From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 346 The end of the semester
"Are you sure you want to do this, Ivy?" Dumbledore had been staring at the floor made entirely of pure white marble. It was so shiny that the old wizard could clearly count each of his beard hairs.

"Of course." Ivy walked into the room hurriedly.

The Triwizard Tournament has ended as scheduled, and the Order of Merlin, First Class, awarded by the Ministry of Magic has also been delivered.

The Daily Prophet said that the ceremony was packed with people from all over the world who wanted to ask questions or challenge Ivy. Once people suddenly gain great fame, the public who are not involved in the matter will always put questioning in the first place.

However, Ivy did not attend the awarding ceremony, but sent a puppet to attend on his behalf. It was a new achievement of his alchemy, a medium-sized construct creature, made of white ceramics, with gold and silver wires as the magic channel embedded inside the puppet. Although it had no autonomous intelligence, it could understand instructions and act according to the established procedures. Although it was not as good as the robots Ivy had seen before the time travel, it was at least much better than Boston Dynamics' mechanical dog.

"What a pity." Dumbledore said with regret, "I was thinking of letting you be a professor at Hogwarts. I heard that the deans of the four colleges have received many applications for participating in the alchemy course, even from students below the third grade."

"Alchemy?" Ivy took the First Class Medal of Merlin from the ceramic golem, took a quick look at it, and threw it back into the box. "I thought you were going to let me teach that damn Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Tom has been completely defeated, and the curse he cast on this course has lost its effect. And Severus intends to continue in his current position next year." Dumbledore glanced around the messy room again and looked at Ivy with expectant eyes. "Perhaps, I can get a pot of good black tea and a plate of desserts?"

Ivy let out a breath through his nose. "I don't think he'll think about moving from his position as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor until Harry graduates."

This clean white hall was ventilated on all sides, and was filled with all kinds of things covered with canvas. Although there was almost no place to stand, Ivy still waved his hand and conjured up a table in front of Dumbledore.

Then he snapped his fingers again, and the cook Bobby Bubble appeared in front of him with a huge bow on her head.

"Master Doom! Bubbles is at your service anytime!" Cook Bobby shook the bow on her head in a very exaggerated manner.

"Bring Dumbledore a pot of tea..."

"Black tea." Dumbledore reminded, "The 'Jin Jin Ming' we had last time was pretty good. At least the leaves were lovely."

Ivy took a deep breath helplessly: "That's Jin Junmei. Your pronunciation is too unstandard. I really doubt how you learned the mermaid language."

Mermaid language is a language that is extremely difficult for normal humans to master, because its normal pronunciation range is so high that it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. When underwater, this language sounds like the melody played by some high-frequency musical instrument, and on shore, it sounds like a scream at the top of one's throat.

During the second task, Dumbledore showed off his merman language by the Black Lake. The scene looked like an old madman trying to kill all the onlookers with his loud voice.

"It just takes a lot of practice and a good voice. In fact, I'd be happy to share with you how to quickly learn a new foreign language. You just need to find a suitable person to practice with." Dumbledore smiled and winked at Bubbles mischievously. Even among the house-elves, the old wizard with a white beard was well-known.

"I'd rather use magic," Ivy added to the cook, Poppy, who was about to leave. "Another plate of desserts, both sweet and savory."

"Yes, sir!" Bubble saluted vigorously, and the bow on her head tilted to the back of her head. There were two crackling sounds in succession, and a transparent teapot and a basket of neatly arranged snacks appeared on the tea table that Ivy had conjured.

"I didn't know you could speak Chinese, Ivy." Dumbledore stared at the leaves in the teapot with interest. "How magical it is, these dry leaves stretch out under the effect of hot water. No matter how many times I see it, I will never get tired of it."

"How many wars did the British launch for tea? In the end, they could only import some tattered tea leaves from India and Ceylon," Ivy said with a sigh. "No one in England has ever seen real tea. They can only drink some broken industrial waste."

"You can't say that paper bag black tea has no advantages." Dumbledore pursed his lips and took a sip of the black tea in front of him. "At least... it tastes very strong."

"Yes, it's so rich that we have to add milk and sugar to neutralize the bitterness. And there are those choking macarons..." Ivy rolled her eyes and watched Dumbledore enjoyably put a piece of icing sugar-covered pudding into his mouth.

"Ah - Bubbles' cooking skills are excellent. She should leave a recipe for the Hogwarts kitchen." Dumbledore not only drank the best Jin Jun Mei, but also ate the sickly sweet snacks, and he hummed with satisfaction.

"How's the construction of this tower going?" Dumbledore was pointing at the building under their feet, a wizard tower built by Ivy using magic. It seemed to be made entirely of white marble, and the rooms on each floor had been expanded with the Traceless Extension Charm, forming a separate maze.

"It's basically done." Ivy glanced at the items in the room. "Now we just need to place the prizes here in the maze on each floor."

Since Ivy was ready to leave the wizarding world temporarily, Dumbledore suggested that he leave something behind, otherwise those who hoped to get the resurrection magic from him might find ways to tear down Hogwarts.

Therefore, Ivy built this white tower on top of the original dragon habitat. He will announce to the entire international magic community that anyone who can pass the test of the white tower will be accepted as his apprentice and have the opportunity to learn resurrection magic.

Ivy planned to use this method to exhaust the enthusiasm of the magic community for him, but when setting the test, he accidentally let himself go and turned every room in the tower into a maze, or a dungeon-like structure.

Each maze has a different environment, from a foggy swamp to a desert with yellow sand and scorching sun, from a conventional gloomy dungeon to a mirror hall shining with gorgeous brilliance. Each different floor corresponds to a wonderful theme, some of which are derived from the wonders of nature, and some are Ivy's personal creations.

In short, when Ivy built this wizard tower, he did not consider the feelings of adventurers who wanted to break through the maze. He placed traps and magical creatures completely out of his own preference. After all, he did not need anyone to pass through. He just wanted to kill people's enthusiasm for resurrection magic. Even if someone could successfully reach the top, Ivy might as well take him as his apprentice, although he thought he was still a long way from finding a student.

Dumbledore, who had personally experienced the first level of the swamp maze, thought Ivy's idea was great and even planned to have a group of Hogwarts students come to the Wizard Tower for field study. However, since Ivy did not consider saving the lives of challengers when setting traps and magical creatures, Dumbledore was actively lobbying Ivy to create a core that controls all traps and magic in the Wizard Tower.

"I've already told you, that's impossible." Ivy stared at the leaves in the teapot rising and falling. "Hogwarts may have many secrets, but every secret has been discovered at least once. If someone knew that you could control everything in the Wizard Tower, I'm afraid your headmaster's office would be robbed the next day."

"People say Hogwarts is the safest place in the world," Dumbledore said seriously, "at least the murder rate in this castle ranks last in the wizarding world. And I am a stubborn old lunatic."

"We all know it's not zero, and none of the students in the castle are easy to deal with. They are enough to give you, an old lunatic, a headache." Ivy was unmoved, "I will not give you the right to choose apprentices."

"I thought I at least had the right to write a letter of recommendation!" Dumbledore threw another piece of chocolate with liqueur into his mouth.

"Maybe when I open a real magic university..." Ivy curled his lips indifferently. He knew that this old man who had completely freed himself from the shadow brought by Voldemort was notoriously difficult to deal with. "But for apprentice wizards, I need to select them more carefully."

"Well, then you must at least give me a tool that can monitor the entire wizard tower. I want to ensure the safety of every challenger." Dumbledore said as a matter of course. After all, Ivy's wizard tower was built on the territory of Hogwarts. "Tom has already raised the murder rate of Hogwarts to a higher level. I don't want you to make that number even higher. This will undoubtedly affect the thousand-year reputation of Hogwarts."

"I thought you didn't care about Hogwarts' thousand-year reputation." Ivy shook his head again, "That's impossible. I won't give anyone the possibility of navigating the maze with a map."

"But we have to guarantee the life of the challenger, right?" Dumbledore lowered the request again. Perhaps this was his purpose from the beginning, but by first making a request that Ivy was unlikely to agree to, it would increase the probability of those requests that did not seem too excessive being approved.

"Since people want to get something from me, they must be prepared to gamble something, even if it's their lives." Ivy's words sounded cold-blooded, but they actually made sense. After all, there is no love or hate without reason in the world. Just because Ivy can use resurrection magic, he cannot be asked to serve gold all the time.

Fortunately, Ivy's magic cannot extend life, otherwise every powerful person in the world would be crazy looking for him. Through the waves caused by the resurrection magic, Ivy has begun to consider the impact of resurrection on mortal society. For an unfair world, giving those rich and powerful a second chance often makes them more unscrupulous, which is too unfair to people at the bottom of the social pyramid.

A society that cannot achieve class mobility can only slide step by step into the abyss of destruction, which is something Ivy absolutely does not want to see. After all, the wizarding world is his hometown.

"What you said does make sense..." Dumbledore could only give up. "It seems that the students of Hogwarts will not be able to use this magical wizard tower... Now I have to find a way to increase patrols in the Forbidden Forest to block those students who want to sneak in here..."

"I don't have much time right now. After all, this semester is over, and my journey is about to begin." Ivy made a promise that was not really a promise. "Maybe when I come back next time, we can think of a way to add a new venue for Hogwarts. At least for now, let's use this place as a target to appease the wizarding world."

Dumbledore nodded and said with emotion: "The magic university outside the multiverse... What a wonderful phrase. Before I met you, I never thought that there are other worlds outside the world... Is their time synchronized with ours? If you leave now, can you catch up with their school opening?"

"There should be a certain deviation, but since there is a magic university, there must be a magic society to match it." Ivy has thought about this problem. After all, the last time he went to the Arda world, the time was very different from the wizarding world. "With my strength, even if I can't be a transfer student, it is definitely not a problem for me to live decently outside of the university for a while. You see, I can perform gold refining, which is hard currency."

"That's great," Dumbledore said enviously, "You have gone much further on the path of magic than I have... and I have been stuck in mundane affairs for too long. Although I can't let go of those cute little kids either."

"Hehehehe..." Just as Dumbledore was immersed in his feelings about magic, a shrill laugh suddenly came from below, and Dumbledore was very familiar with this voice.

"Voldemort?" The old wizard jumped up from his chair, not caring that even the best Jin Jun Mei was drunk by White Beard.

A green skull suddenly rose from the white marble floor and said in a harsh and flattering voice: "My invincible master! I have followed your instructions and put your limited edition chocolate frog pictures into the treasure chests of each level of the maze! What should we put in the treasure chests next? A dozen dried corpses or mummies?"

"What on earth is this?" Dumbledore said, inserting the Elder Wand back into his belt and cleaning the tea off his beard.

"A long-winded skull, I made it using necromancy..." Ivy explained, "It can help me with some dark magic. Apart from being a bit noisy, it's pretty useful!"

"Good Lord! I'm so touched!" cried Tom, flatteringly. "So that's how you think of me! I thought I was really nothing but a nagging fellow!"

"Shut up." Ivy fired a red lightning from his fingertips, blasting the skull head that was flying up and down to express excitement into powder.

"This is... Tom?" asked Dumbledore in horror.

"I made a new thing using the few things Tom had left," Ivy consoled him. "Don't worry, there's no chance of him being resurrected. After all, his soul has already been completely destroyed... And the university I'm going to next will also view necromancy in a normal way."

"Then they are really...enlightened..." Dumbledore murmured.

(End of this chapter)