HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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That's a Wizard!

That single thought flashed through everyone's minds.

And not just any wizard — a powerful one. Because none of them had seen him make even the slightest movement… nor had they heard him utter a single spell.

It was a textbook example of silent, wandless casting… something they had only ever seen from the professors before.

The dark figure in the cloak glided towards them with startling speed, almost as if swimming through the air. Hagrid fumbled to load his crossbow, but of all times, the massive weapon decided to jam at this very moment.

"Get out of here!" Hagrid shouted, spinning around to yell at the young wizards.

But the group was clearly frozen in place, rooted to the spot by fear of that dark figure. They just stood there, wide-eyed and unmoving.

"Run!"

Hagrid's thunderous roar finally snapped them out of their daze. Fang, startled by the booming voice, tucked his tail between his legs and bolted across the clearing. Malfoy didn't waste a second either—he spun on his heel and ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

Suddenly, Harry felt a sharp, burning pain shoot across the scar on his forehead. It was as if someone had driven a red-hot iron spike straight into his skull. The agony was so intense that his vision blurred and his knees nearly gave way beneath him.

"What's wrong? Harry!" Hermione's voice was sharp with alarm. She had noticed the change in him at once and reached out quickly, grabbing hold of his arm just as he was about to collapse.

"We need to get out of here, or we'll only hold Hagrid back!" The young witch's voice was firm and determined, her mind razor-sharp in that moment of chaos.

"No… I don't think we can just abandon Hagrid…" Ron's voice trembled with fear, but even so, he clearly wasn't willing to leave Hagrid behind to face this alone.

Harry didn't say a word. His vision was swimming, his head pounding like it might split apart, and he could barely keep himself upright.

Not far ahead, Hagrid now had two long, heavy arrows gripped tightly in his massive hands, charging straight toward the dark figure without hesitation.

"Depulso!"

A hoarse, low voice muttered an incantation, and in the very next second, a blast of magic slammed into Hagrid's enormous frame, sending him hurtling backwards even faster than he had been charging forward.

By the time he scrambled to his feet, shaking his groggy head and trying to steady himself, the first thing his eyes landed on… was Harry, Ron, and Hermione, still standing right where they had been moments before.

"What are you lot still doin' here?!" His voice boomed with a mixture of shock and frustration. "Get back to Hogwarts this instant! Find Professor Dumbledore, or any of the teachers!"

"But Hagrid… there's something wrong with Harry. It's like… like he's been hit by a spell…" Hermione's voice quivered with panic as she tried to explain.

"What?"

Hagrid's eyes widened, but he quickly realised there was no time for questions. Without hesitating, he spun around and hurled the heavy crossbow in his hand with all his strength towards the dark figure. Then, without missing a beat, he reached for the young wizards, grabbing them by their collars, one in each enormous hand, and hoisted them clean off the ground. The last one he tucked firmly under his arm, then turned and ran, his long strides eating up the ground beneath him.

But just as they turned around, an even more hopeless sight froze them in place.

Another figure stood silently behind them. Cloaked in flowing silver-grey robes, the stranger held a slender wand adorned with intricate, eerie designs. Its polished tip gleamed faintly under the moonlight, pointed directly at them.

"Holy Light Purge!"

A pure, radiant light burst from the tip of the stranger's wand. Instinctively, Hagrid and the others threw their arms over their eyes, shielding themselves from the blinding brilliance.

And then… it was as if nothing had happened. The young wizards stood there completely unharmed, exchanging bewildered glances, their faces filled with confusion and uncertainty.

Hagrid, still tense and suspicious, hurriedly patted himself down, his broad hands running over his chest and sides. His eyes darted warily around them, unsure of what had just taken place or what to expect next.

It was at that moment that a pleasant, melodious voice drifted out from beneath the folds of the silver-grey cloak.

"Glacies Blast!"

A surge of icy magic condensed in the air as the temperature dropped sharply. In the blink of an eye, the chilling force swept past their faces like a bitter winter wind.

Before anyone could react, the spell struck with the force and speed of a cannonball, slamming straight into the shadowy figure that had been creeping behind them.

BOOOOM—!

A deafening explosion erupted within the forest, the ground trembling beneath their feet. The blast was so powerful, even Hagrid nearly lost his footing.

Startled, the group snapped their heads around to look, only to discover… the shadowy figure that had killed the unicorn had vanished without a trace.

The searing pain on Harry's forehead faded away completely, the burning throb vanishing as if it had never been there. He and the others turned their astonished gazes toward the figure in the silver-grey cloak. Only then did they notice what the blast had revealed.

The force of the magic had blown back the person's hood, and a cascade of long, silver-white hair spilled down from beneath it, gleaming faintly under the moonlight.

The three young wizards, along with Hagrid, all let out a gasp of surprise at the same moment. The figure was not just a woman… she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her face, calm and unreadable, carried an elegance that felt entirely out of place in the dark, tangled forest.

Before anyone could speak, a centaur stepped out from the bushes behind her, his powerful form emerging from the shadows.

"Is it dead?" the centaur asked in a deep, steady voice.

"No. It got away," the woman replied flatly, her expression giving away nothing.

"Figures…" The centaur let out a quiet breath and trotted over to the spot where the explosion had shattered the ground. He scraped at the frosted soil with one hoof, his eyes scanning the area carefully.

"Leon?" Hagrid called out in surprise, clearly recognising him now.

"It's me, Hagrid. Been a while, hasn't it?" the centaur answered with a faint smile.

"Been a while? Doesn't feel that way at all… I'm aching all over right now," Hagrid muttered, still rubbing his sore body as he winced. "Leon, what are you doing here? And… what in Merlin's name just happened? And who's this lady?"

"Sorry, Hagrid… I can only answer your first question," the centaur replied with a warm smile. "Not long ago, I was patrolling up north when I got ambushed and captured by a group of dark wizards. They eventually sold me off. I was passed from place to place… until I ended up all the way in Belgium."

"Dark wizards?!" The group turned wide, startled eyes toward the witch standing beside him, still wrapped in her flowing silver-grey cloak.

"She had nothing to do with that…" Leon explained, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement. "I was rescued from an underground auction house in Belgium. This beautiful lady here was the one entrusted to escort me back to Britain… and, naturally, to collect her payment along the way."

All eyes once again shifted back to the mysterious woman.

"I'm not responsible for collecting payment," the woman said plainly, her gaze never once straying from the unicorn's lifeless body lying in the clearing. Her voice remained calm, devoid of the slightest emotion. "My task was simply to deliver you back to Britain."

Leon shrugged his broad shoulders, saying nothing more on the matter.

The woman's eyes finally drifted toward the group of young wizards. Her expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her voice as she asked, "So… all of you are students from Hogwarts?"

"Uh… yeah, we… we are…" The two boys stumbled over their words, struggling to speak. "We're… yes, we're definitely Hogwarts students."

"We're first-years," Hermione quickly added, clearly a bit embarrassed by her companions' awkwardness.

"Thank you, ma'am. Thank you for saving us." Hagrid's rough voice rumbled beside them, full of genuine gratitude. "To be honest… at first, we misunderstood. We thought you were with… with that thing…" He pointed toward the large, scorched crater left behind by the explosion.

The woman nodded slightly but didn't answer him. Instead, her eyes once again drifted toward the three young wizards, lingering on them with renewed interest.

"So… if you're all students from Hogwarts, then do you know Sargeras?"

"You mean… Professor Greengrass?" Hermione blinked, momentarily stunned. "Of course, we certainly know him! His classes are really interesting. Everyone learns a lot from him."

At those words, a faint smile appeared at the corners of the woman's lips.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but stare, momentarily entranced by the sudden, unexpected warmth in her expression. Hermione, meanwhile, pressed her palm to her forehead, clearly exasperated by her friends' reactions.

While they were still speaking, a deeper, heavier darkness suddenly swept toward them from the distant forest.

The vast, overwhelming presence of it felt as though the Forbidden Forest itself was twisting and writhing in pain.

Malfoy, pale and panicked, scrambled out from who knew where, tumbling and crawling his way toward the group, his face stricken with terror.

The shadow was approaching fast, impossibly fast. It wasn't just its speed — it was the sheer size of it. The trees themselves rustled and groaned as if recoiling from whatever was coming.

Everyone understood instantly that no one could escape in time. It wasn't even a matter of courage or quick thinking — this was an inescapable, oppressive certainty, as though some invisible force whispered to them, persuading them to give up any thought of resisting.

And so, they all stayed close together, standing silently, waiting for the dark shadow to descend upon them.

Only the silver-cloaked woman remained unmoving.

She lifted her chin, gazing calmly toward the oncoming darkness, her face unreadable, showing neither joy nor fear.

It was impossible to say whether it lasted for a heartbeat or an eternity… but just as the shadow was about to reach them, it vanished.

In that final instant, the wind that had been roaring through the forest suddenly died away.

The trees stopped trembling.

And in the stillness, a familiar voice rang out:

"Would someone kindly tell me… what on earth has happened here?"

With that voice came the appearance of a black-robed figure — Professor Sargeras Greengrass himself, emerging calmly from the trees.

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