From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

This made him start to doubt whether he had gone too far.

But when he realized that he hadn't actually used "Avada Kedavra," Ivy dismissed his self-doubt.

Since Snape's detention period was over, Ivy had no choice but to head to Snape's Potions classroom with great regret and reluctance.

However, while processing potion ingredients, he discovered that his experience points had begun to increase, albeit slightly, but they were indeed increasing.

Therefore, in order to increase the efficiency of grinding experience, Ivy started using the Mage's Hand. However, the efficiency increase from using only one hand was still too small, so Ivy decided to look for a solution within her feats.

You know what, he actually found it.

First, there's this specialization—psychic power.

It increases Ivy's caster primary attribute by one point, increases the duration and maximum output of the spell Hand of Mage, grants Hand of Mage invisibility, and most importantly, grants Ivy the ability to telekinesis.

Next is another specialty – Super Magic Mentor.

This is an ability to add extra benefits to spells by consuming spell points. Other supermagic feats provided in the Grimoire of Destruction either have harsh prerequisites or poor versatility.

In comparison, the prerequisite of a super-magic mentor, which only requires the ability to cast spells, undoubtedly balances practicality and versatility.

Ivy chose twin spells and extended spells as her supernatural abilities.

The mage's hand, wielded through supernatural magical abilities, quickly proved invaluable, essentially providing an extra person to handle the potion ingredients.

But Ivy soon became dissatisfied with the status quo. Now that she could use the Grimoire of Destruction to cast spells, why couldn't she modify the spells to better suit the nature of native magic?

Without a doubt, the brilliant Ivy has once again met with defeat.

Without arcane artifacts, you cannot cast D&D spells, not even with ancient magic; there is no doubt about that, as the two systems are fundamentally different.

However, Ivy didn't come away empty-handed; at least he discovered a way to prevent the Mage's Hand from disappearing.

Normally, a mage can only have one hand, but spells blessed by a super magic mentor can be taken over by Ivy's own wizarding magic.

So he repeatedly released the Wizard Hands and then took control of them with his wizarding magic, repeating this cycle until Snape saw the scene when he entered.

"Stop right now! And put them back where they belong!" Snape's footsteps swept towards Ivy with a whoosh. "If I find you've wasted even a single bit..."

“I’m afraid that’s unavoidable.” Before Snape could finish speaking, Ivy quickly interrupted him, “There’s always a small price to pay for the advancement of magic… However, the efficiency now is more than ten times that of before! So I think…”

"You think a little waste can be forgiven?" Snape continued, his anger rising. "Those are materials we need for tomorrow's class. Are you expecting me to give you extra points for finishing them now?"

Ivy shrugged, then glanced at the potion ingredients behind her that had been mostly processed: "If you don't mind... anyway, I only helped my classmates get dried nettle and snake fang powder, which is a small thing... at least those slugs are still alive and well!"

Snape was completely shocked by Ivy's attitude; he never imagined that there could be such a shameless person in the world!

The fact that he showed no remorse whatsoever in the face of his criticism was an outrageous provocation.

“Very good, very good, Mr. Doom.” Snape’s tone suddenly returned to its previous calm. “In view of your active help to your classmates with tomorrow’s homework after class, Slytherin gets five points. And as a reward, your detention time is doubled.”

Chapter 26 In the Library

"Unbelievable!" In the Hogwarts library, an upperclassman Ravenclaw complained to his companion in a low voice, "Today, the first-years told me that they used pre-treated potion ingredients in Potions class!"

“That means…” his companion, a Hufflepuff who looked very loyal, replied with some uncertainty.

“That means Snape has changed his ways!” Ravenclaw continued to complain. “Normally, he would prepare the most basic potion ingredients for us, calling it ‘training our practical skills.’ I thought he treated all students outside of Slytherin equally! But what happened?”

"He actually gave special treatment to the first-year students!"

"Preferential treatment for first-year students? Are we talking about Professor Snape?" Hufflepuff seemed to be starting to doubt his companion's words, an expression that was not usually seen on the loyal Hufflepuffs.

"Who else could it be?" Ravenclaw retorted indignantly. "Remember the first lesson in first grade? Scabies medicine?"

"Oh!" Hufflepuff exclaimed with sudden realization, "The kind that requires snake fangs and porcupine quills? The kind that, if added in the wrong order, will burn through the cauldron and give everyone who comes into contact with it a whole bunch of scabies?"

“Yes!” Ravenclaw nodded vigorously. “There are always unlucky guys like this every year. I think Professor Snape deliberately injured them during his lectures, just to warn others of their suffering!”

“Professor Snape…is he really that bad?” The loyal Hufflepuff couldn’t help but start to doubt, but seeing his friend’s expression, he immediately changed his tune, “I’m afraid that’s exactly what he’s thinking!”

"You didn't choose the Potions Enhancement class, did you?" Ravenclaw had already seen through Hufflepuff's real reason for speaking to Snape. "Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Even someone like Snape... he's been way more outrageous in the Enhancement class than before! He's completely gone too far!"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Ravenclaw frowned: "But that doesn't make sense."

"What?" Hufflepuff once again inadvertently played the role of the straight man.

Ravenclaw began trying to make his companion understand: "I mean, why is Professor Snape giving special treatment to first-year students? Doesn't he usually only give special treatment to Slytherins?"

"Maybe there's some big shot among the first-year students?" Hufflepuff turned a page of her textbook, which was spread out on the table, when she suddenly heard her companion exclaim.

"Harry Potter! Who knew Professor Snape was also a Harry Potter admirer!"

Ravenclaw, who had shouted loudly, gradually lowered his voice until it was barely audible under Mrs. Pince's piercing gaze. But he still couldn't escape being kicked out of the library.

“Someone’s calling your name, Harry!” Ron, who had long since given up on burying himself in his Transfiguration paper, looked up and saw only two dejected figures walking out of the library.

"Oh." Harry seemed uninterested. After the initial awkward experience, he had become almost immune to such things. As long as no one asked him for an autograph directly, he could handle it calmly.

Instead of spending time shaking hands with admirers, you should think about how to handle your transfiguration assignment.

“Perhaps we should play a game of Wizards Chess…” Ron had completely given up and was looking around the library with his chin in his hands.

“Ron, Professor McGonagall is, after all, our Headmistress…” Harry advised, his tone a mix of helplessness and smugness, especially after discovering that the children from magical families weren’t much ahead of him in their studies.

"Come on, bro," Ron rolled his eyes. "Don't be a spoilsport like Hermione."

"...Maybe you're right. A little relaxation might be helpful, after all, we have a whole weekend to finish our Transfiguration homework!" Harry gave up after only a fleeting moment. Isn't it normal for an eleven-year-old to only think about how to play?

"Hey! Look over there! It's Ivy!" But Ron's wandering eyes found something else.

Although Ivy isn't very tall, his handsome appearance and outstanding charisma make him hard to miss, perhaps partly due to his charm rating of 17.

“Honestly, he shouldn’t have gone to Slytherin.” Ron shook his head, and Harry saw a hint of pity and regret in his eyes.

"Hmm... I think given Ivy's level of magic, we don't need to worry about this," Harry offered a fair assessment.

“Wow, I had no idea you were such a cold-blooded person!” Ron even seemed to be defending Ivy. “Haven’t you noticed? Not a single Slytherin ever speaks to him at the dinner table! He must be isolated by them!”

“Really?” Harry remembered that at the opening party not long ago, Ivy was chatting happily with a blonde girl next to him. At the time, he was a little resentful of Ivy, feeling that he had betrayed his friendship.

However, after learning about Ivy's situation from Ron, Harry began to worry about him.

“Look for yourself.” Ron pointed to the tables around Ivy. Malfoy was sitting with several other first-year Slytherin boys, and across from them were first-year girls led by Cassandra. They were all not far apart, but no other Slytherin sat at the table where Ivy was sitting.

Even if someone else, unaware of the truth, were to approach Ivy's table, Slytherins would deter them with a look.

Harry frowned. He was familiar with this situation. In Muggle elementary schools, classmates would usually take various measures to isolate Dudley in order not to offend him, and "ignoring" him was only the least effective method.

“This is bullying!” Harry said with absolute certainty.

“Although we’re not in the same house…” Ron said softly, “Slytherin and Gryffindor have never gotten along…”

“But we need to let Ivy feel the magic of friendship!” Harry nodded to Ron, and the two of them picked up the books and homework spread out on the table and moved together to Ivy’s desk.

As Ron passed the dumbfounded Malfoy, he gave him a provocative smile.

"Hey! Man!" Harry tried to sound cheerful. "How have you been lately?"

As soon as he asked the question, Harry couldn't help but want to slap himself, and Ron next to him felt the same way.

"What do you mean?" Ivy asked, his gaze questioning. He was busy searching for suitable spells in the Grimoire of Destruction and had no time to pay attention to the changes in the outside world.

Chapter 27 Harry and Ron's Comfort

“Uh… I mean… you see, we haven’t seen each other for a few days…” Harry’s voice sounded extremely awkward. He had originally intended to give Ivy some encouragement from a friend, so that he wouldn’t wallow in pain and sadness because of a temporary setback.

But there's no way to bring this up directly, and Harry, who has always lived under someone else's roof, has no experience in comforting others. So now Harry desperately hopes that his good brother, Ron, can quickly notice the situation and help him out of this predicament.

"Ivy!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice. It seemed that the impression left by the two upperclassmen who had just been kicked out had not yet faded from his mind. "Your quill is doing your homework by itself! And it's Transfiguration homework!"

Well done, Ron!

Harry secretly applauded Ron; children from large wizarding families were indeed different.

"What brand of quill pen is this? Wenrenju? Or the stationery store in Diagon Alley?" The quill pen, capable of completing its own homework, completely captivated Ron's attention; his eyes didn't even falter towards Harry. "I'd trade anything for it!"

“I’m afraid it’s one of a kind.” Ivy flicked her finger, and the quill that was still writing stopped and floated into his hand. “This quill is a magic creation of mine, and no one but me can use it. And it’s not doing homework automatically; it’s just recording my thoughts.”

Because he helped Snape a lot in the Potions class, Ivy gained enough experience to earn two levels in the Scrivener's Wizard class.

It was for this reason that Ivy began using the Wizard's Pen to help with the homework that was a bit too complicated for first-year students.

Aside from Hogwarts, he had never heard of any other school that required 11-year-olds to write essays.

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed in amazement. "Could it be an ancient magical relic? If you opened a quill pen shop, I would definitely be a customer. Just think how many students' troubles that would solve!"

“I understand.” Ivy nodded. He could tell that these two had come to ask him for money, and his Transfiguration thesis was their main target. “It seems that Transfiguration has indeed caused you some trouble?”

“Maybe not just a little,” Harry joined the discussion. “Besides Hermione, I don’t know anyone else who gets praised by Professor McGonagall in the Transfiguration classroom. No matter how hard we try, that match hasn’t changed at all. It’s been two whole classes already!”

"Perhaps I can offer you some advice?" Ivy, sensing the unspoken meaning, passed the question to Harry.

"Just lend us your work for reference!" Ron picked up his quill, dipped it in the ink bottle, and continued working on the parchment.

“Hey! Ron!” Harry protested, “We’re not here to do this!”

“It’s nothing.” Ron didn’t even look up, trying to make the letters he wrote look bigger so they would take up more space on the parchment. “I think Ivy is fine with you. As for your homework, you can just copy mine.”

Thinking about having more time to play over the weekend, Harry couldn't help but agree with Ron's suggestion in his heart.

“Uh… how about we continue talking about Transfiguration?” Harry remembered what Ivy had just said and couldn’t help but hope to get some advice from this ancient wizard who had lived for over a hundred years.

“Simply put, Transfiguration is a very precise form of magic. Before you cast the spell, you must have a complete picture of the target you are transforming into, and if possible, you must consider every single detail. In addition, you must trust your magic; strong confidence is the key to the successful casting of any spell.” Ivy didn’t continue, but he gestured towards Mrs. Pince, indicating that Harry should turn around.