From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

What Ivy didn't expect was that the first person to arrive at the venue was Snape, the professor of potions.

When he walked through the porch of the Room of Requirement and met Ivy under the guidance of the butler Bobby, he said something dryly like "thank you for the invitation". What surprised Ivy the most was the warm smile on his face.

Ivy had always thought that he would only sneer.

"Sit down, professor." Ivy guided him into the reception room, "When everyone is here, we can have dinner! I prepared today's dinner myself!"

"I am flattered by your invitation." Snape's expression did not change, and the legs under the black robe were still standing in place, "So I brought a little insignificant gift."

Snape took out a small transparent narrow-mouthed bottle from his pocket, which contained a golden liquid, like flowing sunlight.

"Felix Felicis?" Ivy raised his eyebrows. "Did you prepare it yourself? No, it takes six months, and the effect is only average. It's not a real lucky potion."

Snape explained: "I have some connections in the Extraordinary Apothecary Association, so someone gave me a bottle."

Ivy was sure that this was a lie. No matter how useful the title of "Potion Master" was, no one would give away high-value potions like Felix Felicis everywhere. Besides, Snape never liked this kind of potion that was more hype than substance, so he must have spent a lot of money to get this bottle of Felix Felicis.

But one thing is certain, Snape really knows the key to gift-giving - spend a lot of money to give the least cost-effective things. Because this kind of thing is generally not bought by anyone, after being given as a gift, the recipient will think of the giver as soon as he sees it.

And Felix Felicis is undoubtedly a potion with a very low cost-effectiveness. The hard-to-obtain raw materials and complicated configuration steps make its price high, but the actual effect is not as good as imagined. It is more of a confidence potion than a lucky potion.

However, things like lucky potions do exist in the world of DND.

After all, it is a world where you need to roll dice to do anything, and there are still several ways to increase your luck. When Ivy was choosing a specialty, she saw an entry called "Luck", which has the effect of changing the possibility three times a day. It can make your attacks more likely to hit the enemy, and it can also make the enemy's attacks less likely to hit you. In short, it is something that can fiddle with the dice thrown by fate.

Ivy shook the bottle of molten gold-like lucky potion in front of her eyes, and then sighed softly: "I will remember this, Professor Snape. Take a seat quickly."

Snape nodded reservedly and turned to walk towards the banquet hall.

"Welcome! Doudou welcomes you on behalf of the great master Grandpa Doom!" Doudou, who was wearing a neat butler's uniform and had an afro, bowed 90 degrees and greeted Harry and Ron who broke into the Room of Requirement.

"Uh... hello..." Harry, who was wearing pajamas, hesitantly greeted him. He had never seen the creature in front of him.

"Is he a goblin?" Harry touched Ron beside him, who was also wearing pajamas. They probably both regarded this party as an ordinary night outing.

"Doudou is a house-elf!" Doudou obviously heard Harry's question, and answered while extending his hand to lead the way for them, "This way! Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley!"

"House-elf?" Ron was surprised, "I have never seen house-elves like you. I remember that they were not wearing clothes... I mean, compared with your kind, you look much better!"

"Thank you for your compliment!" Doudou straightened his chest and looked proud, "It was Master Doom who transformed Doudou with magic! Doudou is a unique house-elf!"

"You are from the Weasley family, and Diego wants to meet you very much!" said the butler Bobby.

"Diego?"

"He is the house-elf of the Weasley family, but he works for Master Doom at the request of his master. When he finishes training our batch of house-elves belonging to Master Doom, he will return to the Weasley family."

"Ron! That's your elf!" Harry obviously recalled the story that Ivy had told them, including Professor Matilda Weasley and her elf Diego.

Ron's eyes began to light up. Since he knew about the species of house-elf, he felt that his family especially needed one, which would definitely help his mother reduce a lot of housework burden.

Doudou led the two into the reception room with his head held high: "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, please wait here for a moment before the banquet begins!"

"Oh, thank you." Harry thanked politely.

Ron was worrying about something else: "Which Weasley family do you think he will return to?"

"What?" Harry was confused, "I only know one Weasley family!"

"Oh, our family has always been prosperous..." Ron shook his head, "I have several cousins, and my father has several brothers... Obviously, an elf can't serve several different families..."

As he was talking, Ron felt a piercing chill from behind. He turned his head and saw Snape staring at them with a sneer.

Ron gasped and fell into a state of shock. Obviously, he didn't expect to see the professor here.

"Harry! Ron!" Hermione's familiar voice called their souls back to their bodies, "I knew you couldn't remember to wear formal clothes!"

Unlike two of the crushed companions, Hermione was neatly wearing a school robe, and he was angry at his wrinkled pajamas.

"Hush--" Ron put his fingers beside his mouth, motioned Hermione's loud voice, and then hiddenly pointed at Snape on the other side of the living room.

Hermin was scared and began to find a place to hide.

"He won't deduct our points?" Hermione put his face behind an armor holding a shield, and whispered the opinion of the two companions.

"It's not good ..." Ron also tried his best to dodge the eyes of Nigerp, "I really should bring Harry's invisible clothes ..."

"Cough ..." The sound of cough came from behind, and the three looked back. It was Malfoy who just arrived. He wore a robe that looked expensive and embroidered the golden line on the collar.

"It's really distinctive, Mr. Porter?" Malfoy's eyes drew proudly on Harry and Ron's pajamas, and then saw Snape sitting in the other side of the living room, "Ah, professor! "

Snape glanced at Harry fiercely, and then nodded at Malfoy.

Malfoy felt that he should sit there. Before leaving, he whispered to the three -person Gryffindor: "This is the site of Avi, what would I do to you ... but I want to say , You two of the most basic respect for Avi ... pajamas ... hum "

Harry and Ron suddenly felt a fever on their faces, and they couldn't wait to turn quickly into the air to disappear.

At this time, new guests came in again, Sirius and Lupine.

Harry's godfather dragged him up from the ground and gave him a large hug: "I know you are there! Hey! What is going on with you, Ivey has notified us to be a pajamas party! "

"Professor Lupin!" Hermione felt that she couldn't breathe anymore. She didn't expect to meet so many professors in the middle of the night.

"Easy, girl." Lupine showed a kind smile, "No one will deduct points for Gryffindor because of this."

Sirius and Lupine both noticed Snape sitting on the other side, but several adults were very restrained without conflict. They talked with the children of their college enthusiastically.

"This room is interesting!" The little Sirius shared excitedly. Although he had been here long ago, he always kept secrets for Aiwei. Finally, you don't need to block the strong sharing desire.

"The entrance is in Avi's magic book! And you can adjust the indoor furnishings arbitrarily according to his thoughts! I have never seen such a magical place!"

The arrival of the godfather has undoubtedly alleviated Harry's emotions. He began to ask the Little Sirius to ask Dong as the West, and the latter obviously enjoyed this atmosphere.

"Hey! Are you all here?" Herg, a wet pair of hands, came in from another door of the living room. He had been staying in the magical animal beast bar of the must -have house before. When Avi sent him a Cambodian, he proposed to see the "friends" who were knowledgeable.

Just when several Gryffindor chatted, Cassandra passed by quietly and sat on the other side of the living room. Compared with the Gryffindor, the three Slytherin seemed to be more restrained. They just watched it coldly and talked in a low voice, as if the excitement on the other side of the hall was irrelevant to them.

Now use the table in the middle of the living room as the center of the center. The direction near the door is five Gryffindor, and the symmetrical position with the center of the door is sitting with three Slytherin, as if there is an invisible wall from the air from the air from the air After falling, the teachers and students in the same school were divided into two distinct factions.

When Ivy re -entered the living room, I saw such a picture.

"Only Dumbledore hasn't arrived ..." Avi looked around in the living room for a week. He didn't see the white beard. "Can he sleep?"

The bells in the house sounded twelve times, and it also officially marked the official arrival of the start of the banquet.

Avi Yang Yang Yang's hand: "No matter what ... All the dishes have been aligned, let's come in for dinner!"

Everyone in the living room stood up and prepared to go to the banquet hall.

"Are you going to make meals? It seems that I come here just!" Dumbledore's voice came from the direction of the porch. Everyone couldn't help but look back. They looked very familiar with him.

Like Harry and Ron, Dumbledore is also wearing a robe. The difference from them is that he still wears a sleeping cap on his head. At this time, he was hanging on Dumbledore's shoulders.

Seeing the principal's dress, Harry and Ron suddenly felt much more comfortable. This was something that Sirius could not do.

"Yeah, you are just right." Ai Wei shook his head and made friends with an older old man who went to the old age, then you had to endure some of his quirks. Fortunately, Most of the cases were still reliable. of.

So everyone sat down at the dining table. Gryffindor and Slytherin tried not to sit with each other as much as possible. Only Dumbledore sat in the middle of Sirius and Snape, while Avi was around Harry and Malfoy.

Just like the banquet held at Hogwarts, many people are accustomed to looking at Dumbledore, while Dumbledore looks at Avi.

Avi lifts the wine glass and simply says: "For Hogwarts!"

"For Hogwarts!" Everyone picked up the cups at hand, and Dumbledore was particularly happy.

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes, Ron swallowed his saliva and waited for Ivy's order.

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

"Eat quickly! These are all my craftsmanship!"

Amid the busy praises of everyone, the banquet officially began.

Ron was busy stuffing all kinds of food into his mouth, almost swallowing his tongue.

Harry was on par with him, and at this time he was competing with his godfather across several dishes to see who could eat a whole honey-roasted steak first. Obviously he failed, Harry still had a large piece of steak left, while Sirius had only a little soup left on his plate.

Sirius laughed, and seemed very satisfied that he could beat his godson in the meat-eating competition.

Hagrid picked up the wine glass that was almost a small wooden barrel and poured spiced wine into his stomach.

Dumbledore had already started to enjoy dessert, and he was almost as interested in honey cream puffs as he was in telling jokes to Snape.

The latter was cutting the pheasant on his plate with an unhappy look on his face, as if Dumbledore's vulgar jokes had disturbed his interest in eating. For this reason, Snape even made the plate squeak, hoping that the old wizard would wake up and stop his verbal harassment.

Cassandra was very interested in the forest vegetable salad on the table. The rich taste and progressive taste experience gave her a great shock.

It was Hermione who attacked the pan-fried trout and seafood soup without stopping. Her spoon was waving quickly, meticulously sending every bit of meat on the skeleton into her stomach.

Malfoy obviously also liked this dinner very much, but in order to form a sharp contrast with Harry, he always tried to maintain his demeanor, but when he saw that there was less and less on the plate, he didn't care much, and grabbed the pie with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lupin ate very carefully. Every food on the table could be found on his plate. He ate the most food without saying a word, more than Ron who never stopped eating.

The heated atmosphere did not last long. After all, it was midnight. Except for the old wizard who often wandered into the kitchen at night, few people at the table had the habit of eating in the middle of the night.

So more chats appeared at the table. Harry, Ron and Malfoy asked about Ivy's past adventures.

Lupin and Sirius talked and laughed loudly.

Snape ignored Dumbledore beside him and turned to answer Cassandra's questions. Hermione, who was opposite them, was also listening very enthusiastically and looked like she was about to cross the table and join in.

Until someone asked a question: "Did Peter accept the Dementor's kiss? It has been many days since the Daily Prophet mentioned his name."

The table suddenly became very quiet. Everyone looked at Sirius, and Sirius looked at Lupin. The latter's cheeks were red, and he had obviously drunk a lot of hot apple cider.

No one spoke for a long time until Dumbledore spoke: "He's dead, Remus."

"How did he die?" Sirius asked impatiently.

"Fudge wrote to tell me that it was suicide..." Dumbledore frowned, obviously not wanting to talk about someone's death at Ivy's party, especially in front of so many students, "There are still many desserts! I think this candied apple is particularly good, don't you want some, Sirius?"

"Give me some, Dumbledore." The person who spoke was Snape, with a strange smile on his face, sweet and relaxed, "I can try that-apple."

The word "apple" sounded like "revenge" in his mouth.

Sirius was almost the first to understand what happened.

He stared at Snape, not understanding why he did that.

Sirius didn't recover until Snape finished all the apples on the plate and stood up to say goodbye to Ivy.

"It's too late, we should all go to bed!" Dumbledore patted his belly happily and touched Hagrid, who was snoring on the table, with his fingers, and the latter immediately floated up.

After asking that question, Lupin was obviously much more awake, and at this moment he was pulling Sirius out the door.

Malfoy tried hard to control his yawning mouth, said goodbye to Ivy, and walked out of the banquet hall before Harry.

"House elves!" Hermione just knew that the furry creatures that led her were house elves, "I remember that the house elves in the book don't look like this!"

"Because Ivy changed their appearance with magic." Ron said indifferently, "Go back quickly, I'm sleepy... Harry, how likely do you think it is that Diego will come to my house?"

"The book says that they never wear clothes and are almost slaves of wizards!" Hermione's indignant voice still echoed in the corridor.

"Doudou is not a slave!" Butler Bobby retorted, "Doudou has a salary! He has holidays! Master Doom also provides Doudou with the best dormitory! Doudou is very happy to work for Master Doom! Doudou is different from other house-elves!"

Ivy used his own contract magic to replace the contract magic planted in their blood by the wizard, so the speed at which this group of house-elves changed their minds exceeded everyone's imagination, including Ivy himself.

In Ivy's words: House elves are too easily affected by wizards' magic. They are almost shaped into this way by magic, and of course they are very easy to be changed by magic.

The sound in the corridor stopped coming, and it seemed that all the visitors had returned.

Ivy finally had time to look at his new ancient item.

As an ancient item of the same level as the Ravenclaw crown, the ancient ceremony of the golden cup is also divided into three stages. After completing the primary ancient ceremony, Ivy unlocked its two abilities.

First, liquid will naturally appear in the golden cup, and it will not be spilled due to actions other than drinking and pouring by the holder. If the liquid in the cup has been exhausted, it will be filled up after 10 minutes if no one uses it.

The first ability of level 10 is "drinking cup", which is to drink the liquid in the golden cup. You can choose to sip or drink, which is the difference between drinking in small sips and drinking in large gulps.

When sipping, the cup provides life restoration and temporary hit points equal to 1d4 + 1/2 the level of the cup's owner, and the temporary hit points last for one minute.

If sipping, the cup's liquid can be drunk three times in total, and it also provides life restoration and temporary hit points for the drinker, but the effect is stronger. In addition to the treatment provided by sipping, each level of Ivy will provide an additional d4 healing dice.

Even if the cup's liquid is completely drunk, Ivy can still sip the cup because it will continue to produce liquid.

The ability of the cup at level 11 is to expand the healing dice to d6, and sipping will cure bleeding effects and reduce the effects of poison to half of the original. And guzzling will cure deafness and blindness, and halve the effects of diseases.

The healing effect of the cup is powerful, it is simply a mobile fountain. You must know that as a mage, Ivy only gains d6 health points every time she levels up, and the cup can be filled up with a sip, and can be drunk three times every ten minutes. Not to mention that it can also provide resistance to abnormal states.

Although the gold cup does not provide any attribute gains for the time being, the terrifying amount of healing it provides is enough to be called a divine weapon.