From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 213 Another part of the plan
"Don't worry, Lucius." Ivy patted Lucius' shoulder affectionately. "I'm different from Voldemort who likes to send his men to their deaths. I will do my best to ensure your safety."

"First, I will cast a spell to seal this memory of yours, and construct a new memory to cover it. Even if Voldemort really uses Legilimency on you, it should be foolproof."

"Secondly, I will give you a magic ring or amulet that can resist Legilimency. It can greatly weaken the effect of Voldemort's Legilimency. In this way, the two insurance measures complement each other, and what Voldemort can see will be extremely limited."

"Finally, I will provide you with a means of escape in an emergency. If you think it is extremely dangerous to stay with Voldemort, then activate this escape method."

Ivy spread out the Destruction Grimoire, and Phoenix Sparks suddenly flew out of it. After circling lightly in the air, it landed on Ivy's shoulder and pecked his ear affectionately.

"Phoenix!" Lucius's eyes changed when he looked at Ivy.

He had been in the wizarding world for such a long time, and he had only heard that the headmaster of Hogwarts had a phoenix. Apart from that, he had never heard of anyone else being favored by such a proud magical creature.

You should know that in addition to the most well-known rebirth from the ashes and the tail feathers can be used as the core of the wand, the phoenix has many other magical abilities. Their tears can detoxify and heal wounds, and the effect is much stronger than the white mulberry essence. The phoenix's song can also cheer people up and free those who hear it from the influence of negative emotions.

In addition, the Phoenix's flying ability is also very commendable. Although this gorgeous and magical bird is not big, the weight it can bear is unimaginable. Moreover, even when carrying a weight, it does not affect the speed of the Phoenix. Being dragged by the Phoenix to escape is also a very unique experience.

"This is Sparks, my good friend." Ivy took out some magical animal snacks from his pocket and fed them to Sparks on his shoulder, then plucked off a bright feather.

Sparks tugged at Ivy's finger angrily, then flapped its wings and flew away.

Ivy handed the golden feather to Lucius, who took it in confusion.

"Sparks can be teleported instantly through flames. As long as you still carry this feather and as long as you remain loyal to me, the spark will appear when you are in danger and take you to a safe place." Ivy explained the special ability of the phoenix. If he hadn't raised a phoenix himself, who would have known that this beautiful magical creature had this ability?
"Of course, I suggest that you stay closer to the fireplace when using this tail feather. After all, the spark needs flames to activate its teleportation ability." Ivy joked, "If you are knocked down when the spark is taking you to find the flame, it will not be worth it."

Lucius held the golden tail feather in his hand, and his pale face became more red. For a man like Voldemort, his subordinates were just consumables. If they could complete the task, it was justified. On the contrary, if the Death Eaters could not complete the task, they had to be killed.

Looking back at what Ivy did, although he sent his men to carry out missions that could put their lives in danger at any time, Ivy not only explained all the possible risks before the plan began, but also specially designed a variety of measures to reduce the risks, and even thought of escape methods in advance after the mission failed.

Compared with Voldemort, although it cannot be said that there is a huge difference between Ivy and Voldemort, there is at least a clear difference in superiority.

After thinking about this, Lucius felt that the golden feather in his hand had more warmth when he looked at it again.

Ivy certainly noticed Lucius's mood changes, and laughed secretly in his heart. Five thousand years of culture is broad and profound. Even if Voldemort and Dumbledore were tied together, and the Dark Lord and the White Lord were sent into battle together, they might not be able to beat Ivy in the art of thick black.

The core idea of this strategy can be summarized in one sentence, which is "Always go against Cao, and things will be accomplished."

Voldemort only used the Death Eaters as tools, so Ivy had to show them a warm side. Voldemort regarded secrecy and terror as the cornerstone of his rule, so Ivy had to act open and honest.

In short, Ivy wants to let the Death Eaters still active in the wizarding world, represented by Lucius, see the similarities between Ivy and Voldemort, and then use practical actions to tell them that Ivy's headquarters of the Dark Lord is much more promising than a little brother like Voldemort who is not even a franchisee.

As long as we do what we should do, won't these Death Eaters who have never seen the world turn against us and surrender with courtesy?
"Goyle and Crabbe," Lucius said suddenly, "We can let them do it."

Ivy raised an eyebrow, waiting for Lucius' explanation.

"They are not Draco's two friends, but their father." Lucius put Sparkle's tail feather into his arms and put it close to his body, and continued, "When You-Know-Who fell, I helped them get rid of the accusation of being Death Eaters, so these two people have been following me closely in the wizarding world."

"But they don't have much brains. Apart from their brute strength, their only loyalty to You-Know-Who is commendable." Lucius began to use his identity to fill in the gaps in Ivy's plan. "If we give them the matter of causing the riot at the Quidditch World Cup, they will definitely be able to complete it well. As long as I tell them that this is to pass on information to You-Know-Who, Goyle and Crabbe will not be suspicious."

"What's even better is that the entire British wizarding community knows that the two of them follow my lead. This way, everyone can guess that I am the one behind it, and the possibility of the You-Know-Who coming to Malfoy Manor is even greater." At this point, Lucius looked embarrassed, "But..."

Ivy's heart skipped a beat, realizing that the familiar request phase was about to begin, so he immediately responded, "Just what?"

"It's just that I'm worried about Draco and Narcissa..." Lucius shook his head, as if he had already seen the miserable situation that Voldemort encountered after he moved into Malfoy Manor.

I will take care of your wife and children myself, so don't worry about it.

Ivy almost blurted it out.

"Ahem." After clearing his throat, Ivy changed the subject and said, "We still have a year and a half to prepare. I'm sure that when Fudge asks you to be the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, it will not only be a tough nut to crack about the Quidditch World Cup, but there may be large-scale international events taking place in the UK. You can then use the excuse of receiving guests and take Mrs. Malfoy with you. As for Draco, as long as he stays in Hogwarts, his safety will be guaranteed. The most you won't be able to be together at Christmas."

The worry on Lucius's face eased a little, but he still kept silent.

"I can assure you that if Voldemort really appears and fully resurrects, he will not see the sun the next day." Ivy continued to comfort her, "Or, I can give you two more spark tail feathers. Draco, needless to say, has always been loyal to me. It's just that Mrs. Malfoy..."

Ivy stopped talking, and Lucius was finally willing to speak: "What should Narcissa do? How should she gain your trust?"

"Of course I believe that you two are one, but she does need to prove her loyalty to me." Ivy observed the expression on Lucius's face and confirmed that he was really worried about his wife. Although Lucius himself was arrogant and had a blind aristocratic sense of superiority, at least he loved his wife and son very much.

Lucius held his left arm. The Dark Mark of Voldemort was very dim, proving that the once invincible Dark Lord in the wizarding world was still dormant.

"I'm not interested in leaving marks everywhere like a dog." As he said this, Ivy thought of the mark he left on Cassandra's shoulder. He told himself that it was a punishment and a gift, very different from the Dark Mark that Voldemort used to show off.

Lucius shook his head. He didn't know any other way to help his wife gain Ivy's trust.

"That's right, I thought of something that Mrs. Malfoy can help me do." Ivy noticed that Lucius's breathing was becoming rapid, and he was terrified about what his wife was about to face.

"I think that as long as she completes this task, she will be able to prove Mrs. Malfoy's loyalty to me." Ivy said comfortingly, "That matter is not a problem for her. She only needs to go to a place alone and chat with someone for a few words."

Lucius stared at Ivy, waiting for his judgment on his wife.

"I need Mrs. Malfoy to meet her sister, Bellatrix Lestrange." Ivy smiled slightly and said what she had planned for a long time.

This was to obtain the Hufflepuff Cup hidden in the Lestrange vault by Voldemort. As one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters, Bella, like Lucius, was given the important responsibility of keeping the Horcruxes. However, Lucius regarded the Horcrux diary as a prop that could open the Chamber of Secrets, while Bella regarded the cup as a symbol of Voldemort's trust.

In Ivy's original plan, he was going to use Transfiguration or something like that to disguise himself and go there, but since Lucius had brought it up himself, it wouldn't be a bad idea to ask his wife to help make the trip.

Anyway, even if Mrs. Malfoy failed, the location of the gold cup would not change. It was just the underground vault of Gringotts, a place where even a fool like Quirrell could break in, so there was no way Ivy could stop him. The only reason why the gold cup was still stored in the vault of the Lestrange family was because Ivy could not find a suitable time to take it.

"But... Bellatrix is now imprisoned in Azkaban!" Lucius said in shock, "She has been there for twelve years. She might have gone crazy a long time ago!"

"Azkaban isn't a dangerous place, is it? Especially for you who will soon be the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. The Aurors will protect Mrs. Malfoy." Ivy ignored the shock on Lucius's face and continued, "Besides, from what I know about Bella, this woman is already the craziest Death Eater. Maybe after twelve years of living with the Dementors, her madness will improve."

"Mrs. Malfoy and Bella are biological sisters. They are both daughters of Cygnus Black, which ensures that she has ample reasons to visit her sister..."

Lucius interrupted Ivy before she could finish her words.

"But what do you want from Bellatrix?" Lucius asked anxiously, "She is just a crazy and stupid woman..."

This was the first time Lucius interrupted Ivy, and it seemed that his love for his wife was genuine.

"You can figure it out, Lucius. Use your smart head to think about it." Ivy's smile remained unchanged, and he was not angry at all because of Lucius's rudeness. "I'll give you a hint, Lucius. You have a common feature."

Lucius, who had a little color on his face, immediately returned to his previous pale face. His lips trembled and he uttered the word with difficulty: "Horcrux?"

"Bingo!" Ivy snapped his fingers. "That's right."

"Does she... Bellatrix know that she is in custody of the You-Know-Who's Horcrux?" Lucius asked after a moment's hesitation.

"Do you think Voldemort would make such an evil magic item public?" Ivy asked with a smile, "Think about the names of your group, Lucius. Death Eaters!"

"Voldemort didn't give you this name out of ambition. It reflects his greatest fear." Ivy's eyes were full of mockery. "He is afraid of death. He is extremely afraid! How could he tell others the secret that can guarantee his immortality?"

"Don't you understand now, Lucius?" Ivy continued, "Voldemort never trusted any Death Eater, any one of them."

"I... I understand..." Lucius' mouth was full of bitterness. His stomach felt a cramp at the thought of his wife going to a place like Azkaban.

But Ivy's words reminded Lucius that one of Voldemort's Horcruxes had been indirectly destroyed by his own hands. The Malfoy family had no way out, and following Voldemort would only lead to a dead end.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that letting Narcissa go to Azkaban to visit her sister is not so unacceptable.

At least Ivy offers them the option of staying alive…

Lucius took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "How can Narcissa determine the location of the Horcrux? Or... do I need to bring her to see you?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Lucius." Ivy waved her hand. "I am not asking Mrs. Malfoy to take one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. She only needs to ask Bella to hand over the key to the vault. I will handle the rest myself." Hearing this, Lucius let out a long sigh: "Ah... Thank you for your kindness... I believe Narcissa can complete this task to prove her loyalty to you."

"Very good, very good. Lucius. Let's wait and see." Ivy clapped his hands and lifted the soundproofing spell that had been cast around the two of them.

"Lucius, are you going to Hogwarts to see Draco?" Ivy put on a gentle smile, "Or, can I bring you some candy?"

Lucius hesitated for a moment and said, "No... I won't go to see Draco. The Christmas holiday has just passed and he must not want to see me... It would be great if you could help bring him some candy..."

After getting Ivy's nod of agreement, Lucius bowed slightly and quickly left the river. There were still many things waiting for him, the candidate for the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, such as a celebration banquet with Fudge, various greetings, and exchange of interests.

I'm afraid someone won't be able to sleep tonight again.

With a happy mood, Ivy hummed a little tune and went to Bee Duke.

Here, he met two people who definitely shouldn't be there.

Sirius and Lupin.

The scene was extremely awkward as Ivy looked at them in surprise as they emerged from the basement of Duke Bee.

"Uh... Mr. Doom?" Lupin greeted with a twitch of his lips, while the big black dog beside him tugged at his already precarious pants.

"I won't ask how you got through Madam Pomfrey's tight security." Ivy shook his head and looked at Sirius who was shaking his tail at him vigorously until he realized something was wrong and let his tail hang down to the ground again.

"I can tell the difference between a mouse and Peter Pettigrew, and of course I can tell the difference between you and an ordinary black dog, Mr. Black." Ivy whispered to the black dog that Sirius had turned into while the others in the crowded store were not paying attention.

"We just wanted to bring Harry a little gift..." Lupin pretended to scan the piles of cockroaches, jelly slugs and fudge flies on the counter. Insect-shaped candies have never been very popular with Hogwarts teachers and students. The only reason they can still appear in Honeydukes is that Dumbledore, the old bee, will buy some from time to time.

"You don't have to tell me so much. You're the professor, Professor Lupin?" Ivy casually grabbed a paper bag from the counter and began to pour all kinds of candy into it. There was no such thing as too much chocolate in all shapes and sizes, and of course some candied apricots and pineapples, as well as out-of-season coconut ice creams of all colors...

Ivy never eats Bibi's every-flavor beans. What if he tastes something like cow dung? Wouldn't that be terrible?

As a man who was familiar with the original novel, he knew very well that Dumbledore had been defeated by Beebe's Many-Flavoured Beans several times. Maybe these colorful little beans specifically targeted powerful wizards!
When Sirius heard Ivy call Lupin Professor, he seemed to have found his backbone. He immediately wagged his tail and circled around Lupin, sniffing at the packaging of various candies with his wet nose without any hesitation.

Lupin no longer cared about running into Ivy and began picking out the candies from the shelves that were stained by Sirius' saliva.

"Hey! It's still a long way from payday! Just tone it down!" Lupin said to the big black dog beside his legs, half happily and half angrily.

But Sirius ignored him and continued to wag his tail as he moved among the crowd.

"Three Galleons and five Sickles?" Lupin asked incredulously. "I didn't know it was so expensive!"

The big black dog blinked innocently and stuck out a red tongue. In this cold spring, a stream of white breath came out of the dog's mouth.

Lupin was already used to the shopkeeper's "are you buying or not" look, so he reached for the candy in the bag and prepared to take some out.

But Sirius' bark stopped him.

The big black dog kept shaking its head to one side and winking at Lupin, because the person waiting in line behind them to pay the bill was Ivy, who had an even more terrifying amount of candy.

"No, no." Lupin stopped Sirius sternly, "I am the professor, remember?"

"Ah..." Ivy sighed, took a step forward with his candy bag, put it on the counter, and said to the boss, "Let's pay together. Just consider it a gift to Mr. Black."

After Ivy lightly threw out ten gold Galleons, she and Lupin walked out of Honeydukes holding the candies.

As for Sirius, no one knew where he had disappeared to.

Lupin repeated his words of thanks as he and Ivy walked through a dark alley, and then a skinny arm reached out and rested on his neck.

"I knew that Harry's friends are all good guys!" Sirius grinned widely. Since leaving Azkaban, he seemed to be able to absorb nutrients from the air, at least his spirit could.

"If you don't mind, Mr. Black..." Ivy was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Call me Sirius!" Sirius' tone was full of enthusiasm that could not be rejected, "I don't like this last name."

If calling someone by name was enough to get Ivy to say goodbye, then of course he would say, "Okay, Sirius..."

"Let's go have a drink, Ivy?" Sirius took a chocolate frog out of Lupin's candy bag and stuffed it into his mouth without even opening the bag. "Can I call you Ivy?"

"If you're happy..." Ivy wanted to sigh again.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Mr. Doom." Lupin stuffed the whole bag of candy into Sirius' arms. "If Madam Pomfrey finds out that he is not in the bed, she will definitely lock Sirius up with chains later."

"Call him Ivy, he's agreed." Sirius spit out a picture of Alberic Glenion from his mouth, and the wizard was looking at Sirius' saliva on the picture with disgust. Ivy noticed that the introduction said that this man was the inventor of the dung bomb, and it was hard to tell who was more disgusting between him and Sirius.

"I really don't mind you calling me Ivy..."

"Ha! Your last name is Doom! I've never seen that name before. Your father must be a Muggle-born, right?"

This was the fifth time Ivy had been interrupted today, and now he felt that Sirius was more likable when he was a dog.

"Actually, I gave myself my first name, and the same goes for my last name," Ivy said. "I am an orphan without a father or a mother."

More than a hundred years ago, Ivy had tried to inquire about his own life experience, but just like the stone monkey born on the Flower and Fruit Mountain, Ivy himself seemed to have jumped out of a stone, and no information about his life experience could be found at all.

Sirius was completely stunned, with an apologetic look on his face: "No wonder you were with Harry... I'm sorry, Ivy."

At least Sirius knew when to apologize, and Ivy felt her anger at being interrupted so many times subside.

"Okay, Sirius!" Lupin took his friend's arm and said goodbye to Ivy, "We have to leave, Mr. Doom..."

Under Sirius's gaze, Lupin finally changed his words: "... Ivy, we have to go back before Madam Pomfrey finds out he's gone. We can't stay here with you any longer."

"It's really urgent, maybe you need a little help?" Ivy raised his eyebrows.

"Can you make a portkey, Ivy?" Sirius smiled again. "The professors are full of praise for you!"

"I do," Ivy nodded and snapped his fingers again, "but I have a better choice."

A ball of fire exploded on Ivy's shoulder, and the Phoenix Spark returned.

"Oh my God! Phoenix!" Sirius' eyes widened. "This is the second phoenix I have seen! I have long wanted to try what it feels like to be carried on a journey by a phoenix, but Dumbledore has never given me this opportunity..."

Before Sirius could finish his words, Sparks grabbed them by the collar on either side.

Ivy stretched out his wand and a ball of fire appeared out of thin air. The sparks instantly jumped in with the two people who didn't have time to say goodbye.

After nodding with satisfaction, Ivy's anger completely disappeared.

Not only because he also interrupted Sirius's speech, but also because he asked the sparks to send Lupin and Sirius to the fireplace in Hogwarts Castle.

The only fireplace inside Hogwarts Castle that Sparks was familiar with was the one in the headmaster's office.

"I hope I don't disturb Dumbledore." Ivy smiled maliciously.

　12 minutes before 20 o'clock, I successfully completed the daily challenge! I also wrote a little extra, I can still do it!
　　sleep...

　　First, set a small goal for yourself, three consecutive days of 10,000...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)