From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Chapter 10 Harry Potter

Ivy's subsequent journey to Diagon Alley was unremarkable, except that he met Hagrid and Harry holding ice cream outside Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Hagrid was obviously stunned when he saw him, and when Ivy nodded to him, Hagrid remembered that he was also one of the young wizards who enrolled this year.

"Oh - hello." Hagrid said dryly. I don't know who Ivy's handsome face and gorgeous robes reminded him of, anyway, it shouldn't be a good memory.

"Hello, Mr. Hagrid." Ivy looked at Harry beside him. He was a thin boy, but coming to Diagon Alley to contact the wizard world obviously made him extremely excited. "This is Harry Potter, right?"

"Huh? Yes, he is indeed Harry." Hagrid's furry face looked very hesitant, as if he was struggling whether to let Harry contact a Slytherin. "But how did you know?"

"I was there when Professor McGonagall reported to Dumbledore that Harry Potter did not receive the admission letter." Ivy smiled at Harry who cast a curious look, "And I guess Dumbledore asked the Phoenix to send you a message? He wrote the note in front of us, and you just walked in when Professor Snape and I were about to leave the principal's office."

"It's not hard to guess, is it?" Ivy stretched out a hand to Harry, "My name is Ivy Doom, and I am also a first-year student. Just call me Ivy."

"Oh, okay, Ivy." Harry grabbed Ivy's hand and shook it up and down, then asked curiously, "You mean, you were in Hogwarts before you enrolled. What kind of school is that? Headmaster Dumbledore also has a phoenix that can be used to send messages? What is that?"

"Okay, Harry, those questions will naturally have answers when you get to school. Why not keep it a little mysterious now?" Hagrid stopped Ivy from answering first. He pushed Harry's back with his palm that was almost the same as a pot lid. "Remember? You still need a wand, and I have to send something to Dumbledore today. We can't delay any longer, the sun is about to set."

"In that case, I won't bother you." Ivy said goodbye politely, but he didn't forget to add, "You can find the answers to all your questions in the book, "Hogwarts, a History of the School". If you are particularly curious, you might as well buy a copy and read it."

"Thank you!" Harry followed Hagrid and left, but he didn't forget to turn around and wave to Ivy. In order to do this, he moved the cage containing the snowy owl to the other hand full of things with great effort.

Ivy waved at him and turned to walk into Madam Malkin's robe shop.

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Time always passes quickly, and waiting with hope makes it go even faster.

September 1st, the first day of school for Hogwarts and almost all Muggle schools in the northern hemisphere.

Ivy has passed through Platform 9 and 3/4 and successfully boarded the Hogwarts Express. Ivy knew very well that this steam locomotive also had a history of more than 100 years, and seemed to be the same age as himself, but different from his status among wizards.

The Hogwarts Express was not really an "express" among trains in 1991, but Ivy, a master of dark magic, was still one of the best.

Ivy knocked on the door of the compartment. Harry was leaning against the window and looking out. Judging from the red hair that was exposed from the window, it was the Weasley family standing outside.

"Can I come in, Harry?"

"What?" Harry turned his head and saw Ivy in a short-sleeved T-shirt, "Of course, Ivy."

"Very good." Ivy came in from the door and directed his luggage to move to the shelf.

During this time, Harry stared with wide eyes and held his breath.

"Magic!" Harry pointed at Ivy and shouted.

"Don't be so surprised." Ivy sat on the chair and said easily, "You are also a wizard. I believe it won't take long for you to master this magic."

As soon as Ivy finished speaking, the train whistled.

Ivy could feel that Harry's mood suddenly dropped, guessing that he was worried that he could not keep up with the progress of learning magic, so he smiled and said to him: "Welcome to the magic world."

Harry's mood relaxed and a smile appeared on his face again.

Then the train trembled, and the Hogwarts Express started.

The door of the compartment was opened again, and the tall, thin, freckled red-haired child walked in.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Harry. "Everywhere else is occupied."

"Of course!" Harry blurted out, and then he looked at Ivy, who was silent, and the latter nodded slightly at him.

"Oh." Ron sat down, looking relieved.

"Hey, Ron." The Weasley twins poked their heads out of the door that was not closed.

"Listen, we are going to walk in the middle compartment now - Lee Jordan got a big bag spider." The two looked at Ivy, who was sitting next to Harry, and said, "Get along well with your classmates."

"Yeah." Ron made a guttural sound.

No mistake, one song, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book!

The Weasley twins, who got the response, retracted their heads and closed the compartment door.

"Fred and George..." Ron explained with a red face, "My brother...like me, we both have the last name Weasley...My name is Ronald, you can also call me Ron..."

"Harry Potter. You can also call me Harry." Harry nodded in a friendly manner. He could see that Ron was very excited, but after the trip to Diagon Alley, he was already immune to this.

"Do you really--" Ron seemed to want to say something, but soon remembered that there was a third person in the compartment, so he stopped talking and his face turned even redder.

"Ivy Doom. Just call me Ivy." Ivy's self-introduction eased his embarrassment to a certain extent.

"Are all your family wizards?" Harry looked at Ron, and it was obvious that he envied Ron for having three wizard brothers.

"Oh! I think so..." Ron obviously didn't expect Harry to ask this, but they immediately chatted happily on this topic.

Harry talked about his terrible cousins, and Ron complained about the difficulties of being in a large family. After a while, the two reached a consensus.

"What about you, Ivy? What were your parents like?" Harry stared at him from behind his round glasses.

"They're gone." Ivy's statement was simple, and he noticed that Harry looked at him with a little empathy.