From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"A closer relationship?" Ivy asked, his fingers sliding down the tear marks on Cassandra's face, "Which closer relationship?"

Although Cassandra tried to remain calm, she couldn't hide the panic in her eyes. She swallowed and felt Ivy's fingers climbing up her shoulders. Some heat was transmitted from his fingertips to Cassandra's skin, giving her many small goose bumps.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, then pursed her lips to answer, but was interrupted by Ivy before she could say anything.

"You want to gain power?" Ivy's voice was very light, almost a whisper, "But you need to understand that it is not without cost. I will give it to you, but the premise is that you deserve it."

"Heart-breaking." Ivy whispered.

The next moment, the cruel evil magic aura bloomed at Ivy's fingertips, turning into red lightning and hitting Cassandra's shoulder.

Endless pain bloomed from the place hit by the spell, and the expression on Cassandra's beautiful face twisted again, but this time, she had no tears, and could not make any sound. Only the short gasps were squeezed out of her throat with difficulty, turning into a terrifying "hissing" sound.

The red lightning brought by the Cruciatus Curse did not disappear in an instant as usual, but continued to flash on Cassandra's shoulder.

After a few breaths, a string of scarlet letters was firmly engraved on the skin near Cassandra's collarbone-"Crucio".

Ivy looked at the masterpiece on the girl's shoulder with satisfaction. This was inspired by the Dark Mark on Lucius Malfoy's left arm.

Voldemort left the Calling Curse and the Positioning Curse in the Dark Mark, and connected his magic with the Death Eaters through advanced black magic. Therefore, the Death Eaters can notify each other through the Dark Mark on their arms, and even provide the coordinates of the Apparition to their companions.

Ivy's black magic was obviously better. Not only did he figure out the tricks of the Dark Mark just by touching it with his arm, he even used his attainments in curse magic to carve an Unforgivable Curse as a mark on Cassandra's shoulder.

The scarlet spell was not just a variant of the Dark Mark, but a more terrifying existence. Ivy could connect each spell he carved through the curse and pass a part of the black magic power to the host through it. This would undoubtedly strengthen the recipient's ability to cast black magic to a certain extent, and when the recipient's magic attainments improved, it would also be passed to Ivy through the connection between the spells.

What's even more terrifying is that the spell Ivy carved is essentially no different from the curse mark he released when he released the chain "Avada Biting the Big Melon", which means that the life of each recipient is always in his hand. With just one thought, he can ignore the obstacles of distance and complete the "biting the big melon".

"Maybe it's not very beautiful?" Ivy rubbed the string of scarlet letters on Cassandra's shoulder with her fingers, and then used a small transformation spell to change the shape of the spell, turning it from a string of letters into a pattern like a water drop. With the scarlet color, I believe everyone who sees it will think it is an unconventional blood drop tattoo.

Looking at the drop of blood on the fair skin, Ivy nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now, you have the power you have always dreamed of. Come and try it."

Ivy untied the telekinesis that bound Cassandra, and the latter almost collapsed to the ground at once.

Ivy just watched all this with a smile, and did not mean to reach out to help her up.

Cassandra panted on the ground for a moment, and took out her wand from her pocket with trembling hands and held it in front of her.

"Remember that spell?" Ivy coaxed, "The one I carved on your shoulder."

"Crucio... Bone-ripping..." Cassandra climbed up from the ground with her weak feet, muttering the spell that brought her countless pain.

"Yes, Cruocio." Ivy nodded, waved his hand and turned a chair in the room into a bleating sheep, "Come on, try it on it."

The round, fat sheep with a pair of square pupils seemed to have not figured out the situation yet. After looking around, it began to lower its head and gnaw on the scrolls scattered on the floor.

"My spell strengthens your ability to cast spells," Ivy began to explain to Cassandra the mark on her shoulder made by evil black magic, "My magic is with you, recite it - Cruciatus."

"Huh——" Cassandra took a deep breath, the tip of the wand still trembled, "Crucio!"

The scarlet magic turned into lightning, flew out from the top of Cassandra's wand, and sank into the sheep in the blink of an eye.

However, nothing happened.

"No, no, no, this won't work." Ivy shook her head, "Crucio is an evil spell, and you must have a clear sense of purpose to release it. According to my tricks, you have to enjoy the feeling of torturing your opponent from the bottom of your heart."

"Like this." Ivy snapped his fingers crisply, and the dazzling red magic burst out from Cassandra's shoulders and quickly enveloped her entire body.

The pain from the Cruciatus Curse quickly took away Cassandra's strength. She arched her body like a shrimp scalded by boiling water, and fell to the ground twitching.

Ivy lowered her arm, ending Cassandra's torture.

"Try again." Ivy's voice was calm, as if she had done something insignificant, such as drinking a sip of hot tea or eating a piece of bread.

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Multiple near-death experiences had almost taken away all of Cassandra's strength. Her proud blond hair was wet with sweat, her lips were as white as paper, and her emerald green eyes were no longer shining. Only her strong willpower was still supporting her from fainting.

Cassandra struggled to get up from the ground again, concentrating her only attention, and shouting with all her strength: "Crucie!"

The scarlet magic appeared again, and hit the target as quickly as last time. The sheep, who was chewing the paper leisurely, was tense all over, and fell to the ground before he could scream, twitching all over. After a few seconds, it turned back into the chair.

"Pa, pa, pa."

Ivy clapped his hands: "Impressive, Cassandra. I have a feeling you will enjoy this power, just like you enjoy torturing that poor sheep."

However, poor Cassandra didn't even hear his words. She didn't even have time to check the results of her spell before she lost consciousness and fell to the ground again.

Xiaoyan, who was squatting on a high place and watching the whole process with a proud expression, jumped down, shook his tail in disgust, and came to Ivy.

"Good cat." Ivy narrowed his eyes and reached out to touch the soft fur of the big cat.