HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

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"What did you just say? Build a school?" Godric Gryffindor raised his thick eyebrows high, and his bristling beard, stiff as steel needles, shifted with the dramatic change in his expression. "Where would we even build it?"

Rowena Ravenclaw pointed her wand at the ground beneath their feet.

"You mean right here? In this godforsaken wilderness where not even birds bother to shit?"

Rowena said nothing, but the quiet determination in her eyes made her meaning clear.

"Then who's going to teach? Who's going to study?" Gryffindor pressed on, changing the question.

Rowena's silvery-blue eyes shimmered beneath the moonlight. "The four of us are already the finest teachers any young witch or wizard could ask for. And we can always find others who are worthy to join us. As for the students…"

Her gaze swept across the group of children wrapped in fresh robes. "Every child who awakens magic within themselves deserves a proper and unified education. They shouldn't have to live in fear, only to die like hunted animals in some damn witch-burning crusade."

"But some of those kids already have teachers!" Gryffindor shouted, brandishing his jewel-encrusted longsword. The blade gleamed as it sliced a silver arc through the air.

Salazar Slytherin suddenly let out a cold, disdainful snort. His eyes, devoid of warmth, gleamed with a chilling light. "And what good are those so-called 'teachers'?" he scoffed. "Nine out of ten can't even cast a proper Lumos charm. Their abilities are a joke… and most of them won't survive the Church's next round of purges anyway."

"So we're stealing them, huh…" Gryffindor muttered, scratching at his tangled mess of hair once more. Then, out of nowhere, he grinned, teeth flashing under the moonlight. "Rowena, you really know how to throw me a challenge…"

He thumped his chest with a broad hand. "But fine. Leave it to me! I'll make sure every witch and wizard across Britain… knows the name and legacy of Gryffindor's School of Magic."

"Hold on a moment," Rowena Ravenclaw suddenly interrupted. "The school will be called Hogwarts."

"What? Why not 'Gryffindor's School of Magic'? That name's got style!" Gryffindor's eyes bulged in disbelief.

"It's going to be Hogwarts," Rowena said firmly. Her tone allowed no argument, and the tip of her wand shimmered faintly with a blue light. "And there will be four houses. One for each of us…"

Gryffindor let out a long, dramatic sigh, deflating like a bellows. "Alright, alright… Each of us takes one, then. Mine will be Gryffindor House, obviously."

His spirits lifted in an instant. He smugly stroked the hilt of his sword, eyes gleaming. "I'll build the common room in the tallest tower and decorate it with the finest crimson velvet I can find…"

Rowena and Helga Hufflepuff exchanged a weary glance, the kind shared between two people who'd long since accepted they'd be cleaning up after this man's grand ideas.

Then, as if struck by lightning, Gryffindor suddenly slapped his forehead so hard he squashed his own hat. "Wait a second! Why only four houses?"

With one arm, he wrapped it around Sargeras' shoulder, the heavy iron buckles on his leather bracer digging painfully into the man's collar. "This friend of ours has done us a great service… shouldn't he have a house too?"

Ravenclaw's eyes flickered with interest as she turned to Sargeras. Testing the waters, she asked, "What if we added one more? We could name it after that place you mentioned earlier — A-Azkaban?"

But Sargeras immediately waved his hands, declining the offer without a word.

Right at that moment, a sharp, dazzling blue light burst from his pocket — his Ptolemaic Armillary flaring to life.

The sharp clicks of spinning gears rang out clearly in the stillness, and Sargeras' figure began to fade, his figure turning translucent like an ink painting slowly dissolving in water.

Realizing what was happening, he opened his mouth as if to speak, wanting to say something — but his outline was already flickering, growing fainter by the second. Within moments, he had completely vanished in front of their eyes.

"Wait!" Gryffindor lunged forward, trying to grab hold of him, but his fingers closed around nothing but a wisp of scattered starlight. "Merlin's beard!"

He kicked a rock out of frustration, sending it tumbling across the ground. "I still had so many questions to ask him!"

Ravenclaw answered calmly, "The laws of time are calling him back… there's no way for us to keep him here."

But even in her steady voice, there was a hint of wistfulness… clearly, she too had countless questions about magic left unspoken.

In the quiet night sky, only that towering giant of flesh and blood remained, standing silently like a monument, the sole proof that Sargeras had truly been here.

"What are we supposed to do with that thing?"

Gryffindor pointed at the grotesque creature looming over them. The others hesitantly followed his gaze, their eyes filled with unease as they looked upon the terrifying construct. For a moment, none of them spoke, glancing at each other in silent uncertainty.

"I'll take care of it," Slytherin said at last, stepping forward at just the right moment.

Just then, a warm, mouthwatering aroma drifted into the air. Hufflepuff lifted the lid of a bronze cauldron, and inside, a golden, creamy soup was bubbling gently. Beside it, skewers of meat rotated over the fire on their own, sizzling and crackling as the juices dripped onto the coals.

"Let's eat first," she said softly. Her gentle voice melted away the heavy mood hanging in the air. With a graceful flick of her wand, the wild grass at their feet began to weave itself into a sturdy dining table, complete with seats.

"Whether we're building a school or dissecting a monster…" she cast a pointed glance in Slytherin's direction, her meaning crystal clear, "…either way, we'll need our strength."

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"Now that we're full and satisfied, let's get to work!" Gryffindor wiped the foam of ale from his beard, then suddenly paused. "So… what's this castle actually supposed to look like?"

With a subtle wave of her wand, Ravenclaw conjured a miniature model of the Hogwarts castle out of packed earth. The small structure hovered in the air, slowly spinning as its stonework shimmered with a faint magical glow. Tall towers and narrow turrets cast slender shadows under the moonlight.

"Brilliant!" Gryffindor's eyes lit up as he locked onto one of the highest towers. He pointed at it with his longsword, practically vibrating with excitement. "This place… it looks perfect for Gryffindor Tower! I'll be responsible for designing the castle's defenses. Honestly, I've already got a bunch of clever ideas in mind, like a staircase that moves on its own, and suits of armor and stone statues that can walk around and keep watch to help protect the school…"

He went on and on, practically bouncing on his feet as he waved his arms, describing each detail with dramatic flair. At last, he reached over and gave Slytherin a hearty pat on the shoulder.

"What about you, Salazar?"

Slytherin remained silent for a long moment. Then, with pale fingers, he finally pointed toward the edge of the model—at the enormous crater left behind when Sargeras had smashed a meteorite into the earth.

"There," he said hoarsely. "My house will be built beneath that."

"…Don't tell me you're just trying to get out of the work?" Gryffindor slung an arm around his shoulders with a look that clearly said I knew it. "Listen here, you're not dodging this. Castle-building's a team effort, and you're putting in your share too!"

Without a word, Slytherin calmly brushed his arm away and replied, expressionless, "I'll be responsible for designing the castle's entire underground sewer system."

He then pointed again at the scorched crater. "And I intend to flood that pit with water… to raise a few experimental specimens."

"Helga, what about you? Where do you want yours built?" Gryffindor turned to her next.

Hufflepuff was handing out drinks to a few young witches and wizards seated near the bonfire. Without missing a beat, she tilted her chin toward a spot nearby.

"Right here will do!" she said with a bright smile, pointing at the ground beside the kitchen area. "I'll take care of meals for all the students and teachers."

"You can't possibly manage all that alone — and you still have classes to teach too!" Gryffindor crossed his arms, shaking his head with mock disapproval.

"I'll figure something out," she said cheerfully. "Actually, I already have a few ideas in the works." She gave him a playful wink. "Besides, I'll need to build a couple of greenhouses. Some rare herbs require special climates to grow properly…"

"No problem… this area's yours!" Gryffindor waved his longsword around enthusiastically, as if marking the spot in the air.

Hufflepuff nodded with a warm smile, then turned toward Ravenclaw. "Rowena? What about you?"

"I want to build an observatory," Ravenclaw said softly, her voice as calm as the night sky. She pointed toward the highest point of the castle. "Right up there. A place to study the stars…"

With a flick of her wand, a beam of light shot forward, projecting a shimmering phantom of a vast library atop the castle. "The Hogwarts Library will be my responsibility as well. Knowledge must be protected with utmost care."

"No problem! I'll even bring back a few books for you…" Gryffindor seized the opportunity to interject, grinning. "People will be more than happy to hand over their books to me for safekeeping. To be honest, I believe only the grandest library could ever match the brilliance of my Gryffindor intellect!"

Slytherin rolled his eyes so hard they might've gotten stuck, and even Hufflepuff couldn't help but cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.

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"So then… what subjects should we offer?"

"I'll be taking on the Dueling class!" Gryffindor declared, suddenly unsheathing his sword with a dramatic flourish. The blade sliced through the moonlight, leaving a silver arc hanging in the air. "I'll teach them how to fight with both wand and sword — at the same time!"

"Charms will be taught by me," Ravenclaw said, her tone steady and composed.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Slytherin answered, a cold edge slipping into his voice. "If you want to defend against the dark, then you must first understand the dark."

"Then I'll teach Herbology…" Hufflepuff said gently, handing the last piece of roasted meat to a small wizard without even turning around. "Every witch and wizard should know how to respect and use the gifts of the earth."

"Hmm… we'll definitely need more staff to cover the rest of the classes," Gryffindor added, rubbing his chin. "Otherwise, we'll wear ourselves out…"

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But as the conversation shifted toward student admission standards, Slytherin suddenly struck the ground with his wand, producing a sharp, deliberate crack.

"We need to be clear about something," he said coldly. "Not every child who can hold a wand is worth teaching."

His icy gaze swept across the others. "How many of those Muggle-borns will end up becoming witch-hunters for the Church?"

"Salazar!" Gryffindor barked, waving the concern away with a scowl. "That's only because they had no choice! If we give them a home, they'll protect Hogwarts with everything they've got!"

"A lovely fantasy," Slytherin replied, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking smirk. "Then let each of us choose our own. My house will only accept children from wizarding families. At least their loyalty is bound by ancestral magic. They will not turn their wands against their own kind."

"Then I'll take the bravest!" Gryffindor declared, thumping his chest with his fist. The sound echoed through the night. "Only those who dare stare down a dragon deserve to be called Gryffindor!"

"And what about you two?"

Ravenclaw thought for a moment, then slowly said, "I want those with clever minds… because I intend to teach them magic that's deep and difficult to master."

The others nodded in agreement, then all turned their eyes toward Hufflepuff.

Her voice remained as gentle as ever, but this time, there was an unmistakable firmness beneath it.

"I like children who are loyal and fair…" she said softly. "But any child who has nowhere else to go… can come to my house."

She looked at the other three founders, then at the group of young witches and wizards whose eyes were flickering with hope and uncertainty. And for the first time, she spoke not with suggestion, but with unwavering conviction.

"Every child who comes here should have a home. Hogwarts should be their refuge—not just another towering wall they'll never be allowed to climb."

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