HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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Ever since first-year Harry Potter received that Christmas gift from Dumbledore — the Invisibility Cloak left behind by his father — an uncontrollable urge had been lingering in his mind, swirling around like a restless shadow.

With this cloak draped over his shoulders, it felt as though the doors of Hogwarts Castle had opened wide just for him. He could go anywhere he pleased. No chance of Filch catching him, no professors spotting him.

He could even use the Invisibility Cloak to sneak into the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library, dig up information on who Nicolas Flamel was, and finally figure out what that unpleasant Professor Snape was so eager to find hidden behind the trapdoor.

But there was one thought he had never shared with anyone, something quietly tucked away in the back of his heart.

He wanted the first time he used this cloak to be just for himself, because… it was something his father had left him.

That thought settled in his mind, and when night finally fell, Harry decided to act.

Wearing the Invisibility Cloak, he slipped through the portrait hole of the common room, silently passed the moving staircases and long corridors, and soon enough, he slipped right through the doors of the library. Everything was going surprisingly smoothly.

That is, until he ran into someone in the Restricted Section — Professor Greengrass.

Luckily, a bookshelf shielded him from sight, and the professor hadn't noticed a thing. From the looks of it, Professor Greengrass was deeply engrossed in reading. Harry quietly tucked his lantern under the cloak, then crept past the professor on tiptoe.

He didn't bother looking to see what book Professor Greengrass was reading. The Restricted Section was huge anyway — all he needed to do was quietly borrow a book or two, sneak them back to his dormitory, and return them the next night.

Weaving carefully between the tall shelves, Harry moved without making the slightest sound. His cloak worked perfectly — he couldn't help feeling thoroughly satisfied, and along with that, an even deeper curiosity toward his father stirred within him.

What kind of person had his father been? How did he come to own such a magical cloak? Back when he was a student at Hogwarts… had he done the same? Roaming the castle at night under the cover of this cloak?

One question after another filled Harry's mind, and lost in thought, he wandered absentmindedly between the bookshelves — until suddenly, he thought he heard something.

It was faint… almost like a whisper calling to him.

Harry came to a stop in front of a bookshelf, reached out, and pulled down a thick, heavy book.

The Book of Answers — that was what the cover said.

The faint, haunting whisper grew stronger now, almost as if it were telling him that within these pages, he could find the answers to all the questions swirling in his head — just as the book's title promised.

Ordinarily, Harry would have refused without a second thought. After all, Ron had warned him more than once that mysterious books of unknown origin were dangerous.

But tonight… he was completely drawn in by the book, utterly unable to resist. Without even pausing to think, he opened the flyleaf.

"Ahhh~"

A sharp, ear-splitting scream suddenly burst from within its pages.

On the cover of the book, a twisted, grotesque human face seemed to writhe and contort, as though desperately trying to force its way out from inside. The piercing scream poured straight from its mouth.

Startled by the sudden, eerie change, Harry's heart leapt into his throat. He slammed the book shut in a panic and shoved it hastily back onto the shelf.

The screaming vanished. It was as if none of it had ever happened — like the whole thing had been nothing more than some strange hallucination.

But his instincts, and his still-racing heart, told him this was no illusion. It had all been real.

Because now… he could hear footsteps approaching. And not just one set of footsteps… there were several.

Harry scrambled to his feet, yanking the Invisibility Cloak over himself in a rush. In his panic, he knocked over his lantern, but there was no time to care about that now — the footsteps were getting closer with every second.

If he got caught… how many points would Gryffindor lose?

Without looking back, he bolted from the Restricted Section. At the entrance to the library, he barely managed to slip past Filch and his cat, darting right under their wide, suspicious eyes and vanishing into the darkness.

He ran blindly through the corridors for a good while, not daring to stop. Only when he was sure he had put enough distance between himself and the library did he finally slow down, leaning against the cold stone wall, gasping for breath.

"Professor… you said… if anyone was wandering the castle at night… or sneaking into the Restricted Section… we should report it to you…"

The sudden voice of Filch made Harry jump so hard he nearly cried out.

"The Restricted Section? Who is it? Did you see them?" Snape's cold, sharp voice followed immediately after, and Harry's fear tightened its grip around him.

"It was me." A familiar voice emerged from the shadows — Sargeras stepped into the faint light.

In his left hand, he held a thick book, and even from where Harry stood hidden, he could hear the faint, ghostly wailing still echoing from its pages.

"Sargeras… you again…" Snape ground his name out through clenched teeth. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"The same thing I always do…" Sargeras replied flatly, his expression blank and unreadable. "Isn't that what you lot are doing too? Still playing the same old tricks from years ago."

As he spoke, he walked over to Filch and shoved the book he was holding into his arms without hesitation.

The sudden movement startled Filch, making him instinctively stumble back a step.

"The Book of Answers — a classic Dark Arts text. Full of spells and curses designed to inflict harm…" Sargeras let his eyes drift toward the shadows beyond, then pointed coldly at the book still cradled awkwardly in Filch's arms. His tone was sharp as a blade, his expression empty and detached. "Am I not allowed to look at it? Or… do I need your permission first?"

"N-No… of course not, Professor…" Filch leaned his head as far back as he could, as though trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the book.

"He's just trying to do his job," Snape interjected, reaching over to take the book from Filch's trembling hands.

"Oh? Insulting and punishing students counts as part of the job now?" Sargeras looked at Snape with a faint, mocking smile. "No wonder you two make such a perfect pair. After all, turning a blind eye to Slytherin students… that's your specialty, isn't it?"

Without waiting for a response, he snatched the book from Snape's hands and, without another glance at the man's grim expression, turned and walked straight into the darkness.

It wasn't that he was deliberately looking to pick a fight with those two. He simply had discovered something far more interesting.

While reading in the Restricted Section earlier, he had noticed something odd — a young wizard sneaking around where they shouldn't be. And not just that… the kid was using a rare magical item — an Invisibility Cloak.

Things like that were hardly common among Hogwarts students. Sargeras had seen ordinary invisibility cloaks before, but this one was different… the quality was leagues apart.

If it hadn't been for the faintest sound of footsteps giving away the kid's position, even he wouldn't have realized someone was wandering around right in front of him.

That meant this cloak was a top-tier magical item. If he'd had something like that back when he was a student, Snape and Filch wouldn't have so much as caught a glimpse of his shadow, let alone his hair.

Moments ago, he'd noticed the kid slipping into an abandoned classroom not far from where they were talking. So he decided to wait until Snape and Filch left before going over for a look. Besides, Sargeras was sure it had to be a young wizard — professors could enter the Restricted Section freely. They wouldn't need an Invisibility Cloak for that.

The glow of Snape and Filch's lanterns gradually faded into the distance. Once the coast was clear, Sargeras silently made his way to the old classroom door.

He cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, then quietly slipped inside.

It was Harry Potter. The boy was standing in front of a massive mirror, his expression complicated, as though caught between emotions.

Sargeras glanced at the inscription etched across the top of the mirror. His eyes narrowed as he recognized it — the Mirror of Erised. Or, as most people called it, the Mirror of Desire.

Whoever stood before it would see their deepest, most desperate longing reflected within its glass. Countless witches and wizards had lost themselves in front of that mirror because of it.

Sargeras curled his lips into a faint, knowing smirk. This… had Dumbledore written all over it. Otherwise, how could an enchanted object like this be left out in the open? The door wasn't even locked. Could it be more obvious?

With that thought, he glanced around the room. But aside from Harry, there was no one else present.

Shaking his head, Sargeras figured Dumbledore probably intended this as some sort of test — a subtle little trial for Harry.

Losing interest, Sargeras no longer spared a glance for the young wizard standing mesmerized before the mirror. He turned and quietly left this little "trap" that Dumbledore had so carefully set.

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