From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 178 Another Chaos

As the days passed, Hagrid's pumpkin grew bigger and bigger, and Halloween was coming soon.

Ever since he went to Dumbledore's office that day to watch Morfin Gaunt's memory, Ivy had not received any invitations from Dumbledore again, and he didn't know whether he had obtained any information about Voldemort's Horcruxes from the Death Eaters in Azkaban.

Fortunately, the next "ominous" victim did not appear in the castle.

After receiving a large bottle of blood tonic from Madam Pomfrey, old Filch returned to his job. It was unknown what he talked about with Dumbledore, but he never mentioned being attacked by Harry again.

Everything in the castle was normal, as if no bloodshed had ever occurred.

Sometimes Ivy would lament that the wizards' healing methods were too efficient, which led to their lack of respect for non-fatal injuries.

Neville, who had experienced a number of teaching accidents, including broken bones, dislocations, and burns from potions in his first year, is still causing trouble in the castle.

Hermione, who blew up the entire corridor, did not receive any punishment.

Not to mention Ivy, who had killed a professor in the Forbidden Forest before. He even took the place of the unfortunate Quirrell and taught classes for several months!
Hogwarts faculty and staff may have their own understanding of the term "safe teaching". As long as no one is killed, it is not a big deal. It is just a little bleeding, broken arms and legs, and these professors don't need to worry about it.

Even if a dark magic accident really happened in the school, making ordinary potions and healing magic ineffective, the school has two dark magic masters, Snape and Dumbledore, who can provide spell removal services, and the master of herbology can also provide high-quality herbs for Snape to use. In the original book, several students who were petrified by the basilisk by chance were cured in this way.

If a normal person is not blessed by the goddess of luck, he will die the first time he encounters a basilisk instead of being petrified.

Moreover, even though the school hospital was almost filled with petrified students, the school had no plans to suspend classes. The most it could do was to hold a pajama party in the auditorium.

Perhaps Ivy could later suggest that schools start some “safety education courses”?
Never mind, these things have nothing to do with me anyway.

Ivy shook his head, threw aside the unrealistic thoughts, stood up and left the library.

Today is a rare sunny day in the Scottish Highlands in October. He plans to go to the grass to bask in the sun and replenish vitamin D and fresh air.

He met Madam Hooch in the corridor, the only physical education teacher at Hogwarts and the referee of the Quidditch Cup.

She was rushing to the school hospital with a skinny child. It seemed that Neville was not the only one who was injured in the flying class.

Since Hogwarts' classes are not held at the same time for all grades, you can always see students from other grades in the castle, so Ivy, a homeless person who doesn't have to attend classes, doesn't stand out so much.

When Madam Hooch passed by him with the student, she didn't even raise her head. She was only concerned with comforting the first-year student who was crying.

Winter is coming soon and the weather is getting colder. People living in the British Isles should cherish every ray of sunshine.

Ivy stood at the gate of the castle and stretched his limbs comfortably.

He planned to find a secluded and open place to take a good nap in the sun. Learning magic also requires a combination of work and rest.

A large group of little wizards gathered on the lawn next to the castle, each of them holding a broom, but none of them were in the air. It seemed that Madam Hooch had used the old tricks again, threatening these little guys with expulsion.

After teaching students at Hogwarts for so many years, each professor's teaching method has been fixed, and even the routine of scaring students has not changed much. After all, apart from Defense Against the Dark Arts, the only other flowing things in the castle are water and batches of students.

Ivy paced lazily, looking up for a desired lunch break spot, passing by the group of first-year students who were waiting for Madam Hooch to return.

The little wizards gathered together, shouting and yelling, and didn't look very friendly.

Ivy looked at the lining of their robes, which were green and red.

Hogwarts arranged Slytherin and Gryffindor to attend classes together, so it was normal for them to fight.

Ivy put his wand to his throat and shouted to stop the little wizards from fighting: "Enough! Stop it!"

The loud noise startled a group of birds in the distance, but the young wizards from the two academies still had no intention of stopping. The young wizards, who had not learned much magic, simply used their fists, feet and teeth to fight each other in chaos.

Ivy moved a little closer and felt that something was fishy.

Normally speaking, when students are fighting in a group, there will always be a group of people standing nearby who only make noise but do not put in any effort. The ones who fight the most fiercely are often the ones surrounded in the middle.

Perhaps this year's first-year students were too martial, and even girls with braids were screaming and joining in the fight.

As he got closer, Ivy realized that it was not a battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but a huge melee.

Two Slytherin girls rolled around in each other's arms, screaming and pulling each other's hair. Several short boys worked together to pin down a Gryffindor student, and then immediately abandoned their partnership and became enemies, huddling together with their hands and feet.

"Merlin's beard!" Madam Hooch came back from the hospital wing, clutching her chest and looking at the chaotic scene in shock. "What on earth is going on?"

"I'm not sure either." Ivy squinted her eyes and replied, "But it's better to make them all stop."

Ivy spread out the Grimoire of Destruction, and the blue arcane light enveloped his entire body. Then, a halo composed of obscure runes enveloped all the young wizards present.

After a tiny cracking sound, the light circle exploded into a mist of light and then disappeared. The little wizards who were previously covered by the light circle also fainted on the ground and lost their rituals. The spell that Ivy cast was the Sleep Spell, which is known as the strongest 1st level spell in the group game.

As an enchantment spell, it works on all targets within a 20-foot radius. As long as their total health does not exceed the dice value of 5d8, all targets in the range will be hypnotized in order of health value from low to high.

In the rules of DND, an ordinary civilian is considered to have 1d8 hit points, which is 4 points on average. However, this is the data for adults, and the data for minors should be slightly lower.

Considering that these first-year wizards were also considered as professional candidates, Ivy assumed that they all had 4 health points. There were less than 20 students in the two academies, and their total health points would not exceed 80 points.

虽然5d8的生命值上限是40点，但好在睡眠术可以进行升环施法，每个环数能够增加2d8的可影响生命值。艾维直接花费了一个6环法术位，总计能够影响15d8的生命值，就算来一头少年龙也要当场趴下。

It is precisely because a 6th-level spell slot is consumed to cast the spell at a higher level that this 1st-level spell makes such a big noise.

Even though it was just a random fight between first-year wizards, if you were really unlucky and injured your eyes or the back of your head, no matter how effective the healing magic and potions were, there would be no way to recover.

After all, there is no reproductive isolation between wizards and Muggles. Wizards have all the same weaknesses as ordinary humans. The back of the head and the eyes are parts that need special protection.

Ivy squatted in front of the sleeping little wizards and carefully checked their injuries.

The fists of the young wizards were not very lethal, and their spells were even less powerful than their fists. Therefore, most of the injuries were not serious, just a few scratches and bruises.

But there were also a few girls who had lost large patches of hair, and one could even see their bloody scalps.

Ivy wasn't sure what kind of injury this was classified as according to wizards, but in the Muggle world, it was considered a disfigurement.

A few unlucky guys who were trapped under the crowd might have broken one or two bones. Ivy is not a professional doctor and cannot make a more precise judgment, but since the bulges of bones can be seen through the skin, I think they must be broken, right?

"Rolanda! What is going on?" Ivy looked back and saw Professor McGonagall running out of the castle in shock and anger.

Madam Hooch could not hide her panic when she saw the vice-principal. "I... I don't know! I just sent Mr. Creevy to the school hospital, and when I came back I saw them fighting... If it weren't for this senior student, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

"Mr. Doom? No wonder I heard your voice in the classroom..." Professor McGonagall also saw Ivy squatting in front of the students and asked, "Do you know what's going on? Is it dark magic?"

"Not likely." Ivy stood up and used a levitation spell to lift all the first-year wizards into the air. "Today is a rare good day. I wanted to read a book on the lawn, but as soon as I went out, I ran into them huddled together. At first I thought it was an ordinary student conflict, but soon found out that it was not the case. It was more like they were in some kind of collective hysteria and violence."

"So I used magic to make them all fall asleep, and they would wake up again in an hour at most." The sleeping spell only lasts for one minute, but the ring-raising spell effect and the durability of the super magic spell extend the effect to one hour.

"Thanks to you." Professor McGonagall looked relieved and waved her wand to catch the first-year student flying in the air. "Leave it to me from now on. Could you please notify Dumbledore? I remember he told you the password?"

"With pleasure," Ivy replied.

"Rolanda, you look terrified. Go have a cup of hot tea and rest for a while." Professor McGonagall said to Madam Hooch who was standing there in a daze.

"That's very thoughtful of you, Minerva." Madam Hooch wiped her eyes. "You have no idea how horrible it was. I've never seen anything like it. Even the most fanatical Quidditch fans don't fight as wildly as these..."

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Soon, the four deans and the headmaster of Hogwarts met in the hospital wing.

They examined the injuries of the first-year students together and discussed them for a long time.

"No traces of dark magic were found on them..." Professor Snape frowned and opened the eyes of a student to take a look.

"Indeed, the possibility of Dark Magic causing all this is very low." Professor Flitwick also agreed, he tiptoed towards the bed, "It is impossible for Dark Magic that affected so many people to leave no trace at all."

"This is the second accident this year. We must find out what happened as soon as possible." Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Hmm... Actually, I think their condition is more like poisoning, or the influence of some poisonous fungus spores." Professor Sprout also expressed his opinion, "But I didn't find any seeds other than grass seeds in them. Even the little blood they shed didn't show any traces of toxins..."

"Professors," Ivy interrupted the conversation of the four deans. Ever since he followed Dumbledore to the school hospital, Ivy had remained silent until just now. "Since dark magic and plant toxins have been ruled out, there is only one possibility left - magical animals, right?"

Dumbledore cast an inquiring look at Ivy: "What kind of magical animal do you think it is?"

"Evil birds." Ivy shrugged. "At least a hundred years ago when I was studying at Hogwarts, there were some evil birds living in the Forbidden Forest. Their voices can make people lose their minds and fall into hysteria and violence..." Ivy did not hide the fact that he was from more than a hundred years ago, and almost all the wizards in the castle knew a little about his story.

"Impossible." Snape interrupted Ivy. "The shrew is native to Africa. It is impossible for it to survive near the Scottish Highlands except for artificial breeding. It is too cold here for them."

"Minerva," Dumbledore whispered to his deputy headmistress, "Did Sylvanus or Hagrid put the name of the shrew in the list of magical creatures to be introduced?"

"I can guarantee that there are none." Professor McGonagall recalled the long list. "The first batch of magical animals on the list that passed my review only had two types of Pegasus, Iserlohn and Graling, and two types of beasts, Lunar Loon and Cuppy. Then I also crossed out Erumpents, Griffins, Thunderbirds, Bird Snakes, Chimeras, and Dragons, and even Nundul! I don't think it's appropriate to place more magical animals in the 'base' before new faculty members join Hogwarts."

Hearing the long list of 4X and 5X magical creatures, the professors present were all worried about Hogwarts. Fortunately, there is a dedicated vice-principal like Professor McGonagall, otherwise who knows how much trouble it would cause.

"Thank you for your diligence, Minerva." Dumbledore's expression was serious. It seemed that the fact that so many young wizards were injured together still attracted his attention. "Since it is not black magic nor poison, the evil bird mentioned by Ivy is indeed the last possible reason. After all, they can make people lose their minds with just sound. The deans need to inform their students that some not-so-safe creatures may have escaped from the Forbidden Forest, and tell everyone to be vigilant. I will tell Hagrid to watch out for the evil birds in the Forbidden Forest and around the castle."

(End of this chapter)