From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 134 The Dead Giant

Take Ivy's current spellcasting ability for example. Dumbledore, who is old, frail and soft-hearted, may no longer be his opponent.

Ivy could certainly defeat him, but what would happen next? Would Dumbledore give in? Would an old gambler who had staked his life on a younger Dark Lord succumb to him?
Ivy expressed doubts. What if he was killed? Could Ivy do it perfectly without anyone knowing? If not, Ivy would be doomed to face what Dumbledore left behind in the wizarding world. Dumbledore was a very important figure in the entire British wizarding world, and even in the international wizarding world.

Even though Dumbledore was still alive, many people looked down on this old man, saying that he was crazy and weird.

But Ivy can guarantee that once Dumbledore really dies, the entire wizarding world will begin to sing his praises. Just like after the fall of the Roman Empire, the whole world was filled with its filial sons and grandsons. For some people, the dead Dumbledore is the best Dumbledore.

The huge political legacy he left behind will be coveted by countless people, and his followers and the ambitious people who have moved from behind the scenes to the front stage will spare no effort to mobilize all their forces to pursue the murderer. At that time, Ivy will face countless troubles.

Everything in the world cannot be solved with fists. Why does Ivy hide in the magical world and be a good student in Hogwarts Castle?
Of course, it was to enjoy everything in the castle, the various magic books hidden in the forbidden area, the various mysteries in the castle, the delicious food served by the house elves at any time... Most importantly, the free time at his disposal. In this school where the academic atmosphere may not be so strong, he can concentrate on studying the greatest mystery in the world - magic.

The Destruction Grimoire that Ivy possessed had already shown him endless possibilities. As time went on, he would inevitably become more powerful. So there was no need for him to cause trouble for himself. He could just do things based on his feelings.

"Miss Volley's magical ability is truly astonishing. Do you have anything to say about this, Professor Victor?" Dumbledore watched the young wizards arguing about whether Cassandra's use of a spell to blow up the White King was cheating.

"To be precise, that was my magical power." Ivy explained simply, "The child's parents were killed by a dark wizard under Voldemort. Her only goal was to take revenge on Voldemort, so she came to me."

Ivy showed her wrist and slightly activated her magic power. A thin red spell like a flame suddenly appeared. "We made an unbreakable vow. After my improvement, this spell no longer requires a witness, but the effect of the vow has become two-way. I will do my best to help her crush Voldemort, and she will serve me for the rest of her life."

Ivy lowered his arm, and the thin red chain disappeared without a trace: "It is because of this oath that I can transfer some of my magic power to her."

Dumbledore frowned. "Worley... I don't remember seeing this name in the Ministry of Magic's victim statistics list..."

"Her father is a Muggle, and her mother doesn't seem to have any magical talent." Ivy walked forward and cast a head-bubbling curse on himself. If he remembered correctly, Quirrell's troll was in the next room. "In general, the Volley family was one of the targets of Voldemort's theory. Coupled with the Ministry of Magic's usual carelessness, it's not surprising that one person was missing from the list of victims."

"Alas..." Dumbledore sighed, "Voldemort has indeed harmed hundreds of people over the past few decades for his own ambitions. The Wally family is just a small microcosm."

"With the constraints of that oath, I'm afraid you've been completely drawn into this war. Ivy." Dumbledore no longer referred to Ivy as "Professor Victor", but instead used a more intimate name. Judging from the results, Ivy should have passed the Persuasion and Bluff test just now.

"Ah——" The short scream came to an abrupt end and immediately turned into an uncomfortable vomiting sound, "Ugh——"

Very good, it seems that these little wizards have been attacked by the biological weapons of the giant monster. Ivy remembered that he used his eyes as a spellcasting organ and gave the unfortunate giant a "Avada bites the big melon". The corpse has been left for so long, it should have rotted a long time ago, right?
It seems that Dumbledore went to check the Philosopher's Stone through the secret passage in the headmaster's office, otherwise he would not have failed to find the troll's body.

Without Dumbledore making any movement, a transparent bubble covered his head.

The two walked through a messy chessboard (mainly white marble fragments scattered everywhere) and entered the room that Quirrell had arranged.

All five little wizards were lying by the door, probably vomiting up last night's meal.

Nausea is a very common abnormal state in DnD. Ivy knows that many spells or spell-like abilities can achieve this effect. Creatures in the state of nausea will be unable to parry or attack for a considerable period of time, which is enough for mages to take their lives.

The only problem is that such spells usually don't work against constructs or undead creatures.

Ivy and Dumbledore stepped over the suspicious pool of liquid on the ground and walked into the room.

Seeing that several little wizards were about to run away, Ivy maliciously closed the door to the outside.

"...Ugh...that old madman Dumbledore!...How could he allow such a sinister thing to be placed in the school!" Malfoy had almost vomited out everything in his stomach and was now standing next to the Hogwarts headmaster, cursing Dumbledore.

"Look..." Harry tried to turn the doorknob, but it was useless. "The door is locked... This means that the stench is the test of this level..."

"I'm afraid not... Harry!" Hermione's voice trembled, and she pointed to the rotten meat mountain in the middle of the venue, "... That's a giant monster! This must be Quirrell's level!"

"Thank God!" Ron stuck to the wall and tried his best to stay away from the vomit of several people. "I've never heard you say that stuff stinks so much! Fortunately, you already have experience in dealing with it, Hermione, let them see how powerful the Gryffindor Cannon Queen is!"

"It seems to be dead..." Hermione tiptoed carefully to check it out, and then quickly looked away. Under the effect of microorganisms, the giant monster that was originally like a mountain of meat became even bigger. "It has been lying motionless since we entered this room."

"That's great," Cassandra continued. "Get out of here! Every nerve in my body is screaming: Get out of here!"

After saying that, Cassandra took the lead and moved forward. She stuck to the wall on the other side and tried to keep her body away from the giant monster lying in the middle of the room.

The other four young wizards agreed with this. Now no one mentioned the competition between the two academies and everyone wanted to leave this hell as soon as possible.

But things went against her wishes. The giant monster lying on the floor suddenly moved. Its body twitched unnaturally and turned over strangely, from falling on its back to crawling on the ground. "Ah--" This sudden change scared Hermione, not to mention that a severely rotten arm fell beside her.

The other young wizards who were attacked by the soprano did not bother to cover their mouths and noses with their robes, but instead covered their ears. Ron was even more surprising. He directly wrapped his head with his robe, looking like another smaller version of Quirrell.

The troll's body was still twisting, and its hands and feet seemed to have their own thoughts. It twisted on the ground in an extremely uncoordinated manner for a while, and then stood up in a posture that challenged its physiological limits.

"Didn't you say it was dead?" Ron complained to Hermione in a low voice, fearing that any louder noise would attract the troll's attack. "Then why is it still moving?"

"I don't know!" Although Hermione's scream was interrupted by the stench, her bad temper did not remain. After glaring at Ron angrily, she quickened her pace and continued to move towards the door.

"Crackling——"

Another red energy beam, Cassandra once again threw out her magic explosion.

The red lightning hit the giant's big belly, just like puncturing a balloon full of water, and countless things that are difficult to describe in words flowed out to the ground.

So the little wizards who had just regained their ability to move began to vomit again. Even Ivy and Dumbledore, who had used the Bubblehead Charm to isolate the stench, felt nauseous.

Ivy didn't know how Dumbledore endured it, but he relied on the power of spells. A simple 2nd-level spell, Mechanized Mind, was enough to keep him away from psychological discomfort.

The giant monster, having lost his big belly, could no longer maintain his balance and once again fell into the sticky, smelly liquid flowing out of his stomach.

However, the little wizards discovered that even after suffering such a fatal injury, the troll still had no intention of stopping. Its limbs were flapping and its mouth was opening and closing, but only a slight sound of teeth colliding was made. This might be because its vocal cords were also decayed.

"This is so evil!" Harry found it difficult to describe the scene before him. A 15-foot-tall, foul-smelling monster covered in rotten flesh and with its belly open was struggling to stand up. Maybe it would use these little wizards in front of it to fill the hole in front of its stomach.

Ivy, who was watching the battle, frowned. It was another unknown spell effect. Ivy knew very well that he had only killed the giant monster with "Avada Eats the Big Melon" and had no intention of turning it into an undead creature. But for some reason, the giant monster's body, which had long been dead and even severely rotten, moved again.

Apart from the reason of magic, Ivy really couldn't imagine any other reason.

Now Ivy's highest spellcasting class level has reached level 11 (level 10 Scribe Wizard, level 1 Ancient Fighter), and the highest level spell he can cast is level 6. This means that in the Destruction Grimoire, he cannot know the secrets of higher-level spells, but he can simply read some brief information about high-level spells.

He also vaguely remembered a seventh-level spell that had a similar effect to the Killing Curse and could directly cause instant death to a living being. It was the famous necromancy spell Finger of Death, which, after killing a living being, would transform the target into a zombie that would always obey the caster's orders.

Perhaps the killing curse cast by Ivy using her expertise in gaze spells created a similar spell effect, transforming the giant monster's corpse lying on the ground into a disgusting undead creature.

But the problem was that, as a spellcaster, Ivy did not feel the connection between himself and the summoned creature, which meant that the giant undead in front of him was just acting on instinct. When there were no intruders, it would just lie quietly on the ground, letting its body rot. When the breath of the living startled it, it would get up and attack.

"Hermione!" Ron hunched over and shouted with difficulty, "Help! Use your spell to put an end to it!"

"Nonsense!" Malfoy's face was not only pale, but his lips were also pale. "It is said that Granger's magic caused a giant monster to cover the walls, but now we are still in this room! If I were... covered by it, I would rather die!"

Although the legend about Hermione has gradually subsided in the castle, Malfoy, as a Slytherin, has never forgotten it, which is why he never uses insulting words like "mudblood" to refer to Hermione. He doesn't want to become wall paint like a troll. Although this possibility is very low, it is not worth taking such a big risk for a moment of haste, right?
"I think Malfoy is right..." This is the second time Harry agreed with Malfoy today. The last time was in his heart. It seems that a common enemy can really quickly bring two people closer together. "We must hurry through that door!"

And the instigator of all this, the culprit who used magic power to explode the giant's belly and released filth and corruption - Miss Cassandra, was about to reach the door.

After realizing that her magic would only make the situation worse, Cassandra ran to the door with a livid face. She tried to hold her breath to maintain her appearance, but it was a futile attempt. Even if she didn't take the initiative to inhale, the foul smell in the environment would still keep drilling into her nasal cavity. Not to mention that humans are creatures with synesthesia, and even if they only see with their eyes, they can imagine the indescribable stench.

It is the evil flower that blooms from excrement and rotten meat under the action of microorganisms. The sour smell is ten times stinkier than spoiled milk. The smell of rotten eggs and rotten herring is not even worth mentioning compared to it.

So Cassandra just wanted to escape from this stinking hell as soon as possible.

"Help!" Malfoy uttered a short cry, "Anyone! Come and save me!"

Cassandra turned around and saw a highly corrupted thigh lying across Malfoy's face. The troll, who had tried and failed to stand up several times, was rolling over and moving, and somehow had his legs across Malfoy's face.

"Ga--" The brave little dragon jumped up from Malfoy's shoulder and bravely sprayed a stream of fire towards the troll's thigh.

The magic that Ivy attached to the little dragon was the 2nd-level spell Dragon's Breath, which allowed it to emit a magical breath three times a day. It could be any of lightning, fire, frost, poison, and strong acid. However, once selected, it could only emit the same type of breath in a day.

Malfoy had never tried other types, so the dragon could only breathe fire. The magical flames ignited the giant's thighs and the hair on them, but this also pushed Malfoy into a more dangerous situation. A wall of fire was formed in front of him. If he crossed it rashly, he would definitely be burned, but if he didn't do that, he might turn into a pool of meat sauce.

(End of this chapter)