HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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"Professor Greengrass…" Hagrid's eyes went wide the moment he saw what was happenin'. He hurried ter stop him. "Don' hurt 'em, they're jus'—"

"Hagrid," Sargeras cut him off coldly, "do you need me to remind you? That centaur fired three arrows just now… and every single one was aimed straight at our throats."

"But… Professor…"

"Think carefully before you speak, Hagrid." Sagrass's face showed not the slightest ripple of emotion as he spoke.

"Ah… how'd it come ter this…? How'd things end up like this…" Hagrid finally gave up tryin' ter plead for the centaurs. He stood there in place, anxiously mutterin' ter himself.

The others, however, didn't seem the least bit worried. After all, these centaurs had shown nothing but hostility from the moment they appeared. Apart from Hagrid, everyone else felt it was about time they got a taste of their own medicine.

If it weren't for the fact that Sargeras still had his commission to worry about, those centaurs would've met an even worse fate by now. At this moment, he was simply preparing to give them a proper lesson — after all, they didn't exactly look like the type to willingly hand over the promised reward. Of course, it wasn't as though he planned to truly harm them either.

The roots of the trees slowly rose from the earth, twisting and hardening into sharp wooden spikes. High above, the branches bent downward, the leaves along their edges sharpening into glinting razors. It was as if the forest itself had come alive, every leaf and vine glaring down at the centaurs, poised to strike at their throats.

The young wizards could hardly believe their eyes. These were extremely advanced Transfiguration Spells, the kind they had never seen performed before.

Even Draco Malfoy stood frozen in shock. Only now did he truly understand why his father had always warned him never to provoke "that lunatic" at school.

The trio stared intently at the vines and wooden spikes, their ears perked, hanging onto every word Sargeras uttered.

"I've heard that Centaur tribes usually have two leaders…" Sargeras spoke slowly, his voice laced with faint amusement. "One male, responsible for hunting and warfare… and one female, responsible for teaching astrology and magic…"

He stepped right up to Bane, lowering his head slightly as he drew his wand, toying with it idly in his fingers. His eyes gleamed with quiet mockery as he asked, "What's the matter? Did she forget to give you a divination prophecy before you lot decided to leave home today?"

The centaurs couldn't utter a single word — the thick vines had tightly bound their mouths shut.

Sargeras simply stood there, watching them in silence. His expression was calm and unreadable, his fingers absentmindedly twirling the Everbloom wood wand.

"I didn't originally plan for things to go this way," he continued, his tone unhurried and composed. "After all, the only reason I came here was to complete a commission. My friend rescued your companion from the hands of poachers, and I'm responsible for bringing him back to the Forbidden Forest… and collecting the payment."

His gaze drifted past Bane, landing on Leon behind him. "That shouldn't be hard to understand, should it? Especially considering how much it cost to buy him back from that underground auction…"

Sargeras took his time explaining everything clearly, ensuring the other side fully understood why they were here… and how exactly the unicorn's body had come to be in this state — every detail was laid out without omission.

"So now… do you feel like talking this over in a more peaceful, civilized way?" With a casual flick of his hand, the vines binding the centaurs' mouths loosened and fell away.

"A centaur would never—"

Before the words could even fully escape, Sargeras' expression darkened and, without hesitation, he sealed the centaur's mouth shut again.

His patience was wearing thin. Honestly, even the Dementors of Azkaban were easier to reason with than these stubborn centaurs. At least Dementors could feel fear. These creatures, on the other hand, carried themselves as though no one in the world dared lay a hand on them.

Suddenly, an arrow rose up from the ground like it had a will of its own, streaking through the air like a shooting star, and pierced clean through the centaur's shoulder blade. The sharp pain made the centaur's body convulse uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Nightingale reached out and quickly covered the young wizards' eyes with her hand.

"What was that you were trying to say?" Sargeras' face remained cold as ice.

"Never… be gentle or humble?" The arrow shot back with eerie precision, this time piercing through the other side of the centaur's broad shoulder.

"Or never admit when you're wrong?" The arrow pierced through the centaur's body again and floated before Leon.

"Never repay kindness with gratitude?" The arrow once more plunged forward, driving straight through Leon's right foreleg, which was still marred by the traces of dark magic.

"Or never fulfill your promises?" The final strike shattered the centaur's already injured leg with a sharp, sickening crack.

At last, Hagrid couldn't hold himself back any longer. He stepped forward, trying to persuade Sargeras to stop this so-called "violence." Nightingale seized the moment as well, speaking up to try and calm him down.

Only then did Sargeras finally, albeit reluctantly, ease his hand… for the time being.

However, the reward this time was something he was absolutely determined to get. If this commission failed, there would be no chance of getting his hands on the Time-Turner or De Vermis Mysteriis currently held by Snowy Owl.

And truth be told, those were two things he had no intention of walking away from. So, if it came to that, he wouldn't hesitate to teach this group of centaurs a proper, unforgettable lesson.

The ground beneath their feet trembled faintly, and from the depths of the forest came the harsh, chaotic roar of hooves.

"It's a centaur charge!" Nightingale turned her head sharply, looking at him.

In an instant, a thunderous storm of hoofbeats came rushing toward them. Sargeras calmly raised his wand, and with a swift motion, an enormous stone wall shot up from the earth, rising tall and solid, perfectly blocking the centaurs' advance.

To everyone's surprise, the towering centaur at the head of the group came to an abrupt halt, his voice sincere and composed as he spoke.

"Please forgive the reckless behavior of my kin…" he said, bowing his head slightly. "I apologize for their actions… and I have also brought the agreed-upon payment."

Sargeras couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed the centaurs' astrologers weren't as useless as they looked. Clearly, someone had read the stars carefully enough to foresee how this would all unfold.

Of course, there was another possibility. Kestrel had once told him that when a person's fate was about to undergo a major upheaval, divination became far easier to yield clear and accurate results.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this series of foolish decisions that the centaur tribe now found themselves teetering on the edge of a crisis — ironically, allowing them to derive such precise predictions.

"I can accept your apology…" Sargeras said calmly. "But as part of the agreed payment, besides the materials you've brought, you will also need to provide a complimentary astrological reading for Snowy Owl."

The polite, almost gentlemanly manner in which he made the demand left the young wizards momentarily stunned.

Just moments ago, these centaurs had their bows and arrows drawn on them, and Sargeras had even left two of them with permanent scars. Yet now, as if none of that had ever happened, both sides stood there calmly discussing terms. It was the kind of scene, they thought, only a true Slytherin could pull off so naturally.

"Of course…" the centaur leader nodded. "Before I came here, a Snowy owl had already delivered the star chart prophecy to her."

"That's even better." Sargeras' expression relaxed, clearly satisfied with the arrangement.

He reached into the pocket of his wizard's robe, and all the materials the centaurs had brought floated up into the air one after another, gliding gently toward him before disappearing neatly into the depths of his magically expanded pocket, which had been enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm…

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On the way back to the castle, Nightingale bid them farewell and vanished with a quiet pop as she Disapparated. Still, the beautiful and powerful witch had left quite the lasting impression on the young wizards.

"Professor…" Hermione hesitated for a moment before asking softly, "Is… is Lady Veiliss a Veela?"

Harry and Ron both looked absolutely confused, clearly having no idea what a Veela even was. Instead, it was Sargeras who looked at Hermione with visible surprise. He hadn't expected the young witch to know quite so much already.

"Hmm… technically, I shouldn't be telling you this," he said with a faint smile. "But Veiliss and I are good friends, so there's no harm in mentioning it. Yes, she does carry Veela blood… though she's not a pure-blood Veela."

"That can't be…" Hermione frowned slightly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Only a few pure-blood Veela have the ability to attract women… If she's only a half-blood, she shouldn't have had that strong of an effect on me…"

Sargeras smiled knowingly, understanding instantly. He chuckled and explained patiently, "That's because there's another remarkable bloodline in her veins… Snow Sprite. Those two bloodlines blend together, and that fusion has triggered some rather… unusual changes."

Taking the chance to offer a bit of advice, he added, "There's no need to be overly worried. Once you reach your fifth year, you'll be allowed to learn Occlumency. That spell can effectively help you resist mental interference… and temptation."

The trio pelted him with questions along the way, their curiosity boundless, and Sargeras answered each one with calm patience. Even Draco Malfoy, who was usually quick to speak, remained unusually silent tonight. The events of the evening had clearly shaken him deeply.

First, there was that eerie, cloaked figure… then the reckless, aggressive centaurs… Malfoy couldn't help but realize that his pureblood status, something he had always taken pride in, held little weight here in the Forbidden Forest.

Or perhaps… the forest simply followed its own set of rules.

And maybe, beyond the forest… things weren't as simple as bloodline either. The House of Malfoy's high standing in Britain's wizarding world… perhaps that wasn't just because of their heritage.

Thinking back to the formidable magic Sargeras had displayed, for the first time, Malfoy found himself seriously pondering that question.

"Oh… by the way, Hagrid…" Sargeras called out to him, as though remembering something. "Try not to wander into the Forbidden Forest alone for a while."

"Alright, Professor Greengrass," Hagrid replied honestly.

"And… if you really must go, at least find another professor to accompany you," Sargeras warned him seriously. "I'll speak to Headmaster Dumbledore about this too."

"Thank you, Professor. I'll be careful," Hagrid said gratefully, his voice full of sincerity.

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