From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

"Destruction" is Ivy's surname "Doom", so this spell can also be called "Doom Thunder Arrow".

Many common spells in the D&D universe begin with a person's name, such as "Mayouf's Acid Arrow," "Tasha's Laughter," and "Mordoncan's Disintegration."

Those who could put their names before their spells were all extremely famous and powerful mages. Ivy named his spell "Thunderbolt of Destruction" precisely to emulate their deeds.

Ivy had long planned that one day her name would appear in magic, not in this self-amusing way, but in a way that was widely recognized by people.

In fact, besides Thunderbolt of Destruction, this spell can have various other versions, but because Ivy only has a level 3 Scribe Wizard rank, she can only learn two from a bunch of available spells.

I have to say, this is absolutely infuriating!

What's the difference between this and letting a starving person watch barbecue through a glass window?

Fortunately, Ivy can acquire knowledge about various spells from the Grimoire of Destruction by spending experience points, but turning them into spells that can be cast requires a long period of learning and mastery.

Therefore, the two factors that limit Ivy's growth potential are experience points and the length of her life.

Right now, there happens to be a magic stone in the castle that's said to grant immortality. Although Ivy doesn't actually intend to use it to prolong her life, researching it wouldn't be illegal, right? Not to mention, it can even create gold!

Who would complain about having too much money?

Ivy enjoyed afternoon tea on the soft sofa in the spell practice room before happily leaving the eighth floor of the castle for the library.

But while descending the spiral staircase, Ivy encountered a guy he didn't quite like—Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts master.

“Mr. Du... Mr. Dum!” The turban, emitting an unpleasant odor, called out to Ivy.

The latter had to feign surprise and say, "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you, Professor Quirrell."

“No…it’s alright.” Professor Quirrell was very understanding. If only the “younger generation” behind his head could be like him. “I just wanted to ask…why haven’t I seen you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for so long?”

“Hmm.” Ivy hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth, “Because I think we need to focus our limited energy on more worthwhile things.”

Chapter 40 The Younger Generation: Voldemort

Ivy only attended one Defense Against the Dark Arts class during the first week of school and found that Professor Quirrell was just like in the original novel, simply reading the textbook verbatim.

This greatly disappointed Ivy, who had been hoping Voldemort would offer some insightful views on the Dark Arts, and she never attended another Defense Against the Dark Arts class after that.

As for the other courses for first-year wizards.

Because when Ivy attended Hogwarts, he was a fifth-year student, facing not only the final OWL exams but also the threat of Lanlock, who led a goblin rebellion. Therefore, he had to resort to unconventional methods to learn, and he had no experience with the magic courses from the first to the fourth year.

Besides, there are nice-speaking classmates and teachers in the class. Just for these interesting guys, Ivy can't miss the magic class.

As for Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts, since wizards in this position are destined to be expendable, it means Ivy doesn't need to deliberately maintain a relationship with him. Anyway, he'll be dead in less than a year, and Ivy will have another professor.

Therefore, Ivy had absolutely no intention of playing along with him.

As for Voldemort, who was hiding under Quirrell's turban?

He's just a junior on the path of dark magic, not to mention that he doesn't even have a physical form yet, just a wisp of steam or a shadow.

Professor Quirrell, who was in the fourth-floor stairwell, nearly bulged his eyes upon hearing Ivy's audacious statement: "I...I...I'm sorry you would think that way...but if...you have any other ideas about Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

“No. Thank you.” Ivy interrupted him impatiently, her gaze sweeping past Quirrell’s head and looking down into the corridor behind him. At the end of this corridor was the room where the Philosopher’s Stone was kept, but the Philosopher’s Stone wasn’t there yet.

Quirrell took a deep breath and then exhaled more of the garlic-smelling gas.

Ivy gave a disgusted look and then cast a head-bubbling spell on herself.

Quirrell was clearly taken aback by Ivy's actions. He glared at her and said, "I hope Professor Snape knows that you skipped Defense Against the Dark Arts."

“Of course.” Actually, Ivy didn’t know if Snape knew about this, but that didn’t stop her from setting a trap for him. “I’m learning Defense Stance from Professor Snape, so you don’t need to worry about that, Professor Quirrell.”

“I’m in a hurry to get to the library. If you have any other questions, go ask Professor Snape.” Ivy decided to end this pointless conversation.

"Wait!" Just as Ivy turned to leave, Quirrell called out to him. This time, his voice was no longer trembling and stuttering, but filled with obvious anger. "Mr. Doom, I have no intention of commenting on Snape's teaching ability, but you should at least know that I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Ivy raised an eyebrow: "Looks like you can speak properly now. I thought you were always a stutterer, Professor Quirrell."

“I just don’t want you to go astray, Mr. Doom.” Quirrell wore a haughty smile. “Snape might teach you some interesting ‘tricks’ in the basement, but you’ll soon understand who the truly respectable people are…”

“Perhaps…Dumbledore?” Ivy knew who was talking to him, so he deliberately provoked him. “He is the recognized master of magic and the most powerful wizard of the 20th century.”

Quirrell's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly smiled again. "I understand what you mean, Mr. Doom. But Dumbledore won't live forever."

Quirrell pulled out a note from his pocket, scribbled something on it, and handed the finished product to Ivy: "Take this, Mr. Doom. I'm sure you'll find more interesting things in the library's restricted section, and perhaps then we can discuss the true mysteries of magic again."

When Ivy arrived at the library with her permission to access the restricted section, she still couldn't figure out what Professor Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, was up to.

Why is this person so indifferent to criticism?

I provoked you like that, and not only did we not fight, but you even forced a note about the forbidden book section onto my hand?

So what exactly did Voldemort misunderstand?

Could it be that making Horcruxes made him stupid?

Ivy decided not to concern herself with what someone who wasn't very bright was thinking.

Now that I've got my hands on the notes for the restricted book section, it would be a shame not to take a look.

The Scholar's Touch, activated!

When Ivy, having used up all her first-ring spell slots, walked out of the restricted section with a sense of lingering satisfaction, she found Harry and Ron sitting on the library chairs, scratching their heads in frustration.

I haven't seen them for a while since that duel that night. I imagine they've made great progress with their homework.

“It’s Ivy!” Ron nudged Harry with his elbow. “If he’d let us copy his homework, we could go back and check on that broom sooner.”

Upon hearing the word "broom," Harry's previously anxious face instantly brightened with anticipation. He turned his head and stared intently at Ivy.

"I think I heard the word 'broom'?" Ivy was very interested in seeing the flying brooms of the new century, especially the high-end products from the Lightwheel Corporation.

As a means of transportation for wizards, flying brooms have undergone many technological changes.

Over a hundred years ago, flying brooms were all custom-made, like magic wands. However, due to the much more complex technology involved, even skilled broom makers couldn't be very efficient.

Therefore, a good flying broom is usually very expensive and hard to come by.

This is why Mrs. Hooch considered Ivy's Moon Dream to be an antique with extremely high collectible value.

In the new century, the most important innovation of flying broomsticks was the mass production process. Comet Company and Sweeper Company hired many male and female witches to work together on the assembly line, with each person responsible for only one step of the production process.

This not only greatly increased the production of flying brooms, but also enhanced their secrecy.

Until the emergence of Lightwheel Inc., Sweep and Comet were the most dazzling brands on the market.

There are no brooms made by the Nimbus Company in Hogwarts Castle, except for the one kept in the Gryffindor bedroom.

Ivy was very curious about the construction of the new-age flying broomsticks, especially the "Brake Spell" that Lightwheel Corporation held an exclusive patent for.

Maybe we can use that research point to find other flying gadgets, like flying swords or flying skateboards.

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, then Harry quickly and quietly said, "If I could take a look at your homework..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivy's homework had already been thrown on the table.

Chapter 41 Braking Charms and the Creation of Curious Objects

The agreement between Ivy and Harry was very simple.

Since Harry only needs to do Quidditch training three times a week, the Nimbus 2000 often just sits in his dorm room, giving Ivy the opportunity to study this latest flying broomstick.

In exchange, Ivy only had to do homework other than Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry and Ron also asked why Ivy never did Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

Ivy's original words were: "Because of Voldemort's curse, the professor of this course usually does not live to see the end of the semester, so I don't need to hand in homework to a guy who is destined to fall by the wayside."

“Cool.” Ron nodded in agreement. “If it weren’t for my mom sending me howling letters, I wouldn’t have turned in my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.”

To thoroughly study the flying broomstick, Ivy also found a very useful specialty in the Grimoire of Destruction: creating artifacts.

The ability to create magical items allows spellcasters to reach level 3 and use magic to create magical items that meet certain conditions, but it requires a certain amount of time, money, and experience points. Of course, the materials for creating magical items must be provided by the caster themselves.

Ivy was very interested in this.

Having failed to combine wizarding magic with D&D wizarding magic, he attempted to use the method of creating artifacts to organically combine the magical powers of the two worldviews into a single object.

His idea was simple: to give a strange creature the ability to fly.

For example, if he were to imbue a crystal ball with the ability to cast evocation spells, and then make it fly through the methods of a wizard, wouldn't that somewhat recreate the appearance of the blood mage Kael'thas?

If there were three such wondrous crystal balls, each capable of unleashing lightning, fire, and ice spells respectively, wouldn't that be the Invoker Kael?

With such great interest, Ivy immediately threw herself into the research.

The first thing to solve is disassembling the flying broom.

Ivy certainly lacks the relevant work background and experience, but the Scholar's Touch and the ability to create artifacts will solve everything for him.

The former allowed him to read the "Flying Broom Repair Manual" in an instant, while the latter gave him the ability to repair flying brooms.

After a brief preparation, Ivy didn't hesitate to dismantle Harry's Nimbus 2000 into eight pieces.

Fortunately, this happened inside the Room of Requirement, and Harry didn't stand by to watch. Otherwise, seeing Nimbus 2000 with every single branch being removed, he would have frantically called the police like a boiling kettle.

The structure of a flying broom is actually not complicated; it consists of a wooden stick, branches, foot pedals, and metal hoops to secure the branches.

But when these ordinary parts are imbued with magic and combined one by one, it becomes a wizard's single-person flying machine.

It incorporates many interesting magical techniques, starting with a protective spell to safeguard the patented enchantment and broom structure. This spell can protect against some less malevolent dark magic, but in the hands of Ivy, a master of dark magic, it is practically useless.