HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Sagrass continued, "These three types of giants all have thick skin and high resistance to magic, so dealing with them requires combining their weaknesses and habits to choose targeted spells and strategies."

He glanced at the students present and offered his advice very sincerely: "Of course, if you encounter a giant monster in the wild, my advice is to run away immediately."

It's not that I don't believe in your abilities, but rather that trolls have very little of value about them; hunting them is just a waste of time.

Seeing the students nod in agreement, Sagrais continued his explanation with satisfaction: "So when you want to avoid a troll with low intelligence, the Obstruction Charm, the Disillusionment Charm, and the Transfiguration Charm will all be good choices for you."

The Obstruction Charm can hinder the troll's movements, the Transfiguration Charm can transform debris into brightly colored animals to attract the troll's attention, and the Disguise Charm allows you to become invisible and retreat safely.

A student raised their hand and asked, "But professor, what if we can't avoid it?"

“Then you must prepare for battle.” Sagres wrote the words “General Principles” in the air with his wand and said seriously, “First, keep your distance: Trolls are extremely strong but clumsy, so ranged attacks are safer.”

Second, exploit weaknesses: develop tactics based on the habitats and physiological characteristics of different trolls.

Third, teamwork: Working together as a team can distract the giant and increase the success rate.

Then, unusually, he asked his students a question: "So, can someone tell me which spells are best to use when fighting trolls?"

Everyone raised their right hands in unison.

Instead of immediately selecting someone to answer the question, Sagles reminded them, "As I said before, my classes don't award extra credit, so it's the same this time..."

The students still had their hands raised.

Sagles nodded: "Charles, you answer..."

"Stun Curse".

"Robert, what about you?"

"Eye Disease Curse, Professor."

“Jenny…”

"The disarming spell might work."

“Clarice…”

“I think it’s the Fire Charm and the Fluorescent Charm, Professor.”

"Angiva, what's your answer?"

"I will use a binding spell to tie their limbs."

Sargeras did not continue to call on anyone to answer questions; he gestured for everyone to put their hands down.

“As I said before, trolls have a high resistance to magic, so Charles, your stun spell will be useless unless it hits the head, and even if you do hit the head, it will probably only stun it for a few seconds.”

He beckoned, and a raven flew in from the window and obediently landed on the lectern. A beam of light emanated from its eyes, projecting the image of a giant onto the blackboard.

Sagres pointed at the image and said, "Don't forget, compared to their huge bodies, the giants' heads are pitifully small, so if you want to hit their heads from a distance, the accuracy of your spells can't be too low."

He continued his commentary: "The Eye-Bleeding Curse is indeed a good choice, but again, it needs to hit the head. The Disarming Curse is a complete mistake. Putting aside whether it can successfully disarm, even if you do, a wooden club weighing at least a hundred pounds will fly towards you. Ha, the troll probably won't even need to lift a finger..."

The students couldn't help but laugh again, but Sagles didn't intervene; he now felt that a little more fun in the classroom wouldn't hurt.

"Blazing flames and flickering light are indeed effective against forest trolls, and once the stick in their hand and the surrounding environment are ignited, they can be effectively driven away. Binding spells, on the other hand, require a great deal of magic power to ensure that the opponent is completely immobilized, after all, trolls possess astonishing strength..."

After reviewing everyone's answers, Sagres gave the standard answer suitable for students: "Considering your magical reserves and the number of spells you have mastered, I personally believe that an area-of-effect spell like 'Rapid Fire' will make it easier for you to hit the troll's head, while 'Flock of Birds' can effectively disrupt the troll's vision. The combination of these two is extremely effective."

"The best way to deal with swamp monsters is to use the Freeze Charm. Freezing the water surface can better restrict the opponent's movement, and the Drying Charm can also change the environment to weaken its stamina, provided that you can keep casting it."

Finally, Sagres sternly warned everyone: "Besides that, there are two things to keep in mind. First, don't even think about engaging in close combat with a troll unless you are a troll yourself. Second, try not to deal with it alone; unless absolutely necessary, always seek help."

Seeing that the students had all heard him clearly, he used his wand to write the spells he had mentioned on the blackboard: "Next, we will learn the distribution of magical nodes for all the spells mentioned in this lesson. Before the next practical lesson, everyone must master them thoroughly..."

The sound of pages turning filled the classroom...

When the bell rang, Sagres had already planned in his mind to give these underage wizards a vivid and engaging lesson in spell practice.

It should be a few days before Christmas. He'll gather all the students from both years and all four houses together and make them face a real troll...

"Professor...Professor Greengrass!"

Just as Sagres was about to leave the classroom, several students called him back.

"Professor, I have a younger brother who is in fifth grade and has not yet taken the OWLS exam. Can he audit your class?"

Sagres looked puzzled. When did Hogwarts students become so fond of learning?

However, he ultimately shook his head: "This is not something I can decide, Field. There is no precedent for this at Hogwarts."

The young wizards looked disappointed, but Sagrais changed the subject: "However, perhaps you could ask Headmaster Dumbledore for permission. After all, wanting to learn more is never a bad thing."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Several students immediately realized what he meant and excitedly called out to their companions.

They wanted to unite as many people as possible and then organize a petition at Hogwarts...

Chapter 10 Quidditch Begins

Sagres glanced at the wall clock, then took out his pocket watch to confirm, before finally picking up his coat and leaving the office.

The Quidditch Cup is about to begin, and the students' enthusiasm is at an all-time high, while he will be leaving Hogwarts for a while tomorrow morning.

Before that, however, he had to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the first game, and then go to the headmaster's office for his routine talk with Dumbledore.

To be honest, he wasn't really interested in the upcoming Quidditch match. Although Professor McGonagall had specifically invited him to attend, Sagles had decided that if he was in a hurry, he would leave halfway through.

After taking his seat in the professors' reserved area, Sagres looked around and found that it seemed that all the teachers were present except for Professor Celticburn, the teacher of the Magical Creatures Protection class.

Of course, Dumbledore wasn't there either, but Sagles guessed he was probably in his office using a spyglass to observe every move on the field...

Sitting in the last row, Sagles' thoughts drifted aimlessly. It was a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, and Mrs. Hooch, the referee, had been a professional Quidditch player for a time in her youth.

Professor McGonagall was different. She had been a Seeker for Gryffindor during her student days and even had a trophy engraved with her name in the trophy room, but she did not become a professional player.

Before they knew it, the game had started. Sagles sat idly in his seat. Gryffindor's team did have a good chance of winning the championship, but it was only a chance. Slytherin's playing style was obviously not good, and they committed several fouls shortly after the start of the game.

The Golden Snitch had not yet appeared, so Harry Potter, the Seeker of Gryphon, had not yet been able to play a significant role.

The score quickly reached 10-40, and the atmosphere on the field became increasingly heated.

Suddenly, Harry, who had been lingering at the edge of the pitch, sprang into action, diving rapidly downwards, clearly having spotted the Golden Snitch.

At that moment, almost all the catchers on the field stopped what they were doing and forgot that they were in a game.

The audience held their breath, and the huge stadium became the quietest it had ever been.

"Bang~"

A loud bang.

Immediately following was an angry shout from the stadium; it turned out that Slytherin's captain, Marcus, had charged at Harry on a broomstick.

Harry's small body was sent spinning through the air by the impact, and when he finally managed to regain control of the broom, he realized that the Golden Snitch had vanished again.

The Gryffindor players glared at Marcus, and the crowd in the stands protested Slytherin's behavior. Amidst the chaos, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, awarding Gryffindor a penalty kick…

Everything was normal until then, but then some strange things started to happen on the field.

Harry Potter began to shake violently in the air, sometimes falling vertically a short distance, and sometimes rising precariously, accompanied by violent turbulence.

He seemed to have lost control of his broom.

Everyone in the stands noticed Harry's change, and some of the young wizards suspected that Marcus's collision had damaged Harry's broom.

Sagres ran his fingertips along the wand in the hidden pouch; he noticed the clue almost immediately.

Right on his professor's seat, two winding, intertwined magical trajectories snaked upwards.

The source of these two magical powers was Snape to his left and Quirrell not far to his right!

Sagrais didn't interrupt their spellcasting; he wanted to see what they were up to. Although it was somewhat dangerous for Harry, it was still under his control for now.

In Sagles's view, although it was a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, Snape would never be so ruthless as to attack the participating students for a regular House Cup.

Quirrell, on the other hand, has been acting very suspiciously ever since he returned to Hogwarts, especially after the bizarre troll invasion on Halloween. This scarf-wrapped Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has become increasingly strange.

He would suddenly bump into students in the corridor, the chalk dust on the podium was always covered with strange herbal fragments, and there were even rumors in the school that he muttered to himself in front of the mirror at midnight.

Based on these observations and some of his speculations, Sagles roughly drew a conclusion.

First, Quirrell's strange behavior reveals a lot, and Dumbledore, as one of the most powerful figures in the wizarding world, should have taken it to heart. Sagres believes that the headmaster's apparent indifference was likely a way of observing what Quirrell was up to.

The person Dumbledore values ​​so highly certainly isn't Quirrell himself, so there must be an even more astonishing truth hidden behind this strange Quirrell.

The answer seems obvious; perhaps, as Sargeras guessed, Voldemort did not die.

The Dark Lord, who had disappeared for more than ten years, has returned, and Quirrell is his henchman sent to test Hogwarts.

He believed his guess was close to the truth, but Sagles still had questions.

In his view, Quirrell's behavior after entering Hogwarts was very puzzling; his disguise was useless and his performance was clumsy.

If he was indeed lured to Hogwarts by Voldemort to carry out a mission, he should have been more patient and kept in hiding.

After all, real venomous snakes often lurk in more secluded corners, and his ostentatious actions only draw everyone's attention to his presence.

Especially this time, casting a spell on Harry in full view of everyone, even without Snape's intervention, how much harm could it have caused Harry with so many professors present?

So what exactly is his purpose?

To make my presence known?

How to attract other people's attention?

A flash of lightning struck Sagres's mind.

Yes, to attract attention!

He suddenly realized, what if everything Quirrell did wasn't based on the Dark Lord's orders, but simply his own choice?

As his thoughts became clearer, Sagres recalled Quirrell's series of actions. He realized that perhaps his purpose was not to harm anyone; he seemed to simply be desperately trying to get attention.

Like a hostage being coerced, desperately trying to ask others for help.

With that in mind, Sagres glanced at Harry, who was about to be thrown off his broom, and immediately drew his wand and waved it in the air.

"All curses will end."

After whispering, Harry on the field finally "tamed" his broom...

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