HP: Dangerous Professor from Azkaban

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express pierced the September sky, and the ancient castle was once again filled with the laughter of young wizards.

Sagres stood in the center of the Great Hall, watching his meticulously designed decorations—intestine-shaped string lights, floating brains, and eyeballs that changed color with the music—being dismantled one by one by the house-elves under Professor Flitwick's direction.

"Oh my, these colors and combinations are simply too… avant-garde."

Professor Flitwick stood at the staff table, tactfully offering his opinion. "Perhaps traditional decorations would be more suitable?"

Sagres raised an eyebrow but didn't argue.

He casually tossed a stack of design blueprints into the fireplace, watching them curl into ash in the flames.

It didn't matter; he'd only been passing the time.

On a long bench in the corner of the Great Hall, a copy of The Daily Prophet from a few days earlier caught his eye.

Sagres flicked a finger, and the newspaper flew into his hand. He skimmed it casually, and just as he was about to toss it aside, a headline made him pause.

"Shocking! Two Pure-Blood Family Heads Brawl in the Street" —

The accompanying photo showed Lucius Malfoy's platinum hair being clutched by Arthur Weasley, while the latter had three shirt buttons torn off.

"Report: Mr. Malfoy allegedly said - Mr. Weasley was a bit bald, so there wasn't much to pull!"

Pfft~!

The most hilarious part was that they were actually fighting like Muggles: grabbing collars, yanking hair, slapping faces, and throwing punches.

Sagres's lips involuntarily curved upward; he couldn't remember the last time he'd witnessed such a purely physical altercation…

As night fell, the Great Hall gradually filled with students.

Sagres sat at the Professors' table, idly toying with the silver goblet in front of him, then subtly disintegrating it into a fine mithril particle and slipping it into his pocket.

To his left was the seat reserved for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—and at that moment, its occupant made an entrance impossible to ignore.

Gilderoy Lockhart strutted into the Great Hall like a preening peacock, his pale golden hair gleaming in the candlelight. His sky-blue robes were embroidered with swirling patterns and pinned with at least twenty medals.

Sagres was sure there hadn't been that many just a few days ago.

As Lockhart walked, he blew kisses to students, occasionally pausing to strike dramatic poses for photos and admiring glances.

Eventually, Professor McGonagall stepped forward to prompt him, and only then did he—somewhat reluctantly—take his seat.

"Ah! Sagres!" Lockhart suddenly turned to him with his signature dazzling smile. "I was just about to talk to you about that—"

Sagres, without a word, cast a Muffling Charm on himself. The world fell blissfully silent.

He gazed up at the enchanted starry sky on the ceiling, debating whether he should find an excuse to leave early.

The Sorting Ceremony began in earnest under the flickering candlelight.

Sagres's gaze drifted lazily over the group of new first-years—until it stopped on a slender figure.

Astoria Greengrass. His nominal cousin.

She was currently standing awkwardly at the end of the line, her oversized wizard robes draping over her and making her appear much smaller and thinner than the others.

Sagres noticed her face was extremely pale, almost translucent in the candlelight, with only her grey-blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Astoria Greengrass!"

Professor McGonagall's voice made the girl flinch slightly, then she carefully stepped forward toward the four-legged stool, holding up the trailing hem of her robes.

As the Sorting Hat settled on her light golden hair, Sagres saw her fingers unconsciously twisting the fabric at her sides.

Thirty seconds passed, and the Sorting Hat said nothing—whispers began to spread through the Great Hall, a rare occurrence for a pure-blood Greengrass.

Sagres leaned forward slightly, his wand twirling between his fingers. He was genuinely curious about what his sickly cousin might be discussing with the Sorting Hat.

"Ravenclaw!"

The Hat's announcement dropped like a stone into still water. The Ravenclaw table erupted in enthusiastic applause, while the Slytherin table burst into an uproar.

"Traitor!" Daphne Greengrass's sharp voice cut through the noise. She suddenly stood up, pointing directly at her sister. "You've disgraced the family name! What did Father tell you before you came?"

Astoria flinched, but then quickly straightened her spine and walked with firm steps toward the Ravenclaw table.

A flurry of whispers surged through the Slytherin side, and every eye seemed to follow the frail girl. She kept her head high, pretending not to care, even as her hands—hidden inside her sleeves—trembled uncontrollably.

This scene was all too familiar—like a reenactment of what had happened years ago.

Sagres glanced at Dumbledore, who clearly had no intention of intervening, so he stood up abruptly and waved his wand.

"Silence."

An invisible wave of magic swept through the Great Hall, and all noise ceased instantly. Daphne's mouth hung open, but no sound came out.

"Disrupting order—twenty points from Slytherin." Sagres's voice wasn't loud, but every syllable rang clearly through the hall.

Snape shot to his feet, like a bat unfurling its wings. "Sagres! This is the Sorting Ceremony—"

He paused, glancing at Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, both of whom looked slightly taken aback, before continuing in a slower tone, "It's not your place to give orders here."

Sagres cast him a cold glance, then swept his gaze over Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the entire student body.

"—Fifty points from Slytherin."

He tapped his wand, and a beam of spell light struck the House Points hourglass.

"Anything else?" he asked, expressionless.

Snape gritted his teeth, breathing heavily with suppressed fury, when Dumbledore finally spoke.

"Severus, sit down. Slytherin did, in fact, disrupt the discipline."

Snape gave the old Headmaster a cold, lingering glare before turning and walking away from the staff table.

"The Sorting Ceremony continues," Sagres said calmly, giving Professor McGonagall a slight nod before sitting back down leisurely, as though none of the previous commotion had involved him at all.

The first-years were as silent as cicadas in winter; everyone knew that Slytherin House had already lost fifty points on the very first day of school—and they hadn't even earned a single point yet.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron, who had chosen to drive themselves (in a magical car) to school after missing the Hogwarts Express, had just arrived outside the Great Hall.

Ron Weasley set down his trunk at the bottom of the steps, then tiptoed over to a window.

"Hey, Harry, come look… they're doing the Sorting!"

Harry quickly leaned over beside him and saw a young wizard walking toward the four-legged stool, with Professor McGonagall preparing to place the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Strange… where's Snape?" Harry asked, surprised. "His seat's empty."

"Who cares about that old bat?" Ron muttered, eyes scanning the line of first-years eagerly. "Hope I haven't missed Ginny's Sorting…"

"Well.. Maybe he's sick!" Harry guessed offhandedly.

"Heh~ Maybe he died of anger!" Ron grinned. "Because he didn't get the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again. I heard he's been after that position for years."

"Maybe he got fired!" Harry added excitedly. "After all, so many people hate him."

"Perhaps—" a cold, hollow voice spoke up behind them, "he's outside the Great Hall, listening to two idiots badmouth him."

"..."

"..."

Harry and Ron froze on the spot, their minds blank with panic, neither daring to turn around.

"Perhaps your Potions professor is still deciding how many points to take from Gryffindor…"

"Turn around!" Snape snapped, and the two boys finally, reluctantly, obeyed.

He looked down at them coldly, his lips curling into a thoroughly unpleasant smile. "Perhaps you'll also need to explain your spectacular flying car journey."

Oh shit...

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