From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 216 Sirius's Request

"It's just a chat, Minerva." Even though she was rejected, Rita Skeeter was not discouraged at all. "Is it possible that a hero who has been in Azkaban with Dementors for twelve years would be afraid of my questions and the camera in the hands of the cameraman?"

When she said the word "Azkaban", the students around her couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, and even Professor McGonagall frowned.

"No matter what you say, don't even think about setting foot in Hogwarts. I won't let you disturb my students, nor will I let you disturb the patients recuperating in Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall was very determined and seemed ready to exercise her authority as deputy headmaster.

"Okay, okay, don't be so angry, Minerva." Rita Skeeter's tone slowed down. "I can leave now... but as the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, won't you give me a ride?"

Professor McGonagall stared at her in silence for a long while before she said, "Please." Then she led the way out of the hall.

Rita Skeeter had just followed Professor McGonagall down a flight of stairs when she asked with a fake smile, "How about we talk about the bloody incident that happened at Hogwarts? It's said that a student attacked the castle warden, and it's even related to the legendary Chamber of Secrets?"

Professor McGonagall had already made up her mind to ignore any questions from Rita Skeeter, and walked out without saying a word, pursing her lips.

At this moment, Ivy had just pushed open the door of the auditorium and ran into Professor McGonagall and Rita Skeeter who were walking towards the front hall.

"Hey! I remember you!" Rita Skeeter walked up quickly, and a green feather pen and a roll of parchment floated out of her exaggerated handbag. "You are Ivy Doom! The student who testified in the Sirius case! I heard that you are a wizard from a hundred years ago? Can you tell me your legendary story?"

Rita asked several questions in a row, completely ignoring Professor McGonagall's increasingly dark face. What's more, she had already started writing furiously on the parchment with her green feather pen.

"What exactly brought you from Hogwarts in the 19th century to the modern era? From the past to the future?" Rita's eyes flashed with a passionate light. Discovering other people's stories and changing them was her greatest hobby. "A tragic love? A thrilling adventure? An unexpected magical accident? Or..." Rita looked at the Slytherin snake on Ivy's relic robe that kept changing colors, "An ambition unknown to others?"

The automatic writing quill moved very quickly, and in just two sentences it had already written a long paragraph.

A curious girl leaned over and whispered, "A mysterious Hogwarts student, Ivy Doom, comes from the distant past. He has no relatives in this world that does not belong to him, but he can always smile at everyone with his handsome face. Everyone who is immersed in his smile does not realize that his eyes are three parts cold, three parts ridiculing and four parts indifferent..."

The girl stared at Ivy's face for a long time, as if she wanted to carefully distinguish what "indifference, ridicule and carelessness" meant. It was not until Ivy met her eyes that she turned away with a red face.

"I've already told you, Ms. Skeeter, your visit is not welcome at Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall said sternly. She looked at Ivy again, and her expression softened a little. "Ignore her, Mr. Doom. I'm just about to invite her to the school gate."

Ivy nodded to Professor McGonagall, gave Rita a perfect smile, as if she hadn't heard the words that had been woven into her, and said, "I'm sorry I can't accompany you, Ms. Skeeter."

After entering the auditorium, Ivy saw a notice on the bulletin board about the postponement of the Apparition course, but fortunately, it was only postponed for one week and would proceed as scheduled next week.

After thinking for a while, Ivy decided to go to a crowded place and wait and see.

Through her understanding of the original work, Ivy knew that Rita Skeeter was an avid secret lover who loved to transform into a beetle to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, and then provide them to newspapers after making a major adaptation.

He didn't believe that the woman would obediently let Professor McGonagall send her out the door.

As long as Avicen sat in a conspicuous place and waited, he might soon see the giant beetle that fed on secrets.

So Ivy chose to go to the library to read, or rather, to add new books to his memory library.

But he really overestimated Rita's flying speed. Even after he used up all his first-level spell slots for the day, he still didn't see the suspicious big beetle.

Ivy closed the black magic book in front of him. It was about flesh and blood magic, and it could teach you how to make a person grow two heads, four arms or many legs, or even make a person breathe with fish gills or fly with bird wings. Ivy suspected that many unnatural magical animals were created in this way.

However, the author of this book obviously did not intend to dismantle the parts of magical beasts and merge them together, but only focused on transforming humans. Maybe this is why the book keeps bleeding.

Although it was a pity for Ivy that the book did not mention the magic of transforming magical animals, but if you think about it, transforming humans is actually something that has great potential.

For example, equipping humans with two symmetrical hearts, three enhanced lungs, two stomachs that can corrode steel, a skeleton made of alloy, and exoskeleton armor implanted under the skin...

Maybe Ivy can play Space Marine.

This kind of flesh and blood magic has unlimited potential, but it is a bit anti-human. If Ivy travels to a world with weak moral concepts in the future, maybe he can give it a try, but forget it now.

Even after Ivy finished reading the entire book on flesh and blood magic, she still hadn't seen Rita transform into a beetle. The teaching time agreed with Cassandra was approaching, and Ivy still needed to teach his contract magician.

Since getting the Scholar's Touch tattoo, the little witch's learning efficiency has become much faster, at least in terms of adding points to Slytherin, she can surpass Hermione, so more and more Slytherin little witches are around her. It is human nature to admire the strong, even Slytherin who always flaunts his bloodline and origin is no exception.

Ivy recently prepared to give Cassandra a third spell tattoo, and the spell he chose was the 1st-level protective spell Mage Armor.

Because Cassandra has the all-powerful offensive spell Mana Explosion, Ivy doesn't plan to waste her skin on some fancy spells. Improving survivability is the right way. After all, only those who are alive are qualified to output.

Although wizards also have useful spells such as "Armor Fortress", after all, wizard armor is different. It does not have a maximum damage limit like "Armor Fortress", which means that it cannot be broken by particularly powerful spells.

Even when facing direct fire from modern weapons, the Mage Armor can still play its due role. After all, the way it provides defense is not to block, but to deflect, that is, to make the attack that could have hit fail due to interference. In general, it is still very practical.

It's just that the little witch seemed to be afraid of Ivy's tattoo needle. Ever since he told Cassandra about it, she hasn't appeared in front of Ivy for several days.

Now that it was the agreed teaching time, Cassandra had nowhere to hide even if she wanted to.

————After bidding farewell to the tearful little witch, Ivy felt that time had already passed in the blink of an eye and it was already the weekend. In the Daily Prophet of that day, he saw the news that Lucius would be the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation as he wished.

Malfoy was as confused as everyone else at the table when he read the news.

"My dad never told the family about this!" Malfoy beamed. "He must have planned to shock everyone!"

Many students from the Slytherin table came to congratulate him, making him look even more proud. The little dragon that Ivy gave him was also hovering near his head, spewing out a small ball of flame from time to time, looking very impressive.

On the other side, the atmosphere at the Gryffindor table was not so wonderful, especially the iron triangle of Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Because last night, Harry received Snape's first lesson on brain occupation. Of course, the excuse to the outside world was detention.

"How...are you, Harry?" Ron looked at his good friend hesitantly.

Ron didn't think being alone in the Potions classroom with Snape for detention was an enviable experience anyway, especially since Snape had been at odds with Harry since they first arrived at the school.

But now Harry looked calm and was spreading jam on his bread meticulously. Normally he would have started complaining a long time ago.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled. "I'm...hungry?"

As early as the Christmas holidays, Harry had discovered another side of Snape. After arriving at the Potions classroom yesterday, although he was indeed scolded by Snape, at least he knew that the activity called "confinement" was actually a private lesson. And the lesson was a very advanced magic skill - brain occlusion.

Although Harry knew that his two friends were worried about him, he couldn't tell them the truth about Occlumency and Snape. Harry felt that Dumbledore must have something to do with this matter, and maybe his other friend, the mysterious Ivy, was also involved.

So Harry had to play dumb at the dinner table to deal with Ron's questions.

However, Ron beside him obviously misunderstood and actually reached out and touched Harry's forehead: "It's not hot..."

"Ron!" Hermione stopped him. "Harry's going to be fine, isn't he? But if you have anything to say, it's going to be kept strictly confidential."

Ron also nodded. He had noticed Harry's "abnormal" behavior today, so he even ate one less of his favorite bacon omelette.

Just as Harry was about to say that he was fine, Malfoy's voice came from the other side across several long tables.

"Malfoy's father is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic?" Harry looked around and asked, "I remember Ron said that he was not a Death Eater?"

"Because the Malfoy family is rich." Ron was not surprised. "His father gave the minister a large sum of money to get away with it before. Now it's just happening again."

"This matter is also related to your godfather, Harry." Hermione spread out the newspaper in front of her and pointed at the article on it. "The original director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation was named Barty Crouch. Malfoy's father is filling his shoes this time."

"International Department of Magical What?" Ron interrupted. "How does this relate to Harry's godfather?"

"Shut up! I was just about to say something!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "This Barty Crouch was the former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Twelve years ago, he was in charge of Sirius's case."

"He was the one who put Sirius in jail for no reason?" Harry was a little angry, and he couldn't help but feel a little more disgusted with Barty Crouch's old face in the newspaper. "Ah! I see, because Sirius is innocent, he did something wrong, so he was dismissed. But the new director they replaced him with is not a good person either, right?"

"He wasn't dismissed." Hermione explained carefully, "He resigned on his own initiative. Just like Ron said, there must be some conspiracy to make old Malfoy the director."

"No matter what the conspiracy is, I just know that Malfoy will definitely cause trouble again." Ron sighed and stuffed a large piece of fried egg into his mouth. "I originally thought he was not a bad guy... But now, I kind of regret saving his life."

"If you really regret it, you should return the robe he is wearing to him." Hermione pointed out Ron's real dilemma.

The latter pretended not to hear and gulped down a large glass of milk, but his red ears betrayed him.

Seeing this scene, Harry couldn't help but smile: "I think Malfoy is quite interesting. You don't know, when I went to see Sirius before, I played a trick on him."

"Are you going to meet your godfather again soon?" Ron asked. "I heard from Hagrid that he has a really cool motorcycle! It can fly! Just like the flying car my dad had last summer! They must have something in common!"

"Actually, I want to take you with me." Harry scratched his head sheepishly, "He asked me yesterday and said he wanted to meet my friends. Are you willing?"

"Of course! Why not?" Ron had been extremely curious about Sirius, but because of Harry's identity, he didn't ask too many questions.

"If it doesn't affect the classes later..." Hermione hesitated.

"Don't worry! Madam Pomfrey won't give us such a long visiting time!" Harry found a clean empty plate and put the food on the long table into it. "Help me pass the bottle of jam, Hermione."

"Okay, then are you going to invite Ivy?" Hermione took the blueberry jam from the table and put it next to Harry, watching him spread it on the toast one by one.

Since Sirius was very thin, Harry felt it was his duty to fatten him up.

"Of course, I'll go find him in a minute." Harry was concentrating on putting bacon and fried eggs on his bread and jam. "He doesn't have to go to class anyway."

(End of this chapter)