From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

“Perhaps… we shouldn’t be discussing this in the library.” Harry stopped talking and quickly lowered his head to pretend to be studying, because he had already seen Mrs. Pince holding the feather duster.

Ron noticed Mrs. Pince's actions, so he moved Ivy's Transfiguration paper, which was originally in front of him, towards Harry.

Ivy snapped her fingers lightly, and the colorful wizard's pen resumed its unfinished work, squeezing between Harry and Ron.

He then opened the Grimoire of Destruction again, continuing his search for spells he desired.

Since the Scribe's class level has reached 2, he can choose up to 10 first-level spells. The number of spells available in the Grimoire of Destruction is so large that he is almost overwhelmed by the choices.

However, some spells sound amazing just from their descriptions, so Ivy has already added a few to her spellbook.

First is the Mage Armor, which grants a mage wearing a cotton robe an invisible force field armor that is almost comparable to a full set of metal armor, and it can be continuously strengthened based on the caster's level. It's simple, easy to understand, and easy to use.

Then there's Scholar's Touch, which allows Ivy to instantly read a book and completely memorize its contents. This is practically the perfect spell for sifting through the valuable books in the Hogwarts library.

Moreover, it's also incredibly useful for passing exams. The Scholar's Touch can be used to cast spells before exams, completely bypassing the Ministry of Magic's anti-cheating measures.

In addition, Ivy also chose to be fluent in languages ​​and skilled in disguise.

The former would allow him to understand magical works written in other languages, while the latter would allow him to seamlessly transform into another person, perhaps allowing him to obtain some interesting items from the forbidden book section in this way.

Although the Awakened Grimoire's ability to change spell damage type is now working, the first-level damaging spells are simply not appealing to Ivy, so he doesn't even bother to choose one.

He is now torn between whether or not to seek out a magical pet.

This first-level ritual spell allows him to summon a small animal as a magical companion, and he can share some of the companion's senses.

Although petting cats and dogs is a very enjoyable thing, Ivy is a little reluctant to take care of small pets himself. He hates scooping poop for any living creature.

Back when I kept magical creatures at the Room of Requirement, house-elves cleaned up the living space for those little cuties, and all I had to do was occasionally go over and scratch their chins to get a little psychological satisfaction.

Now that the magical creatures and house-elves who cared for them in the House of Requirement have disappeared, Ivy is unwilling to scoop the poop for her magical pets herself.

“But perhaps magic can solve these problems.” Ivy looked at the silver linden wand in her hand. Wizards were quite accomplished in life magic, and dealing with a cat’s excrement was a piece of cake.

Chapter 28 Potions Class

"Whoosh! Finally finished copying!" Ron tossed aside his quill, looking as if he'd won a battle. "Ivy! Your quill is amazing! It's practically full of allusions! Now we can play wizard chess to our hearts' content in the common room, Harry?"

However, neither Harry nor Ivy could answer his question, because the three of them were thrown out of the library by Mrs. Pince, who rushed over after hearing the noise, and she also added a threat: if she ever heard them making a racket in the library again, she would definitely call their respective heads!

“Sorry…” Harry scratched his messy head, looking at Ivy with a hint of apology, “We dragged you into this and you got kicked out too…”

"It's alright, it's almost lunchtime anyway, I was going to the cafeteria anyway." Ivy packed her things and said goodbye to the two of them. "See you in Potions class tomorrow."

"We'll be having Potions class with Slytherins tomorrow morning. Apparently, Professor Snape doesn't have a good reputation, so we should be prepared." Ron, with his three older brothers attending school, always had extra sources of information. "So, what now? Should we find a place to play wizard chess, or…"

The library door opened again, and a disheveled little witch walked out. As soon as she saw Ron's face, she started spitting everywhere: "Ivy's magic is already so advanced, yet he's still studying diligently in the library. But what about you two? You shamelessly went to copy his Transfiguration paper and even got him kicked out of the library! As a Gryffindor, I'm truly ashamed for you!"

“Hey! Ivy herself doesn’t mind!” Ron knew he was in the wrong, but he still didn’t want to admit defeat. “Besides, we’ve already apologized!”

“Harry apologized!” Hermione just wanted to scold him, especially after Ron did such a terrible thing (referring to making a scene in the library), “but you? Sorry, I don’t see a trace of remorse on your face.”

Hermione turned and stormed off, taking with her Ron the little bit of good mood she had been in for finishing her Transfiguration homework ahead of time. So Ron made a face at Hermione's retreating back.

Harry's mood also soured.

The library doors opened again, and this time Malfoy and his two bodyguards came out.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Looks like Gryffindor isn't very united, is it?" Malfoy said in his usual slow, deliberate tone. "Have you learned anything from that, Harry Potter? By the way, I'm looking forward to your Potions class tomorrow morning. I hope I don't end up in the infirmary laughing so hard I pass out."

“None of your business.” Harry stared at him coldly. He realized that, apart from Ivy, the Slytherins were all a bunch of nasty bastards.

“Really? But I don’t think so…” Malfoy shook his head and walked toward the restaurant, while Harry and Ron’s bad mood continued until the next morning.

While eating breakfast, Harry's friend Hedwig brought him a messy note, inviting them to the hut for tea.

This incident somewhat eased Harry's bad mood, and he quickly replied to Hagrid in equally poor handwriting, telling him that he would go.

As Hedwig flew out of the Great Hall with the note, Harry's gaze followed, lingering for a moment on the Slytherin table. Unsurprisingly, he immediately spotted Ivy sitting on the empty seats on either side.

Strangely enough, a jet-black cat with glossy fur was standing on the table in front of Ivy, and Ivy was playing with it by frying fish.

But Harry doesn't remember Ivy telling anyone on the train that he had a pet cat. Maybe that cat belonged to Hogwarts?

“Harry Potter.” That was Professor Snape calling out names. When he got to Harry, he stopped and stared into Harry’s eyes with an unsettling look. “Yes…our famous man.”

Fortunately, Snape didn't continue, otherwise Harry's uncomfortable feeling would have intensified.

Snape tossed the attendance sheet aside and said in a deep voice, “Potions, that’s a rather precise and rigorous subject. I have no doubt that those clumsy wizards will mess everything up in the classroom.”

He glanced around the classroom. As the youngest head of Slytherin, his voice, barely a whisper, still reached everyone's ears, because none of the students dared to even breathe.

"Since there are no fools waving wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that cauldron simmering slowly, steaming and emitting a wonderful aroma; you won't truly understand the wondrous power of the fluid flowing into people's veins, that makes people's hearts flutter and their wills be clouded... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even stop death—but there's one condition: you must not be the kind of idiots I often encounter."

Harry saw Ivy turn around and glance at him, which made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Potter!" His panicked feeling came true; Professor Snape was calling his name!

So Harry reluctantly stood up, only to hear Snape continue, "What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

"I don't know, Professor." What else could he say? For a moment, Harry regretted not having memorized the entire Potions textbook.

Snape scoffed dismissively, "Tsk...it seems fame doesn't mean everything."

Harry then answered Snape's next question with two "I don't know" answers and received two different sarcastic remarks. After that, he felt that Snape seemed satisfied.

Harry was almost certain that Snape was deliberately targeting Gryffindor. He not only completely ignored Hermione's raised arm, but also deducted a point from Gryffindor's score under the pretext of "not having studied in advance."

Potions class continued, but the situation of the Gryffindor students did not change in the slightest.

When they were paired up and instructed to manipulate the potions in the cauldrons according to the steps on the blackboard, Harry was surprised to find that Ivy had made the potion without using her hands.

Snape noticed this too, but he just grimaced in disgust.

"Keep your eyes on your cauldron, Mr. Potter!" Even though they were some distance apart, Snape noticed Harry's distracted expression, and what followed was…

"Gryffindor loses one point because Mr. Potter was daydreaming in class!"

Chapter 29 Dumbledore's Summoning

After Potions class, Harry was in a terrible mood.

Besides Snape's almost humiliating questions in class, Harry also heard the constant whispers and jeers of the Slytherin students.

He couldn't understand why Snape hated him.

“Don’t worry,” Ron said. “Snape always deducts points from Fred and George. These two points you lost are nothing. By the way, aren’t we going to Hagrid’s for tea later? Maybe we can invite Ivy along.”

Harry's invitation ultimately failed; he had almost heard Ivy say "okay," but Snape, who looked like a giant black bat, interrupted everything.

“I’m afraid Mr. Doom can’t keep his appointment, Potter.” Snape stared down at Harry’s face, as he did when speaking to Ivy. “Professor Dumbledore wants to see you, Mr. Doom. The password is Lemon Hard Candy. You know where to find him.”

So Ivy could only shrug to express her regret and said to Harry, "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm afraid I'll have to wait until next time."

“Oh…uh. It’s nothing, we were just chatting.” Harry tried to avoid being affected by Snape’s gaze.

"Hmph. If I were you, Mr. Potter, I would make good use of my free time to read more books, hoping to get rid of the trivialities and dead flies in my head, instead of 'chatting'." But it wasn't just Snape's gaze that affected Harry, but also his words.

Fortunately, he left after saying that, not giving Harry any more chances to make mistakes.

"Honestly, has he always been this wicked?" Harry asked, watching Snape's black robes disappear completely behind the stairs.

Ivy nodded: "Perhaps describing his mouth as sarcastic would be a bit bland... but don't worry, he's a decent person, at least for now."

Harry and Ron were both deeply skeptical, and then both expressed their regret that Ivy couldn't keep the appointment, before leaving the Slytherin dungeon with heavy steps.

Ivy shook her head as she watched the two figures disappear. Gryffindors were indeed prone to psychological trauma during Potions class, while Harry always seemed to be under 200% firepower.

€€€€€€€€

The four founders built Hogwarts to be tall and majestic. Although it looks impressive from the outside, living inside can be a bit physically demanding.

The principal's office is on the top floor of the main tower, almost as high as the astronomical tower on the other side.

This was a small challenge for Ivy, whose physical attributes were not particularly high.

Fortunately, besides being a wizard, he was also a mage.

The spell "Great Leap Forward" was practically tailor-made for traveling, which allowed Ivy to traverse the numerous staircases of Hogwarts at incredible speed, arriving at the oak door outside the Headmaster's office.

Ivy knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside: "It must be Mr. Doom, please come in!"

The principal's office was still the same as always: shelves full of books, bottles and jars scattered everywhere, gleaming silverware in a glass cabinet, a narrow-necked bottle emitting smoke, and an old man with a white beard sitting on a cushion.

Today, Dumbledore was wearing a dark blue robe adorned with stars woven with gold thread, and the tip of his pointed wizard hat was drooping limply over his shoulder.

"Welcome." Dumbledore gestured for Ivy to sit down; the chair looked very soft and would provide a comfortable, supportive feel for anyone sitting on it.

There was a small plate of candy on the table, all hard, bright yellow candy. Ivy guessed that this was the source of the password.

Dumbledore noticed Ivy's gaze and began to introduce the candy: "Lemon hard candy! Bought from a Muggle shop. But they don't seem to accept Galleons, so I had to use a little magic. It has jam filling inside, very delicious, wouldn't you like some?"

Ivy reached out, picked up a candy, and popped it into her mouth. It was sweet and sour, and quite good.

Although he didn't know why Dumbledore had summoned him, Ivy believed he was innocent and had nothing to hide, so he comfortably enjoyed the candy in his mouth.

It's worth noting that he had always been a law-abiding student since enrolling, and he hadn't even used any dark magic, all out of respect for Dumbledore.

“Mr. Doom, what are your thoughts on Muggles and their society?” Dumbledore asked, casting an inquiring glance his way.

So this is the "main course"? It seems Voldemort has really fallen on hard times, not even good enough to be served.

Ivy muttered something to herself, but showed no expression on her face. She thought for a moment before answering Dumbledore's question.