From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Ivy didn't expect that Cassandra's target of revenge was Voldemort.

According to her, the dark wizard who killed her parents was a Death Eater. Ivy didn't know where she came to this conclusion.

However, if we calculate according to the timeline of Voldemort's fall, the dark wizard who was still obsessed with killing people who intermarried with Muggles seven years after Voldemort's death was obviously an out-and-out diehard.

However, this diehard did not find the Black Forest in Albania through rumors, but went on a killing spree in a mansion in the countryside of England.

This is difficult to comment.

Whether it is the strange brain circuit of this dark wizard or the law enforcement ability of the Aurors in the British wizarding world, it is difficult to comment.

Who would have thought that a dark wizard who was still at large seven years after Voldemort's fall was solved by a Muggle with a spray gun?

But this is not a big problem for Ivy. Voldemort's lame pure-blood philosophy is laughable enough. He might as well convert to the embrace of social Darwinists.

At least the eight words "survival of the fittest" are still applicable in the magic world.

Now Voldemort is behind Quirrell's little head. Maybe it's time for him to have a taste of the "big melon" from his senior.

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"Dumbledore said my broom was attacked by dark magic." Sitting on Hagrid's unicorn hair cushion, Harry took a sip of strong tea and said with a bitter face, "Can I have some sugar, Hagrid?"

"Your broom was attacked by dark magic?" Ron obviously heard Harry mention this for the first time, so he opened his mouth as wide as Hagrid to express his surprise.

"This is impossible! Hogwarts is the safest place in the world!" Hagrid held the sugar bowl and denied this statement with certainty.

"Dumbledore said so." Harry picked up a few sugar cubes from the rough ceramic jar and threw them into the teacup in front of him. "Just after the last Quidditch match with Slytherin, Professor Dumbledore checked my broom for me."

Hagrid, who was originally confident, began to waver when he heard Dumbledore's name: "Maybe... there are indeed some guys with ulterior motives who sneaked into Hogwarts."

"Did you tell Dumbledore that someone was secretly spying on the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione was concerned about something else.

"Of course, I told him the names of Snape and Quirrell." Harry tasted the sweetness of the black tea, nodded with satisfaction, and continued, "But he told me: 'Who can keep a normal mind about the Philosopher's Stone? But sometimes the more people want something, the further they will push it. Don't worry, Harry, the Philosopher's Stone is well preserved by me.'"

Hearing Harry's hoarse voice imitating Dumbledore's voice, the three children in the cabin laughed. They knew that everything that happened in the castle could not escape Dumbledore's eyes, and it seemed that Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone was also very safe.

At this time, the door of the wooden house was knocked by a new visitor.

"Come in, Ivy!" Harry ran over and opened the door, and Ron took the opportunity to put the cushion made of unicorn hair under his buttocks.

Ivy used magic to remove the mud on his boots. The spring in the British Isles is always rainy and cloudy, and the road from the castle to the cabin is indeed not easy to walk.

"I understand!"

As soon as Ivy entered the house, he heard Hagrid shouting, and he was stunned and asked, "What do you understand?"

"Oh, this is thanks to you, Ivy." Harry enthusiastically poured him a cup of tea, found a few relatively intact sugar cubes from the sugar jar, and even pushed the rock skin cake on the table that no one had touched to Ivy.

"If you hadn't added anti-dark magic to my broom, it probably wouldn't have lasted until our game!" Harry said happily.

"So someone used dark magic to attack your broom?" Ivy probably understood that it was Quirrell who did it, but she didn't expect that his magic level was really not good, and he couldn't even break through the anti-dark spell that Ivy had set.

"Dumbledore told me. He picked up my broom after the game that day." Harry continued to explain, "But we don't know who did it yet."

"Quirrel or Snape, they are the most suspicious, because they both want to get the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione tried her best not to stare at Ivy, and said what everyone had been guessing.

"I guess it was Snape." Ron gave his reasons, "When I passed Quirrell's office that day, I heard him crying inside. It was so gloomy around, and the sound was so creepy, so I hurried back to the Gryffindor common room."

"Besides, don't you think Quirrell is a little too--" Ron made a less friendly gesture, as if he knew dark wizards very well, "cowardly?"

"Passed Quirrell's office?" The sharp Hermione found the blind spot and shot Ron a suspicious look, "That's not on the way from the hall to the common room!"

Ron's expression was as if someone had grabbed his neck, and he explained vaguely: "Oh, I went back from somewhere else, so I passed Quirrell's office."

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

"Somewhere else? I think it's Filch's office?" Hermione's eyes widened, as if she would eat Ron alive in the next second. "When did you lose points from Gryffindor again? What was it because of this time? The mud on your feet, or the dung bombs your two brothers gave you!"

Harry knew he had to interrupt Hermione's long speech: "I can feel that Snape hates me. He has more reason to do such a thing than Quirrell."

"No! They are all professors of the school, they will never do such a thing! Dumbledore will not allow it!" Hagrid interrupted their "grounded accusation" with a serious expression, "It must be a dark wizard who sneaked into the Forbidden Forest!"

The three little ones took a breath at the same time, making an indelible contribution to global warming.

Hermione looked out the window worriedly, from which she could see a corner of the Forbidden Forest: "I've never heard of dark wizards in the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh, don't worry." Hagrid said soothingly, "They don't dare to approach Hogwarts. There is magic in the castle to protect you. Not to mention Dumbledore."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked doubtfully, "They even cast a spell on my broom!"

"That's because the Quidditch field is not far from the Forbidden Forest." Hagrid explained, and he also kindly advised the young wizards not to approach the Forbidden Forest, "Especially you, Ivy. I know you like magical animals like me, but the Forbidden Forest has been uneasy recently. Many descendants of Aragog have disappeared. It must be the work of the hateful dark wizards! How could anyone want to hurt those furry little cuties?"

Ivy almost sprayed tea on Hagrid's face, because he knew where the disappeared Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest had gone.