From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

"Oh? Why would the wealthy Malfoys suddenly visit? And why would they go straight to the Minister of Magic?" Cornelius Fudge didn't quite understand. Although he had been entertained by many pure-blood families recently, the Malfoys had never invited him except for donations, as if they were really only concerned with business and not politics.

"Could it be related to that draft?" the secretary reminded her. "I remember he's a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors."

“Then please invite him in!” Cornelius Fudge said with a hint of anticipation. He suddenly remembered that Dumbledore always had a hard time getting along with these pure-blood families.

Chapter 103 Hagrid

Norbert grew very quickly; in just one week, he was already three times his original length.

Not only that, its fire-breathing ability has also made great progress. Normally, Norwegian Spinosaurus cubs do not learn to breathe fire so quickly. A week-old fire saurus can at most breathe out some smoke or sparks. Even precocious individuals will not be able to fully master the ability to breathe fire until at least a month later.

But Nobeta's foster mother was an elemental creature like Howling Flame, so perhaps some special elemental power acted on the little dragon's growth process, causing its fire-breathing organs to mature prematurely.

In short, Norbert is now able to breathe out a few small flames. While Hagrid is very excited about this, his all-wooden house doesn't seem to share the same view.

"Whoa! Hagrid! Your table is on fire again!" Harry yelled.

"Clear water like a spring!" This is the spell that the little witch Hermione is casting.

"What is it dissatisfied with?" Ron shouted angrily. "I'm almost feeding it Scabbers!"

Although Ivy's intervention prevented the three Gryffindor cubs from seeing the dragon egg, Norbeta, who had already hatched, was not as well-behaved as he had been inside the egg.

On an ordinary afternoon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had the following conversation.

"Where are you going? We haven't finished our study plan for today!" Hermione was worried about the two academic underachievers leaving her sight, as if they would be expelled from school for failing their exams if they lost her.

"Go find Hagrid!" Ron said without turning around. "We can't forget our friends just because we're studying! Gryffindor would never do that!"

"Work and rest in balance! It won't take us long!" Recently, Wood has completely given up hope of beating Slytherin in Quidditch, so Harry's daily Quidditch training is also very relaxed, which means that he also has to participate in every review session hosted by Hermione.

“You’re right! Hagrid has been at this school for decades, he must know what kind of questions the professors like to ask!” Although Hermione is a typical good student, she doesn’t mind doing some research on exams beforehand, at least she should know what the final exam process is like, right?

Hagrid usually welcomes his three children, but that day he unusually refused to let them have any further desire to explore.

Hagrid was someone who could never hide his true feelings, so in the blink of an eye, the three Gryffindor lion cubs took on the task of feeding Norbert.

“If it burns my robe, my mom will kill me!” Ron said angrily. He didn’t want another of his brothers’ old robes. “Hey! You should be watching the dead rat, not my hand!”

"Don't yell at it, Ron! Norber is still a baby!" Hagrid was preparing a plate of ferret sandwiches when he turned around and sternly stopped Ron from scaring the baby.

"It's a dragon!" Ron's eyes widened, looking at Hagrid as if he were seeing some kind of monster. "Not some little bunny! Aww…"

Now Harry and Hermione both know that they must not be distracted when feeding the dragon, or its tusks will get embedded in their flesh.

"Please help me!"

At Ron's urging, Harry bravely grabbed the dragon's long neck, while Hermione screamed, wondering what magic she could use to stop it all.

"Hey! Be careful! You're hurting it!" Hagrid put down what he was holding and rushed over to the three of them in a few quick steps.

“You’ve finally shown some responsibility as a friend, Hagrid. I can’t feel my fingers!” Ron tried to get the little dragon to let go, but it didn’t seem to work.

"Let go of it, Harry! It's suffocating!" Hagrid was anxious about the little dragon's safety, unsure of what to do with his hands.

“What? Are you serious?” Ron looked terrified. “I might lose a finger because of this! Pry its mouth open, Hagrid!”

"It's not that serious, it's just a minor injury." Hagrid soothed the little dragon with gentle movements, which seemed to have some effect, at least he was able to support the little dragon with his hands.

"Its teeth have already pierced Ron's finger!" Harry couldn't bear to see his best friend lose a finger, so despite Hagrid's objections, he risked prying open the dragon's mouth.

"Thank you! Thank you for saving my finger!" Ron said, his eyes brimming with tears. "Harry, you'll be my friend forever!"

Hagrid was too busy looking after the little dragon to pay any attention to Ron.

"Did I miss something?" Ivy appeared at the door of the cabin, looking at the chaotic group.

"You missed Norman's dinner!" Hagrid tossed a dead rat to the little dragon and asked gleefully, "How did it go?"

"It almost ate my finger for dinner!" Ron said resentfully.

“Of course there has been progress. Slytherin has always been adept at influencing the Ministry of Magic.” Ivy walked around the crates on the ground, which were Hagrid’s makeshift dragon nest for the little dragon, but the latter destroyed Hagrid’s three days’ worth of work in less than three minutes. Hagrid even praised it for its vitality.

“I don’t really like Slytherin,” Hagrid shrugged, cheerfully, “but it’s for Norber! Anyway, thanks for your help, Ivy.”

“Are you serious, Ivy?” Hermione couldn’t help but ask, “Helping Hagrid keep a dragon in the castle? Even if that’s illegal?”

“As you can see, I’m trying to make this legal.” Ivy smiled at Hermione, who immediately looked away from him.

Since thoroughly studying the "Book of Domination of Monsters," written from fragments of Tom's soul, Ivy has noticed that the little witches in the castle are completely afraid to look him in the eye. Fortunately, he has been acting as Professor Victor lately, rarely venturing into his original form, so so far he hasn't caused any trouble.

"Shouldn't you be concerned about the wounded first?" Ron cried out, clutching his finger as Harry busied himself trying to stop the bleeding.

“That’s true.” Ivy leaned closer to examine his wound and offered her advice, “The teeth of the Norwegian Spinosaurus are poisonous. Although it’s still small, it could still be fatal if left untreated.”

Ron gasped. "How much longer do I have to live? Will I have time to make a will?"

“Don’t worry, Ron, you won’t die,” Ivy reassured him. “We have the school hospital, and Mrs. Pomfrey can handle these kinds of things. I bet you’ll be fully recovered in no time.”

"Won't we expose Norber to her?" Hagrid asked worriedly.

“I’m about to die!” Ron couldn’t believe his friend could be so cold-blooded.

“It should be called Norbert, I told you, Hagrid.” Ivy still tried to correct Hagrid’s pronunciation. “The female Norwegian Spinosaurus is far more ferocious than the male!”

“Yes! Call it Bad Girl Norbert!” Ron couldn’t have agreed more.

"Hey!" Hagrid protested on behalf of Little Dragon, but the latter didn't appreciate it and burned off his big beard.

"Clear water like a spring!" Hermione had lost count of how many times she had used this spell today.

“As long as Ron doesn’t tell Mrs. Pomfrey, she won’t gossip,” Ivy reassured her.

"Thank God!" Ron exclaimed, behaving like a terminally ill patient who had found hope. "Harry, my good brother, will you come with me?"

"Why not?" Harry also wanted to leave Hagrid's cabin. Once the novelty of feeding the dragon wore off, the cabin, which was completely covered by Hagrid, became unbearably hot.

“I’ll go with you,” Hermione said, having helped Hagrid keep his beard. “Don’t let Nobeta burn your house down while I’m gone, Hagrid.”

It seems everyone agrees on Xiaolong's gender.

“Stay for dinner! I made ferret sandwiches!” Hagrid stood up to persuade his friends to stay, but they quickened their pace.

“Ivy?” Hagrid looked at another friend.

"I've already eaten, and besides, I have other things to do," Ivy politely declined. Hagrid's favorite food was indeed not suitable for most people.

"I really don't know how a first-year wizard can be so busy..." Hagrid muttered so loudly that it could be heard outside the house, but Ivy ignored him.

"Alright, alright. You're practically Norber's grandfather! As long as you come visit it often, that'll be fine." Hagrid reached out and scratched the little dragon's head, then casually dodged its attack.

"Goodbye," Ivy said with a smile as she said goodbye to her granddaughter.

From any perspective, Hagrid was a gifted man.

Their obvious physical talents go without saying, but what's even more remarkable is their connection to magical creatures.

What Ivy values ​​more is his talent in breeding magical creatures.

A thorough reading of the original work reveals that Hagrid was not exactly adept at dealing with magical creatures; his actions could almost be described as an anomaly.

What normal person could possibly hybridize a fire crab with a human-headed lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beast and successfully produce a new magical creature?

While the Fire Crab is only a Level XXX magical creature and not particularly dangerous, the Sphinx is a true Level XXXXX magical creature, on par with dragons and basilisks.

In Muggle terms, it's as absurd as crossing wolves and sheep and successfully producing offspring.

Although Hagrid's creation of the Blasttail in the original story was already outrageous enough, Ivy, a master of dark magic, felt it wasn't enough.

If Hagrid were given enough support, who knows, he might create magical creatures even more dangerous than the Basilisk?

As an idealistic and ambitious mage, Ivy felt that his future mage tower or floating city, in short, a base for researching magic, should need some dangerous creatures to guard it.

What could be a better helper than a half-giant who is skilled at breeding dangerous magical creatures?

So, in order to poach Dumbledore's man, Ivy, with Lucius's help, devised a little scheme.

Chapter 104 Letter from the Ministry of Magic

“Professor Victor! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in the faculty lounge, even though the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the first floor. It seems that even with half the number of class hours, Defense Against the Dark Arts is still a demanding job?” Professor McGonagall’s attire was slightly different from when Ivy last saw her, though she was still wearing a bright green robe. However, the pattern on the robe had changed, and if Ivy hadn’t always had such keen senses, she wouldn’t have noticed the subtle dark patterns.

“You’re right.” Ivy nodded silently and found a chair to sit down. Even though his physique had dropped to 14 due to the influence of the Philosopher’s Stone, he couldn’t continue studying magic non-stop after being tortured by the students. He felt it was time to relax a bit, which was why he came to the faculty lounge during this break.

The next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts for first-year Slytherins and Gryffindors. Fortunately, first-year wizards only had one class a week, so Ivy was able to catch her breath in the faculty lounge.

"Would you like a cup of tea, Professor Victor?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Ivy nodded and said, "Of course, just call me Victor."

“Very well, Victor.” Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and an exquisite ceramic teapot floated in the air to pour him a cup of tea. “There are also carrot cakes and muffins that Pomona brought, both of which are quite good.”

"Thank you," Ivy said briefly, and began to enjoy her dessert.

"Your 'mistake collection' review method is indeed quite good. The students' grades have stabilized a lot. Thanks to you, there aren't even many fifth-year students selling Bafite Brain-Boosting Potion this year." Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood. Apart from the occasional troublemaker deducting points from her own house, the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts hasn't had any major worries lately.

"Buffet Brain-Boosting Potion?" Ivy paused. He'd heard of this potion over a hundred years ago when he was in school. It was said to refresh the mind and enhance memory, and many wizards worried about their OWLs exams were trying to get their hands on some through various channels. Although Ivy was a fifth-grader at the time, his life revolved around using "Gnawing Gourd" to fight crime, so he didn't care much about how many OWLs certificates he could get, and therefore hadn't looked into this potion in detail.

Moreover, as far as he knew, things like "smart drugs" were notorious scams in the Muggle world, so it was hard to say what the "smart drugs" in the magical world were all about.

“I’ve heard of this stuff since I was at Hogwarts,” Ivy asked. “Is it really as effective as they say?”

“Of course you’ve heard of it, after all, you graduated from Hogwarts!” Professor Flitwick, sitting next to him, joined the conversation. “What kind of Buffet’s Brain-Boosting Potion did you hear about? Was it a shiny brown liquid? Or a dark, hard-to-swallow powder?”

I never said I graduated from Hogwarts; I only said I studied at Hogwarts.