HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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The next day, Sargeras stayed in the Restricted Section until very late. Suddenly, he looked up, his expression turning rather strange. Tilting his head slightly, he listened carefully for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh and headed towards the empty classroom where he had seen the Mirror of Erised last night.

Sure enough, Harry had come back… and this time, he wasn't alone. He had even brought a companion along with him.

Sargeras was at a bit of a loss for words. Were all Gryffindor students this reckless? They had stumbled upon such an obviously enchanted magical object, yet instead of properly searching the library to figure out its origins or effects, they just kept loitering around in front of it day after day like it was some kind of toy.

And never mind that Harry was still new to the wizarding world and didn't know any better… but what about this red-haired Weasley? How could he be just as unreliable? He even started arguing with Harry over who got to use the mirror first!

"Do you think this mirror can predict the future?" Ron asked curiously.

A glimmer of hope flickered in Harry's eyes, but it faded almost as quickly as it appeared. "Impossible… my family's already dead… Uh, Ron, I… I want to look one more time."

Ron kept his eyes fixed on the mirror, not even glancing back at him. "You had it all to yourself last night, didn't you? It's my turn to enjoy it now."

"All you care about is that house cup of yours. What's so special about that anyway?" Harry reached out and gave him a light push. "I just want to see my parents. They… they mean everything to me."

"Don't push me. Who knows… maybe I'll see something special too…"

Sargeras really couldn't stand it anymore. He casually used Transfiguration to turn a nearby suit of armor's helmet into Mrs. Norris and sent it clanking noisily into the abandoned classroom.

The room instantly erupted into chaos — crashing, scrambling, and the panicked sound of things toppling over. The two young wizards hurriedly threw on the Invisibility Cloak and bolted from the room.

Sargeras could only shake his head, truly at a loss for words. Honestly, that old headmaster of theirs was completely unreliable. Leaving something like that lying around for a couple of first-years to stumble upon — wasn't that basically the magical equivalent of handing drugs to minors?

As for Harry Potter and his little friends? Even more unreliable. Good thing they were in Hogwarts. If they had wandered into Knockturn Alley, the place crawling with dark wizards, they'd probably have been chopped up for spare parts and sold off by now.

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The third day…

Sargeras had a feeling. He set down the book in his hands and made his way to the abandoned classroom once again, unsurprised to find Harry Potter there, just as expected.

Harry sat blankly in front of the mirror, completely lost in its reflection, so much so that Sargeras had walked right up behind him without him even noticing.

In the mirror, his family was still there, smiling at him, waving gently, their faces full of warmth and kindness. That sight filled Harry with happiness… but at the same time, a sharp, unbearable sadness welled up in his chest. Because deep down, he knew… they only existed within the mirror. Nowhere else. Never anywhere else.

Those two emotions tangled inside him, happiness and sorrow crashing over him like waves, and for the first time in his life, Harry truly understood what pain was. It wasn't Uncle Vernon's furious shouting. It wasn't Dudley's punches. It wasn't Aunt Petunia's constant sneers and cold words. No… this was something entirely different. A kind of pain he had never known before.

Sargeras hadn't even bothered with a Disillusionment Charm. He simply stood there, frowning faintly as he watched Harry's back in silence, his expression unreadable.

In the end, he finally spoke, his voice calm and steady.

"…You're here again, Harry."

The boy's back stiffened instantly. A thousand thoughts exploded in his mind all at once. If he could just put on the Invisibility Cloak now, as fast as possible… maybe… maybe the professor would think seeing him had only been an illusion.

Harry wasn't even sure how he managed to turn around. But when he saw Sargeras standing quietly behind him, all his struggling thoughts collapsed in an instant. There was no point in resisting.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I…" Harry's voice faltered, his words trailing off as he realized he didn't even know what excuse to make.

Sargeras stayed where he was, not taking a single step forward. His voice remained calm, quiet, but each word landed with quiet weight.

"Like so many others… you've lost yourself in the world of the Mirror of Desire."

"I didn't know it was… the 'Mirror of Desire.' I… I just saw my family in there…" Harry's voice dropped lower, heavy with disappointment, and after a short pause, he added softly, "Although, to be honest, I can't even be sure that really was my family. I just… deep down, I feel like it's them. It has to be them…"

Sargeras nodded slightly, his expression unreadable.

"Yes. That is precisely what makes it so insidious and cunning. The mirror reflects not reality, but the deepest longings hidden in your heart… twisting its reflections to trap you inside."

His tone remained flat, as though simply stating a fact.

"Like your friend, Ron. What he saw… was himself basking in glory, standing in the spotlight."

Harry blinked, surprised. "How do you know that?"

"Because your desire clouds your judgment… dulls your senses… makes you forget to follow the rules and stay vigilant." His eyes darkened faintly, a quiet seriousness settling over his face. "For that… Gryffindor will lose forty points."

Harry's head drooped as his gaze fell to the floor. His eyes filled with tears that clung stubbornly to his lashes. He fought with all his strength to hold them back. But deep inside, a ridiculous, nagging thought kept echoing in his mind — he didn't want Professor Greengrass to think he was crying over house points.

And the truth was… that wasn't the reason at all. He wanted to cry because he might never get to stand in front of this mirror again… never see his parents' faces… never feel that brief, fragile connection again. Even though it had only been three short days, this might be the last time in his life he would ever see them.

"I'm sorry… Professor…" His voice was soft, tinged with sorrow and helplessness.

But Sargeras's tone remained unchanged. Calm, flat, and unhurried, carrying the same steady rhythm as before.

"The points… aren't because you broke school rules," he explained. "Honestly… I've never cared much for Hogwarts' rules."

Harry's eyes lifted slightly, his gaze uncertain.

Sargeras stood there, his voice unhurried, as if stating a simple fact. "I'm deducting points to teach you something… At Hogwarts, there's only one rule that really matters. If you're going to break the rules… just make sure you don't get caught."

Harry's head snapped up at those words, his eyes wide with shock.

"You've all been far too careless," Sargeras went on, his eyes locked onto Harry's light green ones, his expression steady and serious. "You treat every professor like they're as slow as a mountain troll… Honestly, deducting ten points per person, per incident, is already me showing mercy."

His gaze remained steady as he added, "That's why I hope you'll be a little smarter in the future. Don't go thinking just because you have an Invisibility Cloak, you can look down on everyone else. To be perfectly honest, if you can understand that… then these forty points won't have been deducted for nothing."

"Thank you… Professor Greengrass," Harry said seriously, his voice quiet but sincere.

"As for this mirror…" Sargeras's tone softened a little. "Its real name… is the Mirror of Erised."

"I'm not the least bit surprised you got caught up in it. That's completely normal. Honestly, the only thing that would surprise me is if you had been able to resist its temptation."

"Why… why do you say that, Professor? I… I don't understand…" Harry asked in confusion.

"People are always fragile when it comes to their own desires," Sargeras replied, looking directly at him. "For the sake of those desires, they'll go mad, lose themselves… Even when they know deep down it's not real, they still throw themselves at it without hesitation."

His eyes darkened slightly. "Just like everyone else who's ever stood in front of that mirror… I doubt there were ever many who managed to walk away from it."

As he spoke, he gave a wave of his hand, and a soft gust of wind lifted Harry gently from the floor, pushing him away from the mirror.

"It's a fascinating mirror… a powerful magical object," Sargeras continued, his tone steady. "But it doesn't reveal the truth. It doesn't make us wiser. That's why… it's nothing more than a deceitful, treacherous mirror. For some people… it's not even as valuable as an ordinary one."

He patted the young wizard lightly on the head, his voice turning low and meaningful.

"I'll tell Dumbledore… to have the mirror moved. Harry, don't try to look for it again."

"Professor… Professor Greengrass… can I… can I ask you something?" Harry hesitated, his voice cautious and uncertain.

"Of course." Sargeras smiled faintly. "A professor's job is to answer your questions."

"In that mirror… what did you see?"

A rare, gentle smile curved Sargeras's lips. "I never look into that mirror, Harry. I don't need a mirror to tell me what I want. And… I hope the same will be true for you."

For a moment, Harry was stunned. A flicker of doubt crossed his face. He almost thought the professor was lying. But then… when he looked up and met Sargeras's calm, steady eyes, he understood. The professor was telling the truth.

"Now… head back," Sargeras instructed softly. "Put on your Invisibility Cloak, tread lightly, stay clear of Filch and his cat, and get yourself back to bed for a proper sleep."

His gaze grew serious as he looked into Harry's eyes.

"The next little while might be tough… but as long as you want to… you'll be able to let this go."

Harry nodded firmly, the determination shining clearly in his eyes. Then, he picked up the Invisibility Cloak.

Sargeras gave a gentle wave of his hand, watching as the boy slipped quietly out of the classroom.

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