From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

Tom's answer was no surprise to Ivy, which was consistent with his current situation of creating Horcruxes to survive. Just look at the face behind Quirrell's head; there was no sign of life. He had only met Ivy once last semester and had not appeared since.

In addition, the dark magic Quirrell used to test Harry was blocked by the anti-dark magic spell that Ivy had placed on Nimbus 2000, making Voldemort, who was hiding behind Harry's head, even more afraid to show himself.

If he hadn't used unicorn blood to gain his cursed life, he might not have even dared to face Harry Potter.

In the original book, Voldemort hid behind Quirrell's head for the entire school year. After Quirrell's repeated attempts to test him, he realized that Harry was not the born dark wizard he had imagined, but just a young wizard who had just stepped into the magical world.

Upon discovering this, he immediately ordered Quirrell to slaughter unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, regaining some of his power through the curse in their blood. He even broke into the room containing the Philosopher's Stone just as Dumbledore left the school, and even fought Harry one-on-one at the last moment.

As we all know, Voldemort was overwhelmed by Harry's merciless iron hand and love magic, and fled, leaving Quirrell half-dead.

That's why Ivy said that his arrogance and shortsightedness were almost ingrained traits, and even the soul in the Horcrux was no exception.

Ivy wrote in her diary: "Perhaps you don't know, but Voldemort was defeated by a newborn child, and the once mighty Death Eaters scattered overnight. Although Voldemort himself did not die for the time being because of the Horcruxes, he could only exist as a shadow temporarily attached to other small creatures. Do you think this can be called living?"

Tom's diary remained silent for a long time, seemingly processing the information contained in those few short sentences.

After a long while, ink reappeared in the diary, looking half-dead and weak: "I refused death, which is a great achievement. This is immortality."

The words quickly disappeared, and a new line of ink appeared: "What price must I pay for you to resurrect me?"

"Don't you understand yet, Tom?" Ivy wrote with a mocking tone, "You have no trump cards. You will become my research subject, nothing more."

"You are a great master of dark magic, and my skill in this area is far inferior to yours, but I know many secrets hidden in Hogwarts. You must be curious about the secrets of Slytherin, one of the four great masters, right?" The ink on the diary seemed urgent and sincere, and even used a respectful title.

“Tom, Tom, why are you so arrogant at first and so obsequious now?” Ivy continued, “No matter how many secrets you know, I will know them in your soul. I hope you remember this and wait for that day with fear. Believe me, it won’t be long.”

Ivy closed the diary, added a Mind-Damaging Arrow, and ended the conversation amidst Tom's agonizing groans.

Ivy already had a plan in mind for how to deal with Tom Riddle in the diary.

There are many worthwhile spells in the Necromancer class in DND. The two closest to Ivy are the 5th-level Drain Energy spell and the 6th-level Soul Cage spell. The former requires Ivy to raise the Scrivener's Mage to level 9, and the latter requires level 11.

As long as Ivy stops creating artifacts and focuses on grinding monsters in the Forbidden Forest, he should be able to reach those two levels in no time.

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It hasn't been an easy journey.

First and foremost, I want to thank all the readers who have diligently followed this book. Without your support, this book would never have made it to the third round of recommendations.

As a newcomer, this book has encountered various problems, but I believe I have the ability and determination to finish it.

To be honest, I planned the outline for this book to be quite lengthy, as you can tell from the title. It's at least about writing the story of two magic schools.

Furthermore, Stryhaven is just a small part of Wizards of the Coast's vast universe, and it can be connected to both D&D and Magic: The Gathering. If we were to expand on it, there would be so much to write about.

Personally, I hope to integrate the worldviews of HP and D&D (and perhaps Magic: The Gathering) in a relaxed and accessible way. If there are any differences from what you know, please don't doubt it; feel free to consider it a personal interpretation! (This is armor stacking, without a doubt.)

However, Ivy's primary focus should be on her studies and life at Hogwarts, and continuing to grow step by step.

Whether it's the magical creatures that players have kept as pets in The Legacy of Hogwarts, or Cassandra from after the Great War, I will try my best to complete a story with a beginning and an end that is self-consistent.

Stay tuned, everyone!

Finally, I would like to thank my editor, Peng Lai. Without his help, this novel would never have been seen by everyone!

Lastly, regarding extra chapters—I really wanted to write 10,000 chapters a day, but my abilities are indeed limited. However, I will definitely work hard to improve my skills and one day become a true tentacle monster!

I'll be updating three times a week for the next week, and then randomly adding extra chapters from time to time...hehe...

Chapter 85 Dragon Mother

Ivy is thinking.

The first-ring spellcaster's Touch allows the caster to read an entire book in seconds simply by touching it.

If he removes the book covers and table of contents, and then staples multiple books together, could he read several books at the same time using a single Scholar's Touch?

But after glancing at the feather duster in Mrs. Pince's hand, the librarian wisely dismissed the idea. One should never disturb a vigilant librarian.

Ivy dismissed the thought and pulled a book from the forbidden section of the bookshelf, its cover faintly oozing blood.

The cover had a strange feel, reminiscent of some kind of leather, but finer than sheepskin and softer than cowhide. The title, "Blood in Bones," was written in scarlet lettering on the cover. Only Ivy's favorite dark magic books would be named with such sinister words, so Ivy decided to borrow it through Professor Quirrell's permission.

Only when using this approval slip would Ivy address Quirrell as "Professor" with reverence for knowledge.

As Ivy checked in at the counter, Mrs. Pince stared at him with a wary yet regretful look, as if he were a misguided dark wizard. However, with Professor Quirrell's permission slip for the restricted section, Mrs. Pince had no reason to prevent Ivy from borrowing books from the restricted area.

To be honest, Ivy was already immune to Mrs. Pines's gaze. If she hadn't already used up all her first-circle spell slots for today, Ivy would definitely have lingered here a little longer.

"Hagrid! What are you doing at the library?"

Ivy and Mrs. Pines turned to look and saw Hagrid, wearing his mole-skin coat, shuffling toward a long table where his three wizard friends were sitting, his hands behind his back, holding a book in a furtive manner.

“Dragons for entertainment and profit,” Ivy read the book’s title softly, and Mrs. Pince gave him a surprised look.

“You have bright eyes, Mr. Doom.” Mrs. Pince lowered her head, letting her eyes peek out from behind her thick glasses. “I was like that when I was young, but later, my thirst for knowledge led me to inadvertently wear these heavy glasses. As someone who has been through it all, I have a piece of advice for you: when you read, you must maintain good posture, and the light should not be too bright or too dim. Only by protecting your eyesight can you read more books.”

“Thank you for your advice, Mrs. Pince.” Ivy nodded. Although he mostly used magic to read, he would occasionally read something else to pass the time. “Does Hagrid come to the library often?”

“Not often,” Mrs. Pince said, turning her gaze back to the borrowing list. “But every time it appears, it’s memorable, and it’s always related to magical creatures. Last time it was a Chimera, this time it’s a fire dragon, who knows what it will be next?”

"Thunderbird or Purple Horned Beast?" Ivy casually chimed in.

However, Mrs. Pince shook her head firmly and said, "Impossible. They are all XXXX-level magical creatures. Hagrid generally prefers those that are more dangerous, such as the XXXXX-level creatures. Dragons and Chimeras are both of this level. Alright, Mr. Doom, sign here and you can leave with the book."

Chimeramon, more commonly known as the Chimera Beast, is a magical creature that combines features of multiple biological species. It appears in various fantasy universes and can also be translated as a chimera beast. In the Harry Potter universe, however, the specific Chimeramon refers to a monster with the head of a lion, the body of a goat, and the tail of a dragon; it is an oviparous, dangerous, and ferocious beast.

In the D&D universe, chimeras typically appear as multi-headed monsters, possessing a variety of magical abilities, capable of breathing fire, and even flying. They are usually created by reclusive, evil mages to guard their mage towers or particularly important vaults.

It just so happens that Hogwarts currently has an evil wizard, and he happens to have a particularly important secret chamber. Perhaps we should put one or two terrifying monsters in the secret chamber to enhance its security.

After thanking Mrs. Pince, Ivy left the library reception desk with "Blood in Bones." Hagrid's reason for borrowing the Dragon Raising Manual from the library was simple: Quirrell had taken action.

It must be said that among the many professors who set up obstacles for the Philosopher's Stone, Hagrid was indeed the easiest to overcome.

If you treat the beast correctly, this passionate half-giant is willing to reveal all his secrets to you.

There was once an opportunity to raise a black dragon from the Hebrides Islands, but he failed to seize it. Now that Hagrid has an egg of a Norwegian Ridgeback, Ivy has no choice but to join in the fun.

"Hagrid." Ivy greeted him with a smile, stood up from the chair in front of Hagrid's cabin, and easily turned the chair back into stone with her wand.

"Ivy!" Hagrid was clearly surprised, not expecting to see Ivy at this time.

"What, you're not welcoming me?" Ivy shoved the "Blood in Bones" into the Grimoire of Destruction and asked with a smile.

Hagrid glanced around nervously, then stammered, "Of course...you're welcome...but my room is a bit messy, maybe...maybe it's not really suitable for entertaining guests..."

"So...you're really planning to raise a dragon?" Ivy asked in a low voice, staring at the large book peeking out from the pocket of Hagrid's mole-skin coat.

"What?!" Hagrid turned around in alarm, as if someone was about to kick him out of school. "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then why do you keep the curtains drawn so tightly and the fireplace burning so brightly?" Ivy looked back at Hagrid's cabin. Even on such a warm spring day, not a single ray of light could penetrate it, and the stone chimney on the wooden roof was billowing black smoke.

"Come on," Hagrid said, his beard and eyebrows scrunched up in frustration, reluctantly inviting Ivy, "Just don't tell anyone else about this!"

Hagrid took out a brass key, fiddled with the lock on the wooden door for a while, and then pushed the door open to let Ivy in.

After Ivy slipped under his arms into the room, Hagrid peeked out with his furry head and looked around for a while to make sure no one was following him before closing and locking the door.

The room was as hot as Ivy had expected, but the first thing Hagrid did upon entering was to squat down in front of the fire and examine the dark egg.

Unlike the dragon eggs Ivy had seen in the Fire Serpent Party arena over a hundred years ago, this dark egg lacked any bright colors or shimmering rings. Perhaps it was due to insufficient indoor lighting, but Ivy preferred to believe that the furnace fire had left a layer of carbon buildup on the eggshell.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Hagrid's smiling face looked kind in the firelight as he gazed intently at the egg in the fire, seeking approval from Ivy beside him.

Ivy couldn't see what was so beautiful about this dark egg. Perhaps for someone like Hagrid, the fact that it was a dragon egg was beautiful enough?

"Norwegian Spinosaurus, right?"

"Oh! That's right, but how did you recognize me?" Hagrid got up from the fire and hung his heavy mole-skin coat on the wall. It seemed that even though Hagrid had half giant blood, he couldn't avoid sweating under the high temperature of the fire.

“Remember? I saved many dragons more than a hundred years ago.” Ivy sat in Hagrid’s big sofa, shifting her bottom to find a comfortable position. “Back then, I thought I would have the chance to raise a dragon myself.”

"Wow!" Hagrid's eyes sparkled, as if he had seen a like-minded friend. "I knew no one could resist their charm!"

“But the dragons in the Fire Serpent Arena are too big, wild and untamed, and full of wariness towards humans. Letting them return to nature should be the best solution.” Ivy glanced at the huge egg under the kettle again. “It would be more appropriate to raise dragons from the eggs, like you have done. After all, feelings should be cultivated from a young age.”

Hagrid nodded repeatedly at what he said, as if raising dragons was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but a long-planned one.

“But Hagrid, have you considered where you’re going to keep it when it grows up?” Ivy gestured for him to look at her wooden furniture. Putting a fire-breathing dragon in a wooden house was clearly not a wise decision.

Hagrid suddenly hesitated, saying tentatively, "...Perhaps the Forbidden Forest would be a good place... But who cares? It's just a harmless egg right now! You can't deprive it of its right to hatch just because it might show danger later!"

Ivy was skeptical that the "danger" Hagrid mentioned actually meant the same thing as the word he knew, and he also didn't expect that Hagrid, who was not good with words, could speak so coherently about magical creatures.

Ivy nodded and said, “You’re right, we can’t take away its right to be born. But I still have to remind you that keeping dragons is illegal. Back in 1709, at the Wizarding Conference, a law was officially passed banning the keeping of dragons.”

“Hmm… speaking of which… I guess that’s why that person wanted to get rid of it…” Hagrid hesitated, rubbing his hands together, and looked at Ivy expectantly. “So you’ll keep it a secret, right?”

“Of course,” Ivy readily agreed. “After all, I’m not exactly a law-abiding citizen either.”

"Great! I knew I hadn't misjudged you, Ivy!" Hagrid beamed and immediately went to pour Ivy some tea—yes, the kind of tea that was heated in the kettle above the dragon egg.

"But have you thought about how to tell Dumbledore?" Ivy watched as Hagrid picked up tea leaves from a small cloth bag embroidered with a badger and put them into a cup. It might have been a gift from Professor Sprout. At least Ivy knew that many magical herbs required the excrement of magical animals as fertilizer.

"I haven't had a chance yet... but I think he'll find out... Think about it, he's the headmaster of Hogwarts, what in this castle can be kept from him?" Hagrid carefully folded the small cloth bag containing tea leaves, a hint of unease on his face. He had already caused Dumbledore enough trouble, and the three-headed dog guarding the Philosopher's Stone was one of them.

There are many things Old Bee doesn't know, including the two terrifying Dark Lords in the school, the two Horcruxes of Voldemort, an unregistered Animagus, and the various secret passages in the castle.

However, Ivy believed that Dumbledore already knew about the dragon eggs, after all, Hagrid and Quirrell made the deal in front of his brother Aberforth.