HP: Dangerous Professor from Azkaban Chapter 54: 54: Betrayal and Rebirth

"Heh, how interesting…" Sagres shook his head, a playful smile on his lips. "Guess what I found?"

Everyone's gaze focused on him in unison. He extended his wand and slowly drew out the shimring mory thread from the new mber Wren.

In the mory images displayed in the air, everyone clearly saw her eting with an Auror from the French Ministry of Magic, as well as scenes of her transmitting information.

"What's wrong with this?" Nightingale keenly sensed sothing off. He knew Sagres would never make a baseless accusation.

"Crude and shoddy—looks like it ca straight out of a mory Obliviation Command textbook." Sagres zood in on several key fras and slowed down the playback.

Nightingale asked, "Are you saying soone altered her mory?"

Sagres did not answer directly.

Bird-of-Paradise: "What does that an?"

Sagres: "It ans the mories we just saw were all ticulously designed by soone else for us to see."

"So…" Kestrel opened her mouth, "So, Albatross, do you have anything to say?"

Everyone's gaze turned to the old man once more. His face was pale, cold sweat continuously dripping from his temples.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You will soon."Sagres decisively cast Legilincy, and a powerful spell violently invaded the old man's mories.

He quickly found the clue.

"Your Occluncy is indeed good…" he comnted evenly, "But unfortunately, you t ."

The magic, like a twisting, rotating blade, almost instantly shattered the old man's ntal defenses.

As the old man convulsed and foad at the mouth, Sagres forcibly extracted his mory threads, which unfolded like a scroll before everyone's eyes.

The images clearly showed Albatross, under the dim light of the Leaky Cauldron, grimly pinning a special Bronze Feather emblem to a hidden spot on Wren's chest.

And later, in her ho, he took advantage of the night to ambush the unsuspecting Wren, using "mory Weaving" to fabricate her mories and alter her perception.

Finally, he was seen slyly leaking the Bronze Feather's eting location to an official from the Ministry of Magic, his eyes gleaming with the triumph of his sche.

As for his motive?

It was simple: the Bronze Feather had long been without a leader, and as the oldest mber of the organization, he naturally believed he was the most suitable person to lead.

But there was a prerequisite: he had to eliminate the unstable elents—those troublemakers, those unwilling to obey his commands, those potential threats he couldn't control.

Unfortunately, the Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic were like incompetent fools; even with preparation, they suffered a disastrous defeat and failed to capture any targets, completely ruining Albatross's plan.

Fortunately, he had prepared a backup plan, arranging a scapegoat.

This would not only allow him to completely shift all bla, but if managed well, he could even expose it himself, solidifying his position within the organization.

He prided himself on his superb mory falsification techniques, believing no one could see through them—but he never expected to encounter Sagres, this bane of deception.

Ultimately, everything spiraled out of control, and the conspiracy was completely exposed.

And he himself had been reduced to an imbecile by Sagres's ntal attack.

"That will be all for today…" Sagres turned to face everyone, his tone carrying an undeniable finality. "The next eting is scheduled for one week from now, at the safe house in Paris."

Everyone nodded in acknowledgnt. Then, the explosive sounds of Apparition rang out one after another.

The room quickly emptied, leaving only eight people behind:

—Nightingale (Potion Master), Snowy Owl (rchant), Kestrel (Diviner), Thunderbird (Wandmaker), Hummingbird (Healer), Stork (Informant), Robin (Defense Expert), Swift (Curse-Breaker).

It wasn't that they didn't want to leave—rather, all of them had received a subtle signal from Sagres and had voluntarily stayed behind.

"I know you're all filled with questions right now, but please rest assured—I will answer them one by one." Sagres's voice was calm and commanding.

He waved his wand, and the three bodies lying on the ground (the Goblin, the newcor, and Albatross) were instantly moved to a corner. Imdiately afterward, an oval long table and nine bronze chairs appeared out of thin air.

Sagres pulled out a chair and sat down. Seeing this, everyone else sensibly followed suit.

"Everything said about the new eting just now is null and void!"

Sagres's first sentence left everyone confused, but he imdiately offered an explanation: "You'll understand after you see this."

A slender thread of mory floated to the tabletop. As the images unfolded, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"This is…"

"This is the original mory of the new mber Wren," Sagres said with a smile. "The old man never would've guessed that the scapegoat he so ticulously selected was actually a genuine spy from the Ministry of Magic!"

"Ah? Then didn't we wrong him?" Kestrel asked in surprise.

"No, we didn't." Sagres's expression turned cold and serious. "His actions are irrefutable—with ironclad proof. It's just that this Wren…"

He extended his wand and lightly drew a line in the air. The mory images scattered like tangled threads, then reassembled under his control.

The nine people present witnessed this masterful display of mory Magic. Sagres was clearly exceptionally gifted in it—likely related to his father being an Unspeakable.

He carefully deleted all information about the nine people present from the newcor's mory, then rewrote the new eting's location and ti for one week later.

After completing all of this, he gently infused the rewritten mory into Wren's mind.

"She will definitely leak the eting information to the French Ministry of Magic, and as for those Dark Wizards…" Sagres smiled as he spoke, "Don't bla for being too ruthless—after all, I was exceptionally rciful not acting against them today."

He looked around at everyone, his tone firm and solemn:

"The Bronze Feather will be purified. We don't need those ambitious desperadoes—and we can no longer remain hunted and wanted by the International Confederation of Wizards."

"They are incompatible with your excellence and adherence to principles in your respective fields. From now on, you will no longer suffer their threats, nor will you have to hide because of their existence."

Sagres looked at the sowhat agitated crowd and said firmly, "We will restore the prestige of the Bronze Feather—this ancient organization, born in the fifth century BC with the mission of combating dark creatures. And each of you will have the opportunity to recomnd new mbers. Likewise, the vetting will be exceptionally strict."

He waved his wand, and all of their bronze emblems detached from their positions and flew into his palm.

Imdiately after, a soft, pure light slowly blood, revealing eight brand-new, extraordinarily magnificent bronze emblems before everyone's eyes.

"I have cast protective Magic on your emblems and made so clever modifications…"

He casually picked up one of the emblems and showed it to everyone.

"It can now not only transmit short ssages but also transform into a magical Portkey. In the future, our eting locations and tis will be decided by mbers in rotation, and the decision-maker will bear the task of setting the Portkey's destination."

"Of course, in tis of crisis, it will also be your reliable guardian. As long as the caster's Magic does not exceed my limits, all spatial anchoring spells will be nullified. At that ti, you only need to activate the emblem to instantly escape danger. The emblem will also notify other mbers to co to your rescue."

"To ensure foolproof safety, I have also applied bloodline Magic. With just one drop of your fresh blood, the emblem will be bound to your bloodline, and no one else will ever be able to claim it."

"Finally…" Sagres glanced at everyone and continued slowly, "Next week, at the safe house in Paris, all Bronze Feather mbers appearing in that Wren's mory will be captured. They will be executed on the spot during their 'fierce resistance'—and with that, the International Confederation of Wizards' global manhunt for the Bronze Feather will co to a perfect end."

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