HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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The moment she saw the creatures advancing, Nightingale swiftly conjured a sweeping mist of frost to slow them down. Then, without hesitation, she casts a powerful Banishing Charm, forcibly dragging Sargeras backward in an attempt to get him away from the battlefield.

"Don't worry about me… kill him!"

Sargeras gritted his teeth against the pain as he roared the command. Without pause, he jabbed his wand at himself and muttered a spell.

"Mechanical Mind."

A surge of blue light rippled over him. Though it did nothing to ease the agony tearing through his body, it reclaimed his mind from the brink, banishing the haze of pain and restoring his clarity.

"Frenzied Explosion!"

He whipped around and fired off the spell. The blast erupted with terrifying force, scattering the swarm of monsters. But even so, several cursed creatures had already closed in on them. The situation was quickly spiraling out of control.

In the shadows, Erios flinched. He hadn't expected Sargeras to unleash such devastating power… and it dawned on him that things were no longer going the way he'd planned. Without a second thought, he decided to slip away while he still could.

But Sargeras sensed his intent the moment it began to form.

An Exploding Charm burst from his wand, tearing the creature blocking his path into a shower of steaming gore. Without pausing for even a second, he raised his wand toward the old man in the distance.

Pale blue flames flared to life at the wand's tip, and a brilliant, blazing Patronus surged forth, wreathed in fire as it streaked straight toward Erios.

The searing light burned through every monster in its way, clearing a clean, unobstructed passage between Sargeras and the fleeing old man.

"Summon Dispel!"

Erios reacted instantly, sending out a jet of dark curse to intercept the Patronus.

"Dispel!"

"Dispel!"

"Dispel—!"

One after another, he hurled Banishing Charms, and only after several desperate attempts did he finally manage to disperse the fiery guardian completely.

He stood there, gasping for breath, then clenched his jaw and thrust his wand at the oncoming monsters, unleashing a surge of crimson light.

"Blood Wither!"

His voice came out dry and rasping.

At once, the monsters surged forward with terrifying speed. The dark blood vessels beneath their skin pulsed violently before rupturing one after another, spraying streams of poisonous, curse-laden blood in every direction.

The threat was escalating quickly.

Sargeras hurled a Blasting Curse to knock back the nearest wave of beasts, then followed it with a razor-edged Severing Curse that shredded them midair, scattering torn limbs and gore through the air.

"Holy Light Purge!"

A gleaming blade of pure light shot from his wand. The instant it struck the cursed creatures ahead, they crumbled on the spot, their bones falling to the ground like shattered glass.

Meanwhile, Nightingale was already on the move, charging toward Erios… when a pack of dog-like monsters pounced at her from the flank.

"Quicksand Trap!"

The ground beneath them gave way, and the dog-like beasts were swallowed instantly by a swirling pit of sand.

"Swamp Abyss!"

A long, roiling stretch of marshland rose up between the monsters and Sargeras, halting their frenzied charge with a wall of sludge and muck.

With that, Sargeras finally had a moment to breathe.

"Nether Fiendfyre!"

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Erios, meanwhile, was just about to seize the chance to slip away again amid the chaos—but Nightingale had already flanked him from the side.

The air trembled with a biting chill. Frost swirled and condensed, and ice shards streaked through the air. The old man scrambled in panic, tumbling backward and barely dodging the deadly barrage by casting a hasty Acceleration Charm.

Cold sweat rolled down his smooth, bald head.

Enraged and humiliated, Erios spun around and fired another Killing Curse at Nightingale. Without even checking to see if it landed, he raised his wand and prepared to Apparate.

But Nightingale was faster.

With a flick of her wand, she summoned another wave of ice spikes, intercepting the curse's sickly green light. In the next heartbeat, she fired off a Blasting Curse that slammed into the old man and sent him flying.

Still reeling midair, Erios made a desperate attempt to Apparate, fully aware of the risk of splitting himself in two. But before he could even finish the incantation, another streak of spellfire from Nightingale struck him squarely in the chest.

"Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light burst across his robes, and his wand flew from his hand in a helpless arc.

"Silencio!"

Erios crashed into a wooden rack in the corner, bringing it down in a heap. He hit the ground hard, yet no sound escaped his lips… not even a groan.

"Incarcerous!"

Magical ropes sprang into existence and wrapped tightly around his limbs, binding him with no room to struggle.

"Immobulus!"

The Freezing Charm locked down the last flicker of resistance in his body.

A string of rapid, seamless spells had left Erios completely restrained. Then, with a graceful wave of her wand, Nightingale cast Accio, lifting his battered body from the rubble.

Only after lifting the Silencing Charm did she lower her ebony wand to his throat and speak coldly.

"Call them off."

"Hah! There's no counter-curse for this one..."

"I said… Call. Them. Off."

"Go ahead and kill me, you stupid woman—"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Cruciatus."

"Haha! Felker Erios will never surrender to the likes of you! Kill me if you must. Do it with that cheap little stick of yours… go on, right now!"

"Cruciatus."

"Stop, Nightingale."

Sargeras's voice cut through the room like ice water to the face, snapping her back to her senses.

She turned toward him—and only then did she realize that Sargeras had already finished off every last creature.

He was walking toward them now, his boots crunching over severed limbs and scattered remains without a word.

Above him, a pale blue fire-raven wheeled silently through the air, and wherever it passed, the bloodied corpses disintegrated into drifting ash.

Sargeras came to a halt before the old man, then reached out and lightly tapped Erios's sunken chest with the tip of his wand.

He had now fully mastered the use of the Mechanical Mind—as if shifting a person's emotional state was no more difficult than flipping a switch on a machine. This wasn't just some crude torture spell… it was far more refined than the Cruciatus Curse. It was emotional magic at its most precise, capable of drawing out the deepest, most buried feelings in a person's soul.

Erios had no idea what was happening. One moment he was silent, and the next, a surge of uncontrollable rage erupted inside him. His veins turned bluish-gray, bulging at his temples as fury consumed his mind. He lost all sense of reason and shouted wildly:

"You parasites! Thieves! Get out of my domain! You failed wretches… couldn't even wield hawthorn wand properly, and you think you're worthy of my wand? Hah! Don't even dream of it! That wand has fused with my blood and bones. Anyone who dares touch it will suffer a backlash so fierce they'll puke their intestines out through their nostrils…!"

"Was it that idiot Gregorovitch who sent you? Was it? Hiding in that miserable workshop of his, always scheming, always dreaming of surpassing Garrick Ollivander. And now… what? That pig who uses the Elder Wand as a gimmick has finally set his sights on my research? He wants to take what I created?!"

Sargeras touched his wand to Erios again… and a crushing wave of sorrow swept through the old man. He let out a mournful wail, the sound raw and broken.

Then Sargeras cast another charm.

And Erios's cries of despair turned into hysterical laughter, manic and echoing, reverberating through the hollow ruins as though he had completely lost his mind.

At last, Sargeras gently tapped the wand to his forehead… and a heavy, overwhelming calmness settled over Erios's thoughts. Total clarity took hold.

Sargeras clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the pain burning down his arm. His voice, when he spoke, was cold and steady.

"We are following the prophecy in search of the wand. You're nothing more than a footnote… a name at the fringe of fate. We were never interested in your skill or your research. It was your greed, and your greed alone, that brought this ruin down on you."

He looked down at the old man, hollow now and empty-eyed, and gave his final judgment in a voice like frost.

"You should never have taken what didn't belong to you. And you should never have attacked Veiliss with Dark Arts."

As the last word left his lips, the Unforgivable Curse surged forth without hesitation.

Old Erios stiffened as the Imperius Curse took hold.

Shaking, his fingers slowly reached out toward the cursed black magic coiled around Sargeras's arm. Bit by bit, he peeled it away, drawing it into himself, absorbing the corrupt spell thread by thread until nothing remained.

Only when the final trace of the curse had lifted did Sargeras release the Imperio.

Then he extended his hand to the old man, palm open.

"…Give back the kraken heart."

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