From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Ivy did not stay in Paris to attend the funeral of Nicolas Flamel and his wife.

Of course, he did not return to Hogwarts to guide the construction of the "base". Professor Victor had already resigned from Hogwarts, and Ivy was not going to use this identity anymore.

As a first-year student, it was very abnormal for Ivy Doom to return to school before the end of summer vacation. Especially when other students were enjoying their vacation.

Ivy didn't know whether his silver lime tree wand was traced, but this matter had little impact on Ivy. Although the Ministry of Magic clearly stipulated that underage wizards were not allowed to use magic during the holidays, this matter did not bother Ivy.

He could cast ordinary spells without a wand. Even if he had to rely on a wand, he had several spare ones, all of which were trophies and antiques from more than a hundred years ago.

Dumbledore temporarily returned to Hogwarts. As a headmaster, he could not leave for too long, otherwise Professor McGonagall would be angry.

Before leaving, he asked Ivy what he was going to do with the rest of the summer vacation.

Ivy's answer was to talk about business. Devlin Whitehorn of the Nimbus Company invited him to see the latest Nimbus broom, which was said to have combined the pneumatic spell broom hoop with the Nimbus broom as much as possible.

These were already told to Dumbledore, and of course there were some that he hadn't told him.

The Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, welcomed visitors again, and this was the third batch today.

Since the Malfoy family joined many wizarding families with pure-blood backgrounds to propose the construction of a "magical animal breeding and breeding base" at Hogwarts, there have been visitors every now and then.

Some of them are hawkers who hope to sell magical animal products - Hogwarts' orders are considered bulk trade in the British wizarding world, and even if they only leak a little bit of money from their fingers, it is enough for the self-employed people who open shops in Diagon Alley to make a fortune.

Another part is the wizarding families that Lucius Malfoy rarely interacted with after he got rid of the dilemma of entering Azkaban, including some less radical pure-blood saints, and some new and powerful wizarding families.

Lucius Malfoy stood in front of the window, admiring the white peacock in the manor and sipping red wine comfortably.

He was very satisfied with the family's current situation. Although he could not wipe out the mudbloods in the magic world without the Dark Lord, at least he did not go to jail with the Death Eaters in Azkaban. Moreover, the Malfoy family was thriving, and maybe he could bring this ancient family to a whole new height.

"Good taste, Lucius."

Lucius was startled and turned around quickly.

I saw a tall young man sitting by the fireplace, pouring himself a glass of red wine without any hesitation: "Red wine brewed by house elves?"

"Who is your Excellency?" Lucius put down the wine glass and said carefully, "I don't remember provoking your Excellency..."

"I can remind you." Ivy smiled with evil taste, and a little green light flashed on his empty hand.

Lucius suddenly felt a burning pain coming from his left arm. The pain was so severe that he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, holding his forearm and sweating.

But the physical pain was far less intense than the fear in his heart. He seemed to be a drowning man, squeezing out a few words from his teeth: "Spare my life... Lord Dark Lord..."

The burning pain on his left arm disappeared, but Lucius did not get up from the ground. He didn't even dare to raise his head, just staring at the floor, as if a novel was engraved on it.

"Get up, my friend." Ivy said loudly, "This is just a piece of advice. Voldemort hasn't come back yet, but if he comes back, I'm afraid your fate will be much worse than this."

Lucius raised his head, and his long platinum hair was no longer so smooth, showing the owner's embarrassment.

"I don't understand..." Lucius let go of his left arm and reached for the wand pinned in his shirt.

A diary with a black cover was thrown in front of him. Lucius was very familiar with it. After all, it was something Voldemort gave him personally. He only knew that it was an incredible black magic item that could open the Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts.

He had clearly handed it over to his son's classmate, the brilliant first-year wizard... and also the new partner of the Malfoy family, Ivy Doom.

According to his son Draco, this Ivy Doom was a Slytherin from more than a hundred years ago. Because of the influence of unknown magic, he became a child.

"Doom... Lord." Lucius released his wand and lowered his noble head again. He originally thought that he had found an ally, and never thought that this person would be another Dark Lord. "For Draco's sake..."

"Hahaha..." Ivy laughed, "I've told you, Lucius. This is a piece of advice, not a show of strength."

Lucius remained silent. This trick worked well for the impatient Dark Lord, because he always thought that everyone except him was a fool. As long as the Death Eaters kept silent, the Dark Lord would explain it clearly.

"Voldemort didn't tell you what the diary was, right?" Ivy moved the sofa behind Lucius and pressed him in with the invisible wizard's hand.

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Lucius knew that he had to answer this question. His experience told him that ignoring any question from the Dark Lord could have serious consequences.

But Lucius was in a dilemma about the name. He certainly couldn't call Voldemort "Dark Lord" in front of Lord Doom, but he didn't have the courage to call Voldemort by his name.

So Lucius chose the compromise: "The mysterious man only told me that it was a weapon, a dark magic prop that could open the Chamber of Secrets. He asked me to find a chance to put it in Hogwarts..."

Lucius immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing: "Of course, you are a powerful wizard, and the dark magic props he made will definitely not be difficult for you..."

"The mysterious man... hum." Ivy snorted coldly, and there was no warmth in the smile on the corner of his mouth, "Let me tell you, Lucius."

"Do you remember what you guys call yourselves?"

"Death Eaters..." Lucius' voice was like a dream.

"Yes, that diary is part of his soul, the secret of his immortality, and the secret of his survival." Ivy restrained his smile, "Think about it, Lucius, if he comes back from the Black Forest in Albania, what will happen to you guys."

"What I want to tell you in particular is that I killed Voldemort three times this year."