From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Ivy had no intention of attending class obediently. After becoming a Hogwarts warrior, his behavior became even more unbridled.

Many classes at the magical animal breeding base can see him roaming in the deepest part of the park, near the cliffs and caves built with boulders.

This is the place reserved for dangerous creatures like fire dragons. But now there is only one fire dragon here, Norbeta.

"You need to try to cultivate tacit understanding with it." Ivy watched Cassandra throw a piece of bloody beef to Norbeta.

The latter pierced the beef with sharp teeth, then threw it into the air and roasted it into a black mass with the hot dragon flame. Finally, he ate it with satisfaction.

"As I said before, this Norwegian Ridgeback will be your partner in the future. I will use magic to connect your minds, which will significantly improve Norbeta's intelligence. If you can continue to grow, it may not be impossible for it to speak one day." Ivy folded her arms and looked at Cassandra. The fourth-year girl grew up very fast. She has attracted the attention of many suitors in Slytherin College.

But intimidated by Ivy's power, no one has dared to cross the line so far.

"As you wish, Lord Doom." Cassandra said respectfully and humbly. Since becoming Ivy's spellcaster, this girl seemed to have lost her former pride and turned into a docile cat.

Ivy knew very well that this was because she had grown up and would no longer wave her claws at a being far more powerful than herself like a cub.

After staring at Cassandra's blonde hair for a while, Ivy suddenly said, "I remember I promised you that when I kill Voldemort, I will allow you to watch from the side?"

Cassandra stuffed the raw beef in her hand back into the bucket, ignored Norbeta's dissatisfied roar, and turned to look at Ivy: "It's true, Lord Doom."

"Well, you can make preparations. This will be completed within this school year. I promise that before the Triwizard Tournament, you will be able to see the end of Voldemort with your own eyes." Ivy nodded and said calmly, as if Voldemort, the Dark Lord who has been in the magic world for many years, is no better than a beggar on the street to him.

"I... thank you..." Cassandra lowered her head, "I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"In fact, according to my own aesthetics, I should give you the power and watch you crush him to ashes." Ivy said again, "But Voldemort's soul is of some use to me, and this guy has always been cunning and cruel, and it will undoubtedly take a long time for you to grow up, so I have to do it myself."

Training a contract magician like Cassandra for his own use is a spare piece that Ivy has laid. Now he is a qualified nine-ring spellcaster and has the ability to travel between the multiverse. Although this power is not very stable, he can already see countless possibilities in the future with his own eyes.

Find a suitable world and create an armed force that completely obeys his orders. Ivy thinks this is very necessary. A spellcaster like him can't do everything himself.

In fact, the earth under his feet is a very suitable choice, but this planet is too crowded. 6 billion people live busily on less than 30% of the total area of ​​the planet, and there are also many countries with different cultures.

Moreover, the level of civilization in this world is too high, and it is absolutely time-consuming and laborious to rule directly, so this idea only flashed through Ivy's mind.

Ivy has a preliminary idea to build a school that can be used in the multiverse to pass on magic knowledge to the world he has visited. Use the power of magic to lure the best in other worlds to serve him. At the same time, with the help of these smart people, continue to climb the peak of magic.

Is there a sense of déjà vu? Yes, Ivy had this idea after receiving the admission notice from Strijhaven.

Strijhaven sounds like a similar institution, and it can also issue admission notices to nine-ring spellcasters like Ivy. Ivy decided to go deep into it and find out whether this magic university is worthy of its name or has ulterior motives.

But no matter what, recruiting a group of subordinates who are willing to obey his orders is certainly a good decision. It's just that Ivy has no other means to take others on a multiverse trip except the Room of Requirement.

His top priority now is to improve the professional level of [Scribe Wizard] as soon as possible to obtain more eight-ring and nine-ring spell slots.

However, gaining experience points is not an easy thing. While accumulating strength, it is always a good idea to arrange some idle people.

There were footsteps on the trail leading to the Fire Dragon Area. Ivy and Cassandra both looked up. It was not the footsteps of the half-giant Hagrid. He walked heavily, like an elephant walking on two feet.

The person who came was Draco Malfoy.

Ivy rarely saw him this semester, but he heard him use his name to enhance the cohesion of the small group in Slytherin more than once, and the frequency of discriminating against Muggles in Slytherin, such as mudbloods, has also decreased a lot.

It seems that Lucius has explained some necessary content to his good son, especially about the family's position.

Malfoy still had the image of dressing himself meticulously, but his cheeks were a little thin, making his chin look more pointed.

There was only one follower behind Malfoy. Ivy knew it was Crabbe, because his half-brother Goyle had dropped out of school and stayed at home because his father's identity as a Death Eater was confirmed.

"Ivy." Malfoy called Ivy's name nervously, and couldn't help but look quietly in the direction of Cassandra.

Ivy knew that Malfoy was not looking at his own warlock, but the little dragon Norbeta behind her. This boy named "Dragon" had a paranoid love for dragons. Maybe he would choose to take the advanced class of protecting magical animals in the future, and endure Hagrid, a character he didn't like, just to be with dragons.

"What's the matter, Draco." Ivy was always easy to talk to when facing friends.

"I'm afraid Potter is going to fight with the others." Malfoy whispered, "I can't stop it. I can't go against the collective will of Slytherin... They think Potter has stolen your glory as a warrior."

"You're really self-willed." Ivy was a little bored. He did plan to develop some followers among Slytherin students, but for some reason, the Slytherin students who appeared during his school years looked more like trolls than one another, and it was really difficult to find one or two smart people.

Ivy remembered that Slytherin a hundred years ago was not like this. They all spoke nicely and knew super evil black magic, which was a world of difference from these students who only engaged in group bullying and discrimination.

But some of their fathers controlled important departments of the Ministry of Magic, and Ivy couldn't manipulate them with too tough means, because Ivy knew very well that fear would not only bring obedience, but also breed betrayal.

"Cassandra." Ivy looked at her warlock, "I want you to stop them before the conflict breaks out."

"Yes, Lord Doom." Cassandra nodded, her golden hair swaying gently, "but what if they have already started fighting?"

"In short, stop the fighting." Ivy thought for a while and added, "If those idiots are unwilling to obey, ensure a fair duel environment. If they really want to get back the "glory" for me, let them face Harry one-on-one."

"Understood." Cassandra replied, but her body did not mean to leave.

"What's wrong? Do you have any other questions?" Ivy tilted her head and asked.

"If Potter wins, can I challenge him for your glory?" Cassandra asked quietly.

Ivy frowned: "Don't you understand yet? I don't care about the so-called "glory of the Hogwarts Warriors". Participating in the Triwizard Tournament is just a pastime for me. You don't need to..."

Ivy didn't continue, he almost understood what Cassandra meant. As the recognized leader of the Slytherin students, he really shouldn't show too much of his intention to lean towards Harry in such matters.

Although Ivy was very disappointed with these Slytherin students and was not prepared to really make them his followers, the pure-blood wizard families represented by these students still had some value.

He shouldn't just think about getting this matter done, but should think about how to turn events that may shake his prestige into a boost, on the one hand to reduce the possibility that Slytherin students would use his name to do things that don't fit his style; on the other hand, to enhance Ivy's prestige among the student group.

There is no doubt that Cassandra is a smart girl. And the interpersonal game in the small circle of girls did not bring her any advantages. At least in the Slytherin girls group, Ivy only heard her voice.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

Among the girls in Slytherin, there are quite a few whose family background is comparable to that of Malfoy, but Cassandra can become the leader not only because of Ivy's power. Mixed-blood girls like her have always been marginal figures in the girl group. If there is a little mistake in daily interpersonal communication, she will be waiting for countless trivialities.

Therefore, Cassandra's skills in dealing with interpersonal relationships are trustworthy, at least in dealing with interpersonal relationships between girls.

"Hehe," Ivy laughed, "You can do it according to your own ideas, let me see your ability."

Then he took out a bag from the Destruction Grimoire and threw it to Cassandra.

"It contains the invigorating potion and white fresh essence. Give them two bottles for each person injured by it." Ivy waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

Cassandra put away the bag, nodded respectfully, and took two steps back before turning around and leaving.

Ivy watched her go away, and suddenly said, "Don't look, Draco, if you want to get started, feed the remaining meat to Norberta for Cassandra."

"Really?" Malfoy was overjoyed. Although he still confirmed it, his hand had already honestly lifted the bucket of raw beef from the ground.

The black little dragon looked at Malfoy's face with orange eyes for a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth and roared at him.

Malfoy couldn't help but take a half step back, but thinking that Ivy was by his side, he suddenly became a lot more courageous.

"Good baby! Good baby!" He took a piece of raw beef from the bucket and shook it towards Norberta, "Only good babies can eat meat!"

"Draco," Ivy reminded, "Norberta is a fire dragon, not a harmless puppy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Norbeta, who had been eyeing the raw beef for a long time, immediately spurted out a stream of flames, scaring Malfoy so much that he screamed and threw the raw beef in his hand far away.

The frightened Malfoy used too much force, and the parabola of the raw beef was no longer within the range that Norbeta could catch it. Its legs kicked on the rough rocks, flapped a pair of wing membranes and flew high, perfectly intercepting the raw beef.

After another burst of flames, the fresh raw beef turned into a ball of charcoal. But from the noise Norbeta made when chewing, although the surface of the beef had been carbonized, it was still full of juice inside.

"Wow!" Malfoy screamed, "You didn't tie it up?"

"I've already said that," Ivy said with a look of indifference, "It's a fire dragon, not a guard dog."

"Great! It's so beautiful!" Malfoy looked at Norbeta gliding in the air intoxicatedly, and couldn't help but admire it.

However, the Norwegian Ridgeback, who was waiting to eat beef, was not very happy, and blew several mouthfuls of fire at Malfoy on the ground.

The white-gold hair on the top of his head was curled due to the high heat, and some of them were even ignited, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.

Crabbe, as a follower, had hidden his head behind the rocks under the rockery, and his fat body was completely exposed.

Malfoy excitedly slapped out the flames on his head and threw raw beef into the air one after another: "Oh my God! It's really sensible! I thought no one could tame a dragon! How did you do it, Ivy?"

"It's actually very simple." Ivy looked up at the dragon with superb flying skills and explained concisely, "Dragons are very smart creatures. They have a strong sense of territory and fighting instincts, and their excellent scales, fire-breathing and flying abilities make them never willing to use their brains. But as long as you show your unquestioned strength, they are willing to use their smart brains to figure out how to get along with you."

"It seems that only you can use this method! Wow!" Malfoy screamed again.

Because there was no raw beef in the bucket, but Norbeta in the sky was still pestering him, Malfoy had to show it the empty bucket, and the unsatisfied dragon angrily spit out a mouthful of fire as a response.