From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

Ivy waved her wand, and the floor of the corridor immediately rose, forming a platform slightly elevated above the ground. A blue patterned carpet appeared on the platform, just like a standard arena for wizard duels.

“Ivy is someone I invited.” Malfoy swaggered to one side of the platform. “As a witness to my victory and the referee of the duel, of course, for you, Potter, he is the witness to your defeat.”

“Ivy’s doing fine,” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear. “At least I don’t have to worry about him siding with Malfoy, but I just don’t quite understand why he’s getting involved with Malfoy… But right now, the duel is the most important thing… Remember what I said before? About wizard duels?”

Harry understood Ron's meaning. Their spellcasting abilities as wizards were still too weak; they couldn't wield magic as freely as Ivy, at most releasing sparks or something. So what Harry was going to do in a moment was to throw down his wand and give Malfoy a good whack.

Although the Gryffindor quartet survived thanks to Malfoy bringing Ivy along, one thing is one thing, and Harry won't forget that he tried to knock him off his broom yesterday because of that.

Harry nodded slightly, picked up his wand, and walked to the other side of the platform. He then turned his gaze to Ivy, waiting for her to say "begin."

Having witnessed everything, Hermione had almost lost the ability to be angry; everything before her was relentlessly pushing her limits.

Fighting in the corridor after curfew violates almost a hundred school rules, not to mention they knocked over a lot of armor in the prize room and ran all the way here, with Ivy even using magic to freeze Filch in ice.

But Hermione didn't have much time to savor the moment. After Ivy confirmed that the young wizards on both sides of the platform were ready, she used her wand to release a small golden firework.

Harry and Malfoy immediately understood that this was the signal to start a war, so they both acted in unison.

"Except for you, Wu!" Because he witnessed Ivy wreaking havoc in the common room on the first day of school, Malfoy had secretly memorized this spell.

But since he hadn't received any special training, he thought it would be better to pronounce it clearly. However, he had only uttered the third syllable when he saw a magic wand fly past him.

"Great!" he thought. "I've successfully disarmed Porter! I'm the champion!"

But before Malfoy could even imagine how he would brag about it to everyone when dawn broke, a sharp pain in his nose interrupted his daydream.

Less than two weeks into the semester, Harry had learned very little magic. Apart from being able to use the Spark Charm that Professor Flitwick taught him in Charms class, he couldn't even use a second spell.

So he simply threw his wand as a way to attract attention, and then punched Malfoy in the nose with his fist.

Chapter 38 The Little Male Witch and the Little Female Witch

"You fouled!" Malfoy screamed, covering his nose, tears streaming down his face from the soreness in his nose.

Seeing this, Goyle and Crabbe, who were standing on the left and right sides of the platform, rushed over to help, grabbing Harry by the neck and about to beat him up. Ron on the other side was not to be outdone and rushed up with them.

In the blink of an eye, the little wizards were rolling around in a ball.

Ivy quickly waved her wand, causing the carpet beneath them to pull them apart.

Although the entanglement lasted only a few seconds, all of them were already injured.

Ron's lip was cut and bleeding; Harry's glasses were completely ruined, leaving a deep mark on his face; Goyle and Crabbe each had a bruise around their eyes.

Hermione was completely stunned. She never expected that these boys would put on such a show in such a formal setting. Even Ivy, who always seemed serious, was involved and provided various forms of objective assistance to their fight.

"How dare you hit me, Potter!" Malfoy looked extremely angry. "You don't even have a father! Just you wait! My father is a Hogwarts board member, and I'm going to tell him everything! You'll be expelled!"

"Completely?" Ron retorted. "Are you really going to keep your word?"

Malfoy hesitated, because today's events were all his fault, but that didn't mean he would back down. He changed the subject at the right moment: "Declare them the loser, Ivy! I said it at dinner! Only wands are allowed!"

Harry and Ron on the other side immediately looked at Ivy, hoping without a doubt that he would side with his friend in this matter.

Ivy sighed and looked at Malfoy: "You really want to tell everyone tomorrow: 'I beat Harry Potter in the wizarding duel! Because he punched me in the nose!' Huh?"

Sure enough, Malfoy hesitated; it sounded too low-class.

“While Harry did commit a foul and should have been disqualified,” Ivy decided to mediate, “I believe you are all dissatisfied with this result.”

Both nodded. Harry, of course, was unwilling to admit defeat, and Malfoy's victory was not honorable, which went against his original intentions.

“Therefore,” Ivy cast a spell to restore the platform beneath them to the ground, “I suggest you postpone your battle until another day, especially after you have mastered more spells.”

The two rivals glared at each other and reluctantly nodded in agreement to Ivy's proposal.

"Great!" Ivy clapped her hands. "Now, to show our reconciliation, let's shake hands!"

Both of them frowned in disgust, their hands barely touching before separating, but Ivy watched everything with great interest.

"Alright, alright! Now, come and receive treatment. You go first, Ron." Ivy raised her wand again, pointing it at Ron's still bleeding mouth and chanting, "Heal quickly."

“It doesn’t hurt at all! Thank you, Ivy.” Ron touched the corner of his mouth and grinned.

Then Ivy fixed Harry's glasses, got rid of Goyle and Crabbe's panda eyes, and even cleaned the snot off Malfoy's collar.

"I think our nighttime stroll has come to a successful end," Ivy nodded in satisfaction. "You all know the way back, right? It's time for bed. Perfect timing, I still need to release Filch and Peeves from the ice block."

Hearing him say that, the young wizards who were still growing all yawned; it had been a very fulfilling day for everyone.

Back in the common room, Ron slumped into a soft armchair and exclaimed sincerely, "What a wonderful day! Wasn't it, Harry?"

Harry nodded; he found it hard to disagree, especially since Professor McGonagall had recommended him to join the Quidditch team.

Ron continued to recount everything that had happened that night: "Cerberus, Ivy's magic, and most importantly, you punched Malfoy hard! I wish I could relive the day."

"One more time?" Hermione, who had already gone up the stairs, heard his words and ran over like an angry goose with her arms tucked in. "We've broken so many school rules, and you want to do it all over again? We were just lucky today, with Ivy's help, that we were able to avoid punishment and even escape from Cerberus's jaws!"

"But instead of learning from this, you're taking pride in it. You're actually thinking of doing it again?" Hermione's face flushed with anger; she hated people who ignored the rules. "Maybe I should tell Professor McGonagall about this and have her deduct a few points from your score!"

"Come on! Nobody asked for your opinion!" Ron rolled his eyes, but quickly became uneasy again. "...You're not really going to tell Professor McGonagall, are you?"

"I'm not that stupid!" Hermione shrieked. "If you keep going like this, you'll all get yourselves into this mess sooner or later, and Ivy won't be there to bail you out!"

Hermione stormed upstairs in a rage, leaving Harry, his two friends staring at each other in bewilderment.

On the other side, in the Slytherin common room, Malfoy kept talking about what kind of wicked dark magic he would use to defeat Harry in their next duel.

Therefore, he was clearly startled when he saw the lights suddenly turn on in the common room.

"Draco? Are you alright? How was the duel?" It was Pansy Parkinson with black hair. This girl was always hanging around Malfoy, but the latter's mind was not on her at all; his mind was full of "Harry Potter."

Malfoy was clearly stumped, because he hadn't figured out how to tell the Slytherin students about the duel. He couldn't very well tell them, like Ivy suggested, that he won because Potter punched him in the nose, could he?

“Oh, Pansy,” Malfoy said with a professional fake smile, “this doesn’t seem to concern you much…”

Pansy blushed and said hastily, "I...I just care about...Slytherin's honor, after all, I'm a member of Slytherin too."

“Alright.” Malfoy nodded seriously. “Then I can only say that Potter won’t be a problem for us for the foreseeable future.”

"He got fired?" Pansy's voice was full of surprise, and she immediately began to flatter Malfoy, "I knew you could do it..."

“What? Of course not!” Malfoy interrupted her rudely. “Why would you think that?”

Pansy was clearly taken aback by Malfoy's strong reaction.

Malfoy feigned a yawn and said in a tired voice, "I'm very tired, Pansy. If you don't mind, I'm going back to bed now."

“Of course…” Pansy said blankly.

So she watched helplessly as Malfoy, accompanied by two bodyguards, went up the stairs.

Chapter 39 Destructive Thunder Arrow

In the magnificent spell practice room, Ivy held his Grimoire of Destruction, striking a pose that was both dashing and exuded the air of a master.

With a "whoosh," the Grimoire of Destruction in his hand opened, its pages moving without wind, and a profound and mysterious magic circle formed at the top of the pages with azure arcane light.

Ivy placed her free hand directly above the blue arcane radiance, and in the next moment, the arcane radiance transformed into a condensed and dazzling bolt of lightning.

"Destructive Thunder Arrow!" Ivy pointed, and the ball of lightning transformed into an arrow, instantly striking his target—a set of rusty metal armor.

The metal armor was shattered into pieces by the destructive power of the Thunder Arrow, with parts flying everywhere.

Of course, the power of the Destruction Thunder Arrow was not limited to that. A few seconds later, lightning flashed on the scattered parts, and even the metal rust that had been on their surfaces for who knows how long faded. Anyone with eyes could see that this was actually a secondary damage from the Destruction Thunder Arrow!

Seeing the effect of his spell, Ivy nodded in satisfaction.

Through tireless efforts, he has reached level three as a Scribe, which means he can now cast second-circle spells.

Among the second-circle spells, his favorite is "Mayouf's Strong Acid Arrow".

Of course, there are countless second-circle spells in D&D that have extremely high practical value.

For example, the Apparition Step can be understood as a 30-foot teleport. The casting action is extremely fast and almost impossible to interrupt. In Hogwarts, where Apparition is not possible, it has immeasurable potential.

But who can blame Ivy for being a power-based barbarian who loves casting fireballs? Even in that phenomenal MMORPG that was super popular back then, Ivy's favorite class was a fire mage who could cast Pyroblast in quick succession.

As a master of dark magic, Ivy can unleash powerful explosions, slice through steel with a cutting spell, wipe out a dozen poachers with a single bite of a melon, and even summon lightning from the sky using ancient magic.

However, unleashing a fireball with spectacular sound and light effects is still not an easy task for him.

"Fire God's Path" and "Blazing Flames" are respectively capable of summoning flames and controlling them. "Fiercefire" can even transform dark magic flames into fire monsters with a certain degree of intelligence, but turning flames into perfect spheres is not exactly a wizard's specialty.

Now that Ivy can learn magic from the D&D universe, Fireball is no longer out of reach, since it's only a 3rd-level spell. Ivy just needs to raise his Scrivener's Mage class level by two.

However, as his level increased, the work in the Potions classroom no longer provided a significant amount of experience, and Snape didn't have that many potion ingredients to process. After all, he was just one person, and even including the students in the seven years, there were less than 1000 people. This level of demand was really not a large number compared to Ivy, who could mass-produce Wizard Hands.

These days, when Ivy goes to the Potions classroom for solitary confinement, she simply summons an invisible servant to handle the situation, while she sits with her legs crossed, reading spellbooks borrowed from the library, or browsing for any worthwhile specializations to choose from.

Having obtained a second spell slot, Ivy immediately went to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of the castle.

By wandering through this corridor three times, where the tapestry of the giant club beating Banaba hangs, Ivy gains access to a room where she can unleash magic at will.

The place was decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, and there were props everywhere.

There are soft mats to prevent falls, targets and dummies for practice, various rusty armors, and even soft sofas for resting and tea breaks.

Destruction Bolt was the first second-level spell cast by Ivy.

It was actually a magical modification that Ivy made to Mayof's Acid Arrow by using the Awakening Grimoire.

In short, Ivy transformed the acid in Mayof's Acid Arrow spell into lightning. And she named it "Destructive Thunder Arrow."