From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

When the owls flew over the Slytherin table with brooms, Ivy was trying to lure the big cat Xiaoyan with a fried fish.

For the Art Elemental Statue, which is a construct life, although there is no trouble with excretion, it also means that the freeze-dried food and cat strips that ordinary cats like to eat are ineffective for it.

In order to pet the big cat without using magic, Ivy must enhance his physical attributes.

So much so that for a while, he even wanted to learn from the well-known white-robed wizard, turn on the flash spell and swing the sword.

Fortunately, the Destruction Grimoire gave him unlimited possibilities. As long as he continues to grow, Ivy will become a super bucket man one day.

Notice that the broom over the Slytherin table is not only wrapped with students filling the auditorium, but also professors sitting on the teacher's table.

"Severus." Professor McGonagall's face was not looking good, because she keenly predicted that Gryffindor might face another disastrous defeat, and perhaps Gryffindor would miss the Quidditch Cup this year. "I hope you noticed the commotion in the hall. To be precise, it happened at the Slytherin table."

Snape, who had already learned the origin of Nimbus 2001 from Lucius Malfoy's letter, reluctantly raised his head from the gravy stewed beans.

"Thank you for your reminder, Minerva." Snape tried to make his tone sound like he had suddenly realized something, and then he stood up from the staff table and flew across the hall like a bat.

"Mr. Doom." He came to Ivy and stared at Xiaoyan on the dining table and said, "The pet cats allowed by the school may not include magical animals with magical powers."

"Oh, professor." Ivy looked back at him and reached out to knock on Xiaoyan's head, making a tinkling sound, "It's made of ceramics. Strictly speaking, it's not a magical animal."

Snape stared at Ivy's face for more than ten seconds without blinking, making people start to worry about his dry eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy has written to me to explain the situation, but that doesn't mean I allow you to disrupt the dining order in the auditorium."

Ivy can be sure that there is no clause about "dining order" in the school rules, which must be made up by Snape.

"Okay," Ivy held the big cat in his arms, and the latter waved his claws at Snape demonstratively, "I'll get it all done soon."

"Flint!" Ivy called Troll No. 1, who grunted across the long table and knocked a group of students to the ground.

"Professor, sir." Troll No. 1 had a good etiquette education. If Barnabas had had this skill, he would not have been hung outside the Room of Requirement for hundreds of years.

Ivy commanded seven broom packages to fly over and lined up beside him: "Inside are your new brooms, but you have to go back to the dormitory to open them."

Flint smiled foolishly and hugged all the broom packages.

Ivy spread his hands to Snape, meaning "all done."

The latter did not speak (maybe nodded slightly?), turned and walked towards the long table of faculty and staff.

Seeing Snape leave, Troll No. 1 asked excitedly: "Is it Nimbus 2000, sir?"

Ivy shook his head: "Nimbus 2001."

"What? Nimbus 2001!"

Now even the ghosts in the cellar under the auditorium knew about it. Snape, who had not walked far, immediately stared at Troll No. 1 with a terrifying look.

Flint immediately realized that he had made trouble, and rushed out of the hall with his broom without looking back.

Although the instigator had left, the whole hall was still boiling. All the students were talking about Nimbus 2001.

"I can't believe that Nimbus Company would launch Nimbus 2001 at the beginning of this year. We haven't even bought Nimbus 2000 for a year!" Even on Quidditch match day, Harry could still hear Gryffindor students complaining like this. He agreed with them in his heart because he was the one who was about to play against seven Nimbus 2001s.

The stands were crowded with people, and everyone wore clothes of various colors to represent the teams they supported. Harry didn't dare to look at the Gryffindor formation because he knew he was about to bring them a defeat. He lowered his head and walked into the locker room below the stands.

The atmosphere in the Gryffindor players' locker room was extremely depressing. Even the Weasley twins, who always managed to put a smile on other people's faces, didn't speak at this time, let alone Captain Wood, who was hanging his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Harry felt that he should say something encouraging, but when he thought of the seven latest flying brooms, he couldn't say anything.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was time for the game, and Harry's heart was raised to his throat little by little.

"I don't know what to say..." Harry heard himself say this, and everyone in the locker room looked at him, and the feeling suffocated him, "I just joined Hogwarts half a year ago... I just learned to play Quidditch not long ago... I haven't even learned a few magics..."

I don't know if it was George or Fred who laughed kindly, and Harry suddenly became less nervous.

"But I like it here, the hearty breakfast, interesting classmates, magical magic, and of course you, my teammates. Everything in the magic world makes me feel yearning, it makes me feel at ease here, just like home, and my classmates are like family to me-" Harry paused and added, "Maybe except Malfoy..."

Now everyone in the locker room was smiling, and the atmosphere became lively.

No mistake, a single post, a content, a 6-9 book, a bar!

Yes, that's it.

Harry told himself, say something else.

"The other side does have seven Nimbus 2001s..."

Harry was horrified to find that the smiles on everyone's faces froze.

Why did I mention this? Harry wanted to punch himself.

"Maybe we will lose today..." Harry felt that his stomach and intestines were entangled together, as if he was in a wrestling duel.

"... But we are Gryffindor!"

There was a sparse applause in the locker room, and more relaxed smiles. Harry saw that everyone's face was much more relaxed.

"Your speech was terrible." Wood patted Harry's shoulder, and the force was so strong that it seemed to nail Harry into the ground, "But you are right, we are Gryffindor, we will never admit defeat!"

There was a small cheer in the locker room, and everyone walked onto the field with a dying mood.

Madam Hooch and the Slytherin Quidditch players were already waiting there, and Harry watched as the captains of both teams put their hands together and shook them with such force that they seemed to want to crush each other.

"On your marks! Get ready!" Madam Hooch shouted, and then she took out a silver whistle and blew the whistle to start the game.