From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep." Ivy knew what would happen today. It was nothing more than chasing and fighting to the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, seeing the three-headed dog Lu Wei sitting on the trapdoor, and then leading Nicolas Flamel and his Philosopher's Stone.

Ivy was not interested in the painful immortality that the stone could provide. He could still live to be 97 years old, and it was far from the time to consider his affairs after death. Although turning stone into gold was indeed an interesting ability, Ivy, who knew magic, did not have much desire for money.

So Ivy had no motivation and no position to participate in this matter.

Ivy was a person who did whatever he wanted and did things completely based on his preferences. Now his interest was all in the spells provided by the Destruction Grimoire.

Especially since he was almost about to reach level three, he had been envious of the spell called Ma Youfu's Strong Acid Arrow for a long time. By the way, he thought the scorching ray was also good.

His recent research topic was how to cast the DND spell with the magic power of wizards, but at least for now, he had no idea.

"Oh! OK..." Malfoy and his friends made way for Ivy.

But just as Ivy was about to enter the door of the common room, Malfoy suddenly called him: "Ivy!"

"What?" Ivy turned sideways and looked at Malfoy.

"Can... can you please witness this duel?" Malfoy shrugged unnaturally, as if his back was itchy, "I mean... be a witness or referee or something... Of course, if it disturbs your rest, then forget it... Anyway, I can definitely deal with Potter."

"It's just that I think it would be bad if no one believed it if I told it out." Malfoy spoke more and more fluently, "You see, Miss Wally has never been on good terms with me. I dare say that she is trying hard to become a prefect in the future. So, if you can come and witness..."

"Of course. But what will you pay for it?" Ivy began to be a little interested, because he remembered that Malfoy didn't seem to go to the appointment, and Ivy didn't think he sneaked out to inform on others, because this could be done during the day, and there were too many words to use.

"Anything is fine." Malfoy answered immediately.

"I think the word 'anything' is still too heavy for you." Ivy shook his finger, "Let me think... magic book? How about it? A magic book that Hogwarts has never collected, whether it is dark magic or anything else. As long as it is not in the Hogwarts library."

"Of course! The Malfoy family has many collections that you can never imagine!" Malfoy nodded and excitedly reached a deal with Ivy.

Then, the four people spiraled up along the stairs of the dungeon and headed towards the place set for dinner today.

Along the way, Malfoy whispered a lot of words excitedly, most of which were imagining how to ridicule Harry after his failure; the other few were very deliberate compliments to Ivy. The eldest son of the Malfoy family obviously didn't learn how to please others.

Soon, they approached the trophy display room on the fourth floor.

But the moment they stepped out of the stairs, a huge and noisy sound came from the trophy display room, mixed with Filch's roar and the screams of the little wizards.

Ivy noticed that Malfoy's face turned pale - it was all his fault.

Not only did Filch fail to catch Harry Potter and his accomplices on the spot, he even messed up the duel tonight, and more importantly, he lost an opportunity to make friends with Ivy!

"What should we do?" Malfoy asked, sweat running down his face.

"Do you want to end the duel tonight, Mr. Malfoy?" Ivy asked.

"What? Of course not!" Malfoy jumped up as if he was pricked by a needle, but soon he became depressed again, "But if Slytherin is deducted points..."

"It's simple," Ivy stretched out two fingers and gestured, "Two magic books, or magic props that are not much different."

"Deal!" Malfoy whispered.

"Now," Ivy snapped his fingers, and a gauze-like magic curtain immediately enveloped the four people. This was an illusion spell, "Let's follow them."

The fleeing wizards were very fast, almost running for their lives. So naturally, they made a lot of noise. They even provoked Peeves who came out of nowhere.

"It's just a bunch of troublemakers." Malfoy mocked in the illusion spell, and Crabbe and Goyle responded with low and rude laughter.

"They went in." Ivy said.

"Go in? Where?" Malfoy looked up, and only Filch and Peeves were left in the corridor.

"The innermost room on the fourth floor." Ivy said slowly, "Remember? Dumbledore said at the beginning of the school that it was the room where people would "encounter accidents and painful deaths."

Malfoy's face suddenly became paler than before, and then turned black and blue.

"Perhaps..." Malfoy felt his throat dry and itchy, "Should we just lie back in bed and forget about it?"

"Apparently I'm not the only one who knows that you were supposed to duel in the trophy room." Ivy pointed this out maliciously.

No mistake, just read it in the 6-9 book bar!

Malfoy froze for a moment, his eyes bulging out unnaturally, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

"Save them..." His voice sounded like he was drowning, "Ivy... help... save them..."

"Three books... no no, five books... or ten books... anything will do, save them!" Malfoy grabbed Ivy's robe, and the joints of his hands were pinched white.

Ivy smiled slightly, pointed his fingers in the air, and two flashing red lights hit Filch and Peeves who were still arguing at the end of the corridor. They were frozen into two ice lumps emitting cold air.

Ivy pushed open the door and saw four little wizards staring at the six eyes of the big dog in the middle of the room in amazement.

"What a fulfilling and strange day, isn't it?" Ivy leaned over and whispered in their ears.

At such a tense moment, any slight movement would lead to an overreaction.

"Ahhhh————" The four little wizards whose voices haven't changed yet have voices comparable to those of the creepy banshees in the cemetery. Together with the three-headed dog that has also come to its senses, the noise from the seven mouths will definitely pull everyone in the castle out of their dreams.

"Silently." Ivy successfully saved his hearing organ before it was scrapped.

"Extend quickly." The iron chain that tied the three-headed dog to the trapdoor quickly extended, like a living snake, tightly tying up the giant dog that looked like a pile of meat.

"The three-headed dog is extremely powerful, I'm afraid it will break free soon. Before that, let's leave quickly." Ivy pulled the four terrified little wizards out of the room.