From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

Author: Chef Serving Dishes

Summary:

"Don't call me Tom! I'm Voldemort!" Voldemort roared furiously. "Come on, Tom," Ivy waved her hand. "Do you really want to die with that weird name?" "I've already deciphered all your Horcruxes, and the love magic you stole from Harry's blood is nothing but a rootless weed. Even Lily Evans, whom you killed, has been resurrected... Are you really going to face death with the name Voldemort? You can't even face your past, so how can you talk about the future?"... "Enough of this nonsense, I need to go back for dinner." A green lightning bolt shot out, splitting multiple times along its path, its tree-like branches making it look even more like... The wrath of nature, like the Grim Reaper's outstretched hand reaping lives... Tree-like, splitting green lightning struck several Death Eaters, then illuminated Tom's pale, terrified face... PS: The protagonist comes from the remnants of Hogwarts, is a D&D spellcaster, has completed the main Harry Potter storyline, and, along with the Hobbits, defeated the dragon Smaug. He used Voldemort's head as a toy, encountered the Planeswalkers in Strathaven, used the relics left by the magic of Karthusdon as consumables, wrote his own origin story, established a new city in the Sword Coast, gained solar divinity, and is now seeking further possibilities in the world of Grellion. Existing world outlines: Ravnica, Azeroth, New Philexia, Marvel Universe.

Chapter 1 Map Secret Room

Hogwarts.

A well-known and renowned magic school.

If you were to ask about its reputation among Muggles, I believe at least eleven out of ten people would be convinced that it is the best magic school.

It must be said that it is the perfect ivory tower that many people dream of.

Although compared to the Muggle education system, it is at most a magical vocational school or magical technical school, you cannot deny its contribution to the magical world, especially the British magical world.

It supplied almost all the staff to that bloated and sluggish institution—I'm talking about the Ministry of Magic, of course (what other institution deserves those adjectives?).

This is why you won't see the British Ministry of Magic using the university a student comes from as a basis for identifying factions among its civil servants, as is the case in British politics, where Cambridge and Oxford look down on each other and then work together to exclude King's College.

At least all the civil servants in the British Ministry of Magic are alumni of the same school.

However, as the saying goes, "Without factions within the party, all sorts of strange things happen."

Birds of a feather flock together. It would be more magical than magic if people who gather together didn't form factions to distinguish themselves from one another! Besides, these wizards who wave little sticks and mutter incessantly are also human beings. At least they are not reproductively isolated from Muggles, so no matter how much some people deny it, they still fall within the scope of what the word "human" refers to.

So how are the civil servants in the Ministry of Magic, who cannot be distinguished by the school they come from, divided into factions?

Bloodline and origin.

That's a really primitive way of dividing things.

Purebloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-bloods.

But their tedious and complicated entanglements are not worth even a single word to describe!

So let's put aside all this political turmoil and get back to Hogwarts.

It was the summer of 1991. Like all schools, Hogwarts was on summer vacation. This bustling and vibrant school was quietly dozing in the scorching July sun. In two months, it would welcome new students. This ancient castle, like the professors inside, needed a rest.

Especially the old wizard who was quite old, with a white beard and hair.

“Hmm…” Albus Dumbledore smacked his lips in satisfaction. Honeyduke’s new product, launched to celebrate the 11th anniversary of the fall of Mystic, was very much to his liking. So after dealing with the annoying letters from the Ministry of Magic, he would have some as a reward for himself.

"Hmph…" Dumbledore sighed contentedly, fully enjoying the sweet sensation of the syrup flowing between his teeth. "A perfect day should certainly begin with candy, shouldn't it, Fawkes?"

Phoenix Fox stood on its perch, responding with a soft cry, then stretched its magnificent tail feathers. It was at the height of its power, but soon it would face its twilight years. But for a phoenix that could rise from the ashes, death was nothing to worry about, was it?

After admiring Fawkes's shimmering golden tail, Dumbledore popped a wriggling candy into his mouth, enjoying the sound of the insect-shaped candy colliding with his teeth. It took him a while to squeeze the syrup out of its belly with his teeth.

“Sharing candy with a colleague might be a good strategy… Perhaps Minerva can appreciate its charm?” Dumbledore muttered uncertainly to himself as he swallowed the crumbs of candy.

But just as he got up to look for his colleague, there was a knock on the oak door of the principal's office.

Judging from the sound, the person knocking on the door was very anxious.

"Please come in!" Dumbledore sat back down in his cushioned chair, his wise eyes peering at the unexpected visitor through his half-moon spectacles.

A dark shadow pushed open the door and entered—Severus Snape, Headmaster of Slytherin, Potions Professor, member of the Order of the Phoenix, and also a notorious Death Eater.

“Dumbledore,” Snape said urgently and in a low voice, his lips moving slightly. “We need to talk.”

Dumbledore stared into his eyes for a moment, then, disappointed to find that Snape wasn't paying any attention to the candy on his table, he had no choice but to suppress his own urge to share. He calmly said, "It's a rare holiday, and we both have plenty of time..."

Then he waved his hand, and a chair, also padded, moved to the opposite side of the desk.

"Please sit down."

Snape glanced down at the intricately decorated wooden chair, stepped aside to make way for it, and said firmly, "Not here."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in surprise: "If you'd like to take a walk, I happen to know a good place..."

But before he could finish his suggestion, Snape impatiently interrupted him: "There are discoveries in the castle's crypt that you absolutely must know about."

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“I’ve been in this castle for almost a century, and I’ve never heard of such a place.” Dumbledore surveyed the vast room before him. They passed through a winding tunnel and arrived directly beneath the castle.

At the end of the marble staircase was a magnificent yet empty circular hall. On the wall opposite the staircase were four hall-like structures, but apart from the reflective surface of the walls, there was nothing noteworthy on them.

The room seemed to be embedded in the mountainside, as if carved out by some skilled craftsman. Gold-embroidered stone pillars connected the ceiling and floor, forming a seamless whole. In the center of the colorful floor tiles was a circular area, the spotless floor like a mirror, reflecting two figures in long robes, one in gray and one in black.

“That’s Hogwarts! I’ve never seen it from this angle before!” Dumbledore’s voice was full of surprise as he saw the overhead view of Hogwarts on the floor. “How did you find this place, Severus?”

“That’s not important,” Snape said through gritted teeth. He drew his wand and tapped it lightly in the air, causing ripples to spread across the ground and obscuring the aerial view of Hogwarts.

“Watch out,” Snape warned, trying to ignore Dumbledore’s disappointed nasal tone, but predictably failing. He couldn’t understand what was so interesting about this place full of idiots and fools.

As the ripples on the floor subsided, a new image appeared on it.

It was a child sealed inside a crystal.

His messy black hair made his skin appear even whiter. Although he looked young, one could foresee his future of being a womanizer.

Chapter 2 Ivy Doom

Ivy Doom is a time traveler.

Absolutely.

Moreover, it's the standard type: both parents deceased, no sister, and owns a house.

He initially refused to travel from the vast land of China to London, England, more than a hundred years ago, but soon had to admit that it was "really good".

The reason is nothing more than magic.

He later entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a fifth-year transfer student, participated in the Sorting Ceremony with the new students that year, and successfully entered Slytherin House.

After a year of school life and an adventure playing the role of a savior, he was sealed in a crystal by magical powers he could not control.

More than a hundred years later, in 1991, Ivy Doom finally saw the light of day again with the help of Dumbledore the Old Bee.

The first thing he heard after waking up was...

"By Merlin, look at his robes! He's a Slytherin!"

Good eye! It was worth starting a new game just for this robe.

Ivy Doom is clearly not a Chinese name. When he transmigrated, he seemed to have directly used his character save file from "The Legacy of Hogwarts," not only gaining a thick Union Jack London accent but also extraordinary magical abilities.

That's right, I'm talking about the Avada Kedavra special edition – the Lightning Five-Strike Whip.

Upon arriving in this real magical world, he was surprised to find that his former name no longer existed.

Alternatively, it would be simpler and easier to understand to explain it using the phrase "can no longer refer to oneself".

In the magical world, there is a spell called the "Name Calling Charm," which is quite simple. In short, it is everyone's name, and the owl that delivers the mail uses it to find the recipient.

It was through this that Ivy Doom discovered that his old name could no longer refer to him, perhaps because Muggle names have no magic and cannot elicit a magical response from the Name Calling Charm.

In any case, what replaced it was the name he had personally typed on the computer screen: Ivy Doom.

At that moment, he was incredibly grateful that he had chosen the name himself out of a sense of immersion, instead of taking the initiative as a player and giving himself an ultimate technological face with various beautification patches, and a name like "Mom said only Nantong would pronounce the full name".

That's where his name comes from – Ivy Doom.

“Dumbledore, I don’t remember when I went blind.” The youngest headmaster of Slytherin gave his colleague and superior a slightly sarcastic remark, then knelt down to examine the child who had fallen from the crystal.

"Ugh... Ivy woke up at just the right moment, and was then startled by the sight of greasy hair."

"Who are you? Why are you in my map room!" Ivy drew his wand—ebony and dragon heartstring, powerful and firm, crafted a hundred years ago by old Ollivander. Back then, Ollivander's wand-making process wasn't as clear and standardized as it would be later, making the ebony and dragon heartstring combination exceptionally expensive. Even a master of dark magic like Ivy had to save up for several days to collect it.

“Yours? The Chamber of Secrets?” Dumbledore stepped forward and pressed down on Snape’s hand as he reached into his clothes for his wand. “I am Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You can put down your wand and we can talk this over calmly.”

"The headmaster of Hogwarts?" Ivy asked knowingly. He recognized the two at first glance: the one in the black robe and slicked-back hair was Snape, and the tall one in the gray robe was Dumbledore. Anyone familiar with the Harry Potter series would recognize them.

But the next moment, Ivy launched an attack without hesitation.

"Armor protects you! Push the enemy back three feet!"

He first cast a defensive spell on himself, then hurled a short but powerful repulsion spell at the floor, hoping the recoil would create distance between him and the two Hogwarts professors.

"Calm down, child!" Dumbledore stopped Snape, who was about to step forward, and shouted as he pulled Snape back. "You're a student at Hogwarts, aren't you? Perhaps from Slytherin? Then you can trust us completely! I am the headmaster, and this Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin!"

"Nonsense!" Ivy remained unmoved, waving her hand to unleash her third spell, "Dispel Weapon!"

This was an offensive spell that affected the wizard himself, and Dumbledore could not ignore it, so he waved his hand to deflect the red spell.

"Perhaps there's some misunderstanding!" Dumbledore still didn't launch an attack, continuing to persuade Ivy.

"Powerful magic, right? Then let me show you the true power of ancient magic! Summon lightning!" Ivy was not only a fifth-year transfer student, but also an aptitude for ancient magic. The plot of that game back then revolved around the two elements of ancient magic and the fairy rebellion.

Summoning lightning is one of Ivy's few powerful non-dark magic techniques.

A dazzling, thick bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the ebony wand, hurtling towards Dumbledore and his companion with overwhelming force.

"Vulcan, clear the way!" The greatest wizard of the twentieth century finally uttered his first incantation, and raging flames erupted from the tip of his wand, entangled with the lightning bolts shot by Ivy.

Flames and lightning from the curse danced across the empty hall of the map's secret chamber, creating a scene that was both magnificent and dangerous.

The magical clash lasted for quite some time, until Ivy's ebony wand began to succumb to the surging ancient magic.