, watching the orderly scene, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

The four-hour class flew by.

When Sagrass raised his wand and silently dispelled the "mechanical mind" that had enveloped the entire room, an indescribable, deep-seated weariness instantly swept over all the students.

It felt as if the mental framework that supported their efficient operation had been suddenly ripped away; many people even involuntarily swayed their bodies and let out low groans.

A buzz of discussion filled the auditorium as the professors exchanged astonished glances.

What caught the students off guard was that the spells they had just been using with such ease now seemed like strange childish tricks.

They struggled to wave their wands, but could only manage to produce a few pitiful sparks or a faint wisp of red light, a far cry from their previous smooth and precise spellcasting.

Chapter 121 Frenzy

I know the confusion in your hearts.

Sagras' calm voice rang out at the right moment. He gently tapped his temple with his slender fingers: "Don't worry, the knowledge etched into your mind will not disappear. What you have temporarily lost is only the absolute and precise control over yourself."

His voice cut through the noise: “You have already experienced the success of spellcasting and clearly remember the feeling. It’s very simple to get back into that state—practice.”

His voice was rational and devoid of any warmth, even sounding somewhat cold: "A diligent person might regain the feeling after ten attempts; a lazy person might need thousands of repetitions to barely master it. That's fair, isn't it?"

After saying that, he casually waved his wand, and the transformed puppets and practice area instantly returned to rows of neat oak tables and chairs.

Sagres nodded slightly to the crowd.

"get out of class dismissed. Let's go eat."

The students surged toward their respective college tables like a tidal wave, and the auditorium erupted in a cacophony of exhaustion and excitement.

Professor Flitwick excitedly ran to Sagrais's side, his high-pitched voice filled with barely suppressed amazement: "Sagrais! What... what kind of magic is that? You created it yourself, didn't you?"

“That’s right.” Sagres nodded calmly in confirmation.

Although the other professors didn't gather around, their ears were clearly perked up, and even Snape paused for a moment while adjusting his sleeves.

"Merlin's beard! It's simply... breathtaking!"

Professor Flitwick was so excited he almost jumped for joy. He waved his little hands. "When I first heard about it, I thought it was just a simple emotion spell, but I was clearly wrong. It's brilliant! Your skill in Charms has... has far surpassed mine!"

"You will always be my teacher."

Sagrass's voice was calm before dropping a bombshell: "Remember when I was imprisoned in Azkaban? The inspiration for this spell came from my observations and research on Dementors."

"Oh my god!"

Professor Flitwick gasped in shock.

Not only him, but even the usually serious Professor McGonagall and the friendly Professor Sprout were stunned and covered their mouths.

Meanwhile, Red Falcon was wondering if she should also take some time to visit Azkaban, and maybe she could even develop a powerful spell?

Only Snape's pupils suddenly contracted, and his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.

Sure enough!

He suddenly felt enlightened.

No wonder this guy surrendered so readily and willingly stepped into that fortress of despair—it was so he could study those monsters that even dark wizards avoided up close!

Azkaban... that was indeed a unique "laboratory" for studying Dementors.

So, what is he returning to Hogwarts at this moment to investigate? The secrets hidden within this thousand-year-old castle itself?

……

At the long table, the students looked listless, as if they had just finished a marathon, but their excitement was like a boiling cauldron.

Many people even forked their food while eagerly waving their wands, trying to recapture that magical feeling from the classroom.

The entire auditorium was filled with the clinking of cutlery and the clatter of lively discussions.

The most excited of them all was Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor. This second-year boy, who always lacked confidence, was now beaming with an unprecedented radiance.

Although his wand could only produce a tiny, faint spark now, the spellcasting principles clearly imprinted in his mind—the angle of his wrist, the rhythm of the incantation, the feeling of magic gathering—existed with unparalleled realism.

This is simply a miracle!

Neville was sure that even his strict grandmother couldn't do that.

……

……

Sagres's exemplary spell practice class was like a boulder thrown into the calm lake of Hogwarts.

The precise and efficient guidance and the immediate results completely ignited the long-dormant fighting spirit in the students' hearts.

The orderly scene in the hall, filled with the shimmering glow of the incantations, became a hot topic of discussion throughout the castle.

A frenzied "duel craze" quickly swept through the school.

Corridor corners, empty classrooms, and even the edge of the Quidditch pitch became makeshift dueling arenas.

The students, in small groups, imitated Sargeras's concise commands—"Target! Action! Will!"—and became increasingly proficient in using the Disarming Charm, the Armor Charm, and the Stunning Charm.

In the common room, discussions about spellcasting techniques and coping strategies replaced gossip.

Even Professor Flitwick was surprised to find that the quality of the spell assignments from the younger students had improved significantly, especially in terms of practical application.

However, beneath the fervor, undercurrents were brewing.

Sagles' emphasis on "de-threat" and "decisiveness and precision" has been misinterpreted by some students as pure aggression and power worship.

The ancient rivalry between academies has found a new outlet in this trend of "exchanging skills".

Problems began to emerge.

It started as a minor skirmish: Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom was "enthusiastically invited" to spar by two older Slytherins on his way to the greenhouse, only to be hit by a disarming charm, fall down covered in mud, and have his wand fly far away.

Susan Burns of Hufflepuff was startled when a sudden red glow from a Stunning Charm grazed her at the back door of the library, causing her to scatter books all over the floor. The perpetrator, however, simply chuckled and apologized, "It was just practice, don't be so nervous!"

Victims, constrained by the pretense of "exchanging ideas" and lacking strong evidence, often have no choice but to swallow their anger.

But soon, the conflict began to escalate.

Robert Hilliard of Ravenclaw was ambushed by three hooded students in a secluded corridor, who used disarming and stunning spells in turn.

Although he managed to protect himself with the Ironclad Charm, he was cornered and his wand was nearly taken away, while his opponent vanished before succeeding.

Even worse, some people have started to specifically "hunt" for certain individuals—such as students like Gore who have exposed their weaknesses in class and belong to the "rival" college.

He was cornered at the entrance of the prize room by several Gryffindors who, under the guise of "helping you improve," used a disarming charm to knock him to the ground and then a petrifying charm to completely subdue him, until he was in a sorry state before leaving.

Goyle was bruised and battered, but out of shame and fear of the "weak" label attached to Slytherin, he chose to remain silent.

However, his disheveled state did not escape anyone's notice.

When Draco Malfoy saw him like that in the Slytherin common room, his long-dormant eyes instantly turned icy.

"Gore!"

Malfoy's cold voice rang out in the somewhat empty lounge, and the first-year students immediately fell silent.

"Come here! Explain your... appearance."

He strolled over and looked down at Gore's disheveled state.

Gore shrank back slightly and mumbled indistinctly:

"N-nothing, Draco. I just tripped and fell..."

"Wrestling?"

Malfoy let out a short, sharp laugh. "Damn it? Do you think I'm blind?"

He leaned in abruptly, his voice low but carrying an undeniable threat, "It was done by those stupid lions of Gryffindor, wasn't it? How many?"