HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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"Not bad at all," Sargeras swept his eyes over the group, his voice calm but carrying a faint trace of satisfaction. "More than seventy of you managed to pass the test… To be honest, that is far more than I expected."

"Professor, is there… any kind of reward for passing the test?" someone from the crowd asked, their voice laced with curiosity.

"Reward?" Sargeras clearly hadn't thought about that. In his mind, passing such a test hardly warranted any special prize. But since the students had brought it up, he figured he might as well brush it off with something.

"The rune-engraved crystal bottle will be your reward. Everyone who successfully passes the test will receive one from me," he said casually, lifting the small crystal bottle in his hand and holding it up for all to see. "It has been enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm and an Unplottable Charm. You can use it to store magical flames or alchemical liquids… and of course, it is also perfectly suitable for holding food, which will stay fresh indefinitely."

This kind of simple alchemical item was something he could easily produce in batches. After all, it only involved basic rune magic—aside from a few ancient, rare runes, there was barely any technical difficulty to it.

Even so, the fact that it could safely store alchemical liquids and magical flames already put it leagues ahead of most similar items sold on the black market. If you were to sell one, it wouldn't go for less than six Galleons.

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The next day, while the young witches and wizards were still enjoying their breakfast in the Great Hall, the arrival of the post owls shattered the peaceful morning silence.

The front-page headline of the Daily Prophet gleamed ominously under the soft candlelight, tinged faintly with crimson — "Black Magic Combat Training at Hogwarts? Over a Hundred Students' Lives Hanging by a Thread!"

Accompanying the headline was a captured photo of a Slytherin girl caught in the moment a troll struck her. Ironically, that very girl was now sitting safely at the long table, calmly eating her breakfast.

"What's this supposed to be?" Ron frowned in confusion as he held up the paper. "Didn't Fred and the others say that Professor Greengrass's practical lesson was a complete success?"

Harry snatched the newspaper out of Ron's hands. His eyes swept quickly over the headline, then narrowed as he carefully read through the full report.

"This is complete rubbish! No one got hurt during the lesson…" Slamming the newspaper angrily onto the table, Harry's face flushed with frustration. "Didn't Professor McGonagall already explain everything? Every student was protected by magic."

"They even Photoshopped fangs onto the troll," Hermione said coldly, picking up the newspaper and examining it. The cup of pumpkin juice in her hand landed heavily on the table with a dull thud. She noticed Ron's eyes lingering at the bottom of the article, where an anonymous interview was printed: "An heir of an ancient pure-blood family reveals certain professors are turning the school into a Knockturn Alley beast-fighting arena."

"Another pure-blood family conspiracy…" Hermione immediately understood what was going on. "They're framing him again. Why do they keep targeting Professor Greengrass?"

"Uh… I heard that before Professor Greengrass became an Auror, he sent quite a few people from those families straight to Azkaban…" Ron clearly knew some of the pure-blood families' dirty little secrets, or… maybe they weren't really secrets at all. "Some of them were even killed by him on the spot… Of course, those were extremely dangerous dark wizards, and, well… most of them had ties to certain families."

"You mean, that wasn't the only time? Professor Greengrass has done that sort of thing many times before?" Harry couldn't help but ask, curiosity and surprise mixing in his voice.

"Exactly." Ron nodded with certainty. "You probably don't know this, but right after graduating from Durmstrang, Professor Greengrass became a registered dark wizard hunter for the International Confederation of Wizards. Quite a lot of dark wizards fell into his hands over the years…"

"Dark wizard hunter? How come I've never heard of that before…" Hermione, for once, looked genuinely puzzled.

Ron shrugged like it was no big deal. "The organization was disbanded just last year, for… well, certain special reasons. Besides, they never had many members to begin with, and the Confederation banned any public reports about them."

"Then how do you know all this?" Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, suspicion creeping into her voice.

At that, Ron immediately looked offended, as though her question had insulted him. "My dad worked in related departments. What, got a problem with that?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows but didn't press further.

Harry was still fuming over the article, but it was clear there wasn't much he could do about it.

"At first, even Professor McGonagall wasn't exactly a fan of Professor Greengrass's teaching methods… but after all this, she seems to have changed her mind a bit. She's actually become somewhat appreciative now," Hermione shared her observation with the two of them.

"So what? What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked indifferently, clearly not seeing the point.

"It means there's absolutely nothing with Professor Greengrass's teaching methods. In fact, they're remarkably effective," Hermione stated firmly. "Aside from Snape, of course… the other three Heads of House have all openly acknowledged the results of Professor Greengrass's lessons. If even that doesn't prove the point, then what does?"

"The weird part is… the Daily Prophet actually dared to publish something like this without even bothering to investigate…" Harry muttered, frowning slightly, his voice laced with doubt.

"There's nothing weird about it at all!" Hermione snapped. "The Daily Prophet does this kind of thing all the time. They couldn't care less about the actual truth."

"Hermione's right," Ron added quickly. "That's why hardly anyone in my family bothers reading the Daily Prophet."

"Oh, by the way, the school has a new rule," Hermione suddenly said to the two of them. "Lower-year students can now also sit in on Professor Greengrass's Theoretical Charms class. I've already signed up. Are you coming with me or not?"

"We already have way too many classes as it is…" Ron practically howled in protest. "We don't even have time to breathe!"

Harry, truth be told, was curious about the class too, but with Quidditch practice already eating into his schedule, he was planning to turn Hermione down as well.

"You're about to say no too, aren't you?" Hermione stared at Harry, who had just opened his mouth to speak, her eyes sharp with irritation. "Hmph! Then forget about ever borrowing my notes again… or getting help with your homework."

Ron's expression instantly turned to one of horror. He waved his hands frantically, trying to explain. "You've got it all wrong, Hermione! What I meant was, we already have so many classes nobody cares about… you know… might as well add another one!"

"Exactly! Ron's got a point," Harry jumped in quickly, seeing where this was heading. "Besides, this is Professor Greengrass's class we're talking about. Of course we want to go…"

"Hmph… that's more like it." Hermione gave a little snort, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You should know, not just anyone gets the chance to sit in. The three spots for us? I had to personally ask Professor McGonagall for them."

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