From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Malfoy, I don't think I've seen Ivy?" Cassandra glanced at Malfoy, followed by her two little sisters - the quiet Tracy Davis and the always noisy Daphne Greengrass.

In the open space under the bell tower, Malfoy was standing and chatting with several other Slytherin first-year students. When Cassandra and the other two joined, all the Slytherin first-year students were left with only Ivy.

"What?" Malfoy's face flashed with a hint of displeasure at the interruption of the conversation.

Cassandra just rolled her eyes and didn't answer Malfoy's question, while Tracy behind her said, "She said - Ivy is not here."

"Of course! We are discussing Ivy!" Malfoy said, "He is also a Slytherin. We have to help him, especially to let him know that those Gryffindor boys are just a bunch of idiots, not the lions they claim to be."

"That Weasley is fine, but," Blaise Zabini behind Malfoy hesitated before saying, "The other one is Harry Potter."

"Come on." Malfoy laughed, "You saw his performance in the Potions class. The famous Potter is nothing great. He was lucky to survive the Dark Lord. He is just like us, just a first-year student, and he is also an orphan."

"Hehehe..." Several Slytherin freshmen surrounding Malfoy laughed in low voices, and Pansy Parkinson laughed particularly exaggeratedly, as if Malfoy really told a great joke.

"Hmm..." Blaise Zabini hesitated for a moment, and finally stopped talking.

"Enough." Cassandra casually combed her hair to stop her silly smile from spreading further, "Tell me about your plan, Malfoy."

"As we all know-" Malfoy showed a sinister smile and said in a long tone, "Potter is an orphan who has lived with his Muggle aunt since he was a child. He has never had any connection with magic before entering Hogwarts, so I plan to make him a fool in the flying class, so that Ivy will know that he is just a fool with nothing but appearance."

"Heh." Cassandra squeezed a hoarse laugh from her throat, "Is this your whole plan? A prank like an idiot? If you can get Harry Potter expelled, I can still look up to you."

Cassandra's bright green eyes swept across the faces of every Slytherin behind Malfoy, and finally shook her head and turned away.

"Jokes and pranks won't help you win anything from Ivy, Malfoy."

Tracy Davis nodded to Malfoy and the others, and quickly followed Cassandra.

Daphne Greengrass, who had long curly golden chestnut hair, came over and whispered, "To be honest, I'd like to see those Gryffindors make a fool of themselves. But Ivy is not necessarily the same. You have to know that he has made those senior students..."

Daphne Greengrass shivered at this, as if a gust of cold wind had poured into her collar.

"Anyway, since we are all purebloods, I wish you good luck."

After that, Daphne Greengrass quickly caught up with her two little sisters.

Malfoy frowned and stared at the direction they left.

"Ignore them, Draco." Pansy Parkinson deliberately shrieked, "In my heart, you are the best!"

"Okay..." Malfoy came back to his senses and looked at Pansy strangely, "Let's continue... Anyway, I think we can scare Potter in the flying class, such as pretending to knock him off the flying broom... Maybe, we can..."

Time soon came to Thursday, it was a sunny and breezy day, which was not a wonder in September when the sun was still common, but if it was in winter, the residents of the British Isles would definitely shout "Hallelujah".

Ivy walked through the corridor of the castle and came to a flat lawn, which was the place for the flying class. As the only physical education class in Hogwarts, the flying class really needs a lot of open space.

The lawn was already full of Slytherin students, and everyone had a little strange excitement on their faces. Ivy thought that these little wizards in Slytherin were accustomed to flying on brooms. He nodded to his classmates and began to reflect on what he had done.

Ever since he sent more than half of the senior Slytherin students to the hospital ward on the night of the opening feast, his classmates seemed a little afraid of him. Except for Cassandra, no one had ever spoken to him, and even if he asked, no one dared to look him in the eye.

And they always appeared in groups, as if Ivy would eat them if they were alone.

When the Gryffindor students stood opposite the Slytherins one after another, all the participants in the course were almost there.

Madam Hooch directed twenty-two brooms to line up in two rows on the lawn, making the final preparations before class.

That's right, twenty-two is exactly the sum of the number of freshmen in Slytherin and Gryffindor this year, but the professors have called the roll enough times, and no one would be interested in listening to all of them.

Madam Hooch finally looked at her pocket watch and began to call the students to the brooms: "Okay, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand next to a flying broom. Quick, quick, hurry up."

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

The broom at Ivy's feet was not really neat. The copper hoop used to tie the broom branches had been stained with mottled green rust, and the branches poking everywhere had no aesthetic appeal. If it weren't for the "cushion spell" cast on the wooden handle, Ivy would not have sat on it.

He looked at the brooms of his classmates again, and was not surprised to find that his broom was in good condition.

"Maybe Hogwarts has never changed its teaching brooms since a hundred years ago."

"Oh, these brooms are definitely not as old as you think, Mr. Doom." Madam Hooch heard Ivy muttering to herself, "In the 1920s, after the two major flying broom companies, Sweep and Comet, started their competition, they both provided Hogwarts with a batch of samples as teaching tools, which was also a kind of indirect advertising. It was at that time that Hogwarts eliminated the flying brooms from more than a hundred years ago."

"So the oldest of these brooms is only sixty years old." Finally, Madam Hooch concluded.

"Okay! It's time to start teaching!" Madam Hooch shouted from the front. "Everyone! Put your right hand on the broom handle and say: 'Get up!'"