HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Moreover, the agile badger, without pausing after landing, pounced on the giant python with lightning speed, its sharp teeth viciously gnawing at the python's body, producing a piercing scraping sound.

"Well done, Hufflepuff!!" The young wizards of Hufflepuff House finally had their moment in the spotlight and jumped up excitedly.

Chapter 134 A Draw

Two colossal beasts, transformed from rocks, fiercely battled on a desolate mountain arena, sending shards of rock flying with each collision.

The students' cheers rose higher and higher, and under the catalysis of this surging emotional energy, the environment of the arena began to change—the ground gradually cracked open, and scorching subterranean fire shot out from it.

The ground in the center of the arena was visibly rising and bulging upwards.

Sargeras clearly didn't want to get bogged down in a war of attrition, so he slammed his wand into the ground.

In the area where the badger and the giant python were locked in combat, the hard ground suddenly softened, as if two converging mudslides crashed down, instantly engulfing and burying the two rock formations locked in battle.

But Professor McGonagall's wand struck several times with lightning speed—several large rocks scattered at the edge of the arena rose up and instantly transformed into several enormous, swift black cats.

They moved their claws silently, approaching and surrounding Sagres from different directions in a hunting posture.

Sagres reacted quickly, waving his wand in the path of the giant cat's attack, instantly turning the ground beneath its feet into a sticky, black swamp.

Several giant cats that charged ahead were immediately trapped in the mud, struggling to sink. When Sagres tapped his wand again, the mud instantly solidified like iron, leaving only a few huge cat heads sticking out, struggling in vain.

But Professor McGonagall's offensive was far from over; more rocks, bushes, and even the ground itself came to life and transformed under the command of her wand.

Ferocious stone wolves, howling earth bears, shrieking flint falcons... an army of beasts created by shapeshifting magic surged toward Sargeras once again like a flood bursting its banks.

The young wizards stared in disbelief, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

They never imagined that Transfiguration could be used in such a way in actual combat; it was simply a magical feast that overturned their understanding.

What shocked them even more was Professor McGonagall's formidable strength and relentless offensive. Against the equally powerful opponent, Sagres, she not only held her own but even subtly controlled the rhythm of the attack.

Just as the army of rock monsters was about to pounce on Sagres, the cheers of the audience reached their peak—

Boom!!!

The ground in the center of the arena, rising to its extreme, was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, finally erupting under the strain.

A plume of black smoke, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, shot into the sky, followed by a torrent of scorching magma that erupted like a raging dragon from hell.

Several giant rock beasts that charged at the forefront were the first to be hit, violently thrown into the air by this raging force of nature.

The scorching lava splashed everywhere like burning raindrops, crashing onto the ground with a hissing sound.

But this devastating natural disaster became a new weapon in the hands of the two Transfiguration masters.

Professor McGonagall's wand flashed like lightning, pointing at a flowing lava. The viscous, scorching lava instantly rose from the ground, coalescing, stretching, and taking shape.

A fire dragon, composed entirely of flowing lava and radiating terrifying heat, roared with its head held high!

It was just about to spread its wings—

At the same moment, Sagrais' wand struck a boulder falling from the sky. The boulder, stained with lava and billowing smoke, instantly transformed into a gigantic hand, crashing down with the force to crush mountains.

Ignoring the high temperature, it spread its five fingers wide and slammed them down on the head of the lava fire dragon as if swatting a fly.

boom!!!

The two collided violently, producing a deafening roar and sending sparks flying everywhere.

Professor McGonagall remained unfazed. The lava dragon that had been struck did not dissipate; instead, it instantly "melted" and rejoined the lava flow.

Immediately afterwards, the magma surged rapidly as if it had come to life, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a terrifyingly large maw, fiercely biting upwards.

Click!

The giant jaws bit down hard on the wrist of the basalt giant hand. Under the high temperature of the lava and the gnawing force, the hard rock wrist instantly cracked, and half of the hand crashed to the ground.

Sagres remained calm as he swiftly waved his wand. A mass of molten lava falling from the sky was once again shaped and stretched by an invisible force as it fell, transforming into a giant arrow emitting a red glow.

call out--

The arrow, trailing a red glow and accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, precisely pierced the massive head that had just risen from the lava, pinning it firmly to the ground.

However, the battle did not end with this arrow.

Professor McGonagall abandoned her control over the magma giant and instead used her Polymorph on the magma river that lay between the two of them.

The surging lava abruptly stopped. Immediately afterward, a ferocious giant serpent with red light flowing between its scales rose from the ground.

But Sagres didn't give up either; he also waved his wand and used Polymorph on the ferocious fire serpent controlled by Professor McGonagall.

Then a strange scene unfolded: under the forceful intervention of Sagres's magic, the hind half of the giant python's body instantly twisted and transformed into a second snake head.

The newly formed snake head suddenly turned around and lunged to bite its original owner.

A hint of seriousness finally appeared on Professor McGonagall's stern face. She waved her wand continuously, her movements so fast that she almost became a blur.

As she continued to cast spells, the fangs and flesh on the snake's head began to writhe and transform, eventually turning into tiny, long snakes that struggled to peel off the snake's head.

Then she pointed her wand sharply, and the countless fire snakes transformed into streaks of light, shooting swiftly toward Sagres.

……

Sagress's expression remained unchanged as he faced the overwhelming swarm of lava fire serpents. He simply pointed lightly at the ground beneath his feet with his wand.

Then the ground around him began to move, as if responding to a king's command, and suddenly rose upwards.

As the solitary peak rose, Sagres's figure was instantly lifted to the summit, dozens of feet high.

The countless fire serpents and the lava serpent whose hindquarters he had usurped could only futilely crash into the base of the solitary peak. Aside from exploding into scorching sparks, they served no other purpose.

Sagres stood atop the peak, ignoring the foundation beneath his feet that could collapse at any moment, and raised his wand to point at the half-giant python and the tiny snake.

He once again snatched Professor McGonagall's transformation target, twisting and deforming the long snakes in the air into a huge, dark red javelin, the tips of which were pointed directly at Professor McGonagall below.

With just a light tap of the wand, the lava spears instantly tore through the air and hurtled down in a flurry.

Faced with the attack from above, Professor McGonagall transformed the nearby granite into several thick, angular shields, layer upon layer, blocking her path.

Boom boom boom—!

The spears struck the stone shield like violent meteors.

The deafening explosions continued, as scorching magma collided violently with hard rocks, erupting in blinding flashes of light and sending debris flying everywhere.

The first stone shield shattered after being struck by several javelins.

Then came the second side, the third side...

The heavy stone shields crumbled one after another in the explosions, and the ground was quickly covered with scorching rubble and flowing lava, with smoke and dust filling the air.

At the same time, under Sagres's control, the rubble on the ground transformed into sharp spikes, which then launched a frenzied attack on Professor McGonagall like bullets.

He continued to wave his wand, and the thick smoke, under his control, transformed into a gigantic foot that blotted out the sky and stomped down on Professor McGonagall.

"Merlin's beard!" The young wizards were stunned.

puff!

With a soft pop, Professor McGonagall's figure vanished into a wisp of black smoke just before her feet touched the ground.

Boom!

The black smoke that formed a foot slammed down on the spot where she had just been standing.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall's figure appeared, staggering, on a relatively intact boulder a dozen yards away.

She was slightly out of breath, a bead of cold sweat trickling down her forehead—for only now did she realize that hidden within the feet formed of smoke were a menacing array of javelins.

Dust billowed in the dueling arena, and thick black smoke billowed around the two fighters, obscuring the sky.

“I lost.” Professor McGonagall said, pursing her lips. “Your talent in Transfiguration is indeed very strong… In fact, this was already evident when you first entered Hogwarts.”

Sagrestan nodded readily. "After all, I have devoted a lot of effort to Transfiguration."

"What exactly do you intend to do upon returning to Hogwarts, Sagrais?" Professor McGonagall asked in a gentle tone, her face unusually devoid of its usual seriousness.

“Hmm,” Sagres pondered for a moment, then answered naturally, “Let’s look at the books we haven’t finished reading… and by the way, try to change some of the bad things in the castle.”

“That was the initial plan,” he added.

Professor McGonagall's expression softened, as if she were recalling something. "It's a pity you had to go through those things... I should have helped you back then."

“That’s not your fault, Professor McGonagall.” Sagres waved his hand gently, and all the deformed objects around them immediately vanished.

He walked to the center of the arena and reactivated the Duel Stone. "And I think that perhaps being expelled from Hogwarts wasn't such a bad thing, otherwise my magical studies wouldn't have reached this level."

As he spoke, he smoothly waved his wand, and the words "draw" clearly appeared on the stone tablet.

Professor McGonagall's lips twitched as she watched this, as if she wanted to say something, but Sagrais simply waved his hand dismissively, "It's better for both of us to keep the little lions from holding a grudge, so that it ends in a draw."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dust and smoke vanished instantly.

Sagrais and Professor McGonagall bowed to the audience and calmly left amidst the cheers of the young wizards.

Chapter 135 A roadside

Dumbledore stood up while clapping, “What a wonderful duel! Although it was still a draw, I believe this spectacle of Transfiguration has been enough to let everyone feel its charm.”

“And now,” he announced, raising his voice, “we will have Professor Nicole of Beauxbatons face off against Professor Buffalo of Durmstrang. This will also be the final exhibition match of the day, and we hope they will deliver an equally exciting contest!”

As soon as the words were spoken, Nightingale and Baffroth arrived at the center of the dueling arena, standing facing each other. A meaningful smile appeared on Baffroth's face.

“Professor Nikia,” he spoke first, deliberately keeping his voice between the two of them, “the first two matches were draws. If we decide a winner in this match, there will probably be a single, definitive loser today.”

He paused meaningfully.

Nightingale's expression remained calm. Her veil had been temporarily removed for the duel, finally revealing her breathtaking beauty to everyone.

"Does Professor Bufferos mean that I will be the unfortunate loser?" Her voice was cold and emotionless.

“Of course not…” Bafferos’s smile deepened, as if sharing a secret, “I wouldn’t want Professor Nikia to be in that situation either, but… there’s a small condition…”

"It seems Professor Bufferos is quite confident in his own abilities," Nightingale said calmly.

“In the realm of potions, I admit I cannot compare to you, but when it comes to duels…” Baffros let out a soft snort, carrying Durmstrang’s characteristic arrogance, “Durmstrang’s strength has always been beyond question.”

"So Professor Buffalo's meaning is?"