From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

“Don’t expect me to thank you.” Cassandra looked up from the strawberry tart and stared at the candles above her head, showing no intention of eating the fruit.

“Oh, that’s enough.” Ivy noticed that Cassandra’s eyes widened and even the tips of her ears turned red.

Ivy sighed inwardly: What could be more fun than teasing classmates?

The answer is, to play a prank on a pretty classmate.

Chapter 17 Common Room

The fruit and desserts on the gold plate had all disappeared, indicating that the dinner was coming to an end.

Ivy looked toward the faculty and staff table and saw that Dumbledore had already stood up, and the once noisy Great Hall had become quiet.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, I have a few more words to say. At the start of the term, I have a few things to keep in mind." Dumbledore's white beard trembled, and his voice echoed in the Great Hall. "First, first-year students, all students are strictly prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest. And those of you who are not new to Hogwarts should also remember this."

Ivy knew that Dumbledore was referring to the Weasley twins, but for someone who always considered the Forbidden Forest his home, a warning from Dumbledore still carried some weight.

"Secondly, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the hallways during breaks."

Ivy could understand the Squib's anger.

"The Quidditch player selection process will then take place in the second week of the semester. Any student interested in joining the college team should contact Mrs. Hodge."

It's a high-risk individualistic sport; Ivy would rather sit on the sidelines and watch than get involved herself.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not wish to encounter an accident and die a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Oh, Ivy remembers this. It contains the Philosopher's Stone, the pinnacle of alchemy.

It can also be called the Philosopher's Stone or the Philosopher's Stone. It can turn base metals into precious metals and can also grant immortality.

The creator was Nicolas Flamel, who was also famous in the Muggle world and was usually known as Nicolas Flamel. He is said to have left behind a considerable number of alchemical writings, and even Newton studied his manuscripts.

Although Nicolas Flamel and his wife are currently alive thanks to an elixir of immortality made from the Philosopher's Stone, they can only be described as still alive.

A body that has lost its youthful vitality is powerless to do anything, and Ivy has no intention of ending up in the same situation as him.

Moreover, he is already 144 years old. Once he figured out the principle behind the ancient magic that made him young again, immortality would not be a dream at all, and he could even stay young forever.

Isn't this much better than Nicolas Lemour, who has osteoporosis so bad he can't even shake hands?

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore raised his wand and said loudly. The professors who had just been eating at the same table with him froze on their smiles.

Dumbledore tapped his wand lightly, and a long, golden ribbon of light floated out, twisting and coiling like a snake above the dining table to form lines of text. Those were the lyrics to the Hogwarts school song.

“Each of you choose your favorite tune,” said Dumbledore. “Ready, set, sing!”

Hogwarts x4

Please teach us knowledge, even if we are balding old people.

Even a child who has injured their knee can be open to interesting things.

Because right now our minds are empty, filled only with air, dead flies, and trivial matters.

Teach us valuable knowledge, restore what we've forgotten; all you need to do is your best.

We'll leave the rest to ourselves; we'll study hard until we turn to dust.

"Wow! That's amazing!" Ivy exclaimed lifelessly. "They actually managed to make the school song sound like a brawl. Luckily, there's only one school like that in all of England, otherwise Hogwarts would definitely have come in last place in the school song choir competition."

Dumbledore used his wand to direct the Weasley twins as they sang the final few notes of "Funeral March." Then, wiping away tears that might have welled up in his eyes from emotion, he said emotionally, "Music is more captivating than anything we've done here! It's bedtime now. Everyone, go back to your dorms."

Dumbledore's words marked the end of the opening banquet, a collective event, so Ivy immediately transformed her school robe back into the Slytherin relic robe.

Led by their respective prefects, the young wizards returned to their common rooms.

Ivy, Malfoy and his two bodyguards, Cassandra, and a few other Slytherin first-years whom Ivy didn't pay much attention to, led by Prefect Gemma Farley, through the crowd and into a staircase leading underground.

Slytherin's common rooms and bedrooms are all underground, next to the castle's dungeons.

The entrance looks like an unremarkable stone wall, but when Slytherin students approach, a giant stone serpent statue wriggles out of the wall, and only after the correct password is given will the serpent transform into the door to the common room.

"Honor." Prefect Gemma Farley uttered the command, and the giant serpent statue arched, transforming into the door to the common room. Before entering, Gemma turned to the young wizards and instructed them, "'Honor,' that's the password for the common room. It usually changes every two weeks and is posted on the bulletin board inside. Remember to check it, and don't forget the password, otherwise you'll have to wait for someone else to open the door for you."

The first-year students nodded silently, and Gemma then led them into the Slytherin common room.

This place looks like a long, narrow, and low dungeon, and in fact it is. Even the students' dormitories are mostly converted from prison cells.

Several lights, chained to the ceiling, hung from the ceiling, their green shades lending the lounge a somewhat chilly and eerie atmosphere.

However, the furniture in the common room is very luxurious. As the house with the most pure-blood nobles among its alumni, Slytherin receives a lot of furniture as gifts from various pure-blood families every year. Sometimes it's velvet cushions, and sometimes it's various tables and chairs with exquisite carvings.

In short, Slytherin may not be the most cozy and comfortable of the four houses, but it is certainly the most luxurious and extravagant.

The common room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks Hogwarts' Black Lake. Because the Slytherin common room is located underground, even during the day, very little light can get through the window, let alone now that it's nighttime, with only the dark lake water visible outside.

Waiting for Ivy and the other first-year students in the common room was another wizard. Judging from the badge on his chest, he was also a prefect, just like Gemma Farley.

"Welcome! Welcome to Slytherin," the prefect said. "You should know that before you entered Slytherin, Slytherin had already won the House Cup six times in a row. Therefore, our task this school year is to keep it in Slytherin."

Chapter 18 Pre-sleep Exercise

The male class leader's words are easy to understand: if we fail to retain the Academy Cup this year, it will definitely be the fault of you first-year students.

After all, we had already won the House Cup six times in a row before you enrolled. Slytherin lost the House Cup as soon as you arrived. This isn't a problem for you first-year students, so how could it be a problem for us "elite" students who have been at Hogwarts for years?

The male prefect looked at the Slytherin first-year students, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and nodded in satisfaction. He then began his self-introduction: "I am Gregor Travers. As you can tell from my name, I am one of the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Saints, though I don't often mention it."

As he said this, Ivy noticed that Malfoy puffed out his chest, perhaps because he was proud to be one of the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Saints.

“As everyone knows, Slytherin is a house that places great importance on bloodlines. Therefore…” Travers continued his pure-blood remarks, and Ivy listened as he said, “we need to know your bloodline, including whether your parents are wizards, and whether there are any Muggles among your immediate family. Of course, if you can tell me your origins just from your name…”

Gregor Travers didn't continue, but everyone understood what he meant.

As soon as Travers finished speaking, Malfoy took a smug step forward and loudly announced his name: "Draco Malfoy, also a member of the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Saints, it's a pleasure to meet you, Prefect."

Gregor Travers immediately put on a fake smile and shook hands with Malfoy.

Ivy shook her head, turned and left the group, heading towards the second floor of the common room, where there were rows of four-person dorm rooms.

"State your name, freshman! Where are you going?" Gregor Travers noticed Ivy's movements; after all, his robes, which always shimmered with a ghostly light, made him hard to miss.

“Oh! He’s Ivy Doom.” Malfoy seemed completely taken aback by this turn of events, but still offered an explanation for Ivy.

Gregor Travers' smile vanished, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Malfoy and said, "I believe you heard me. I was asking him, not you, Mr. Malfoy?"

“Mr. Doom?” Prefect Gemma Farley called out to Ivy. She was an intelligent female student with long chestnut hair and a pretty face. Among the Slytherin students who had produced a bunch of ugly children due to inbreeding, she was a breath of fresh air. “The silent levitation charm you cast at the dinner table was impressive, and of course, so was this robe.”

Ivy stopped and turned around on the stairs, looking at Gemma Farley and saying, "Thank you for the compliment, but it's getting late, I should go back and rest."

"In such a hurry to go back to sleep and grow taller?" Gregor Travers gave a mocking smile. "Neither the Silent Levitation Charm nor your fancy robes can save you. As your prefect, I need to teach you what the rules are. Mr. Doom?"

“Doom? Doom… Hmm, I’ve never heard of that surname before.” Gregor Travers kept talking. “Maybe it was inherited from some Mudblood? But that beautiful robe is definitely a treasure; it’s said to be able to transform into a suit?”

"Tsk tsk~ It's a pity your bloodline isn't worthy of it." Seeing that Ivy didn't answer, Gregor Travers pressed his advantage, "If I were you, I would offer it as a gift to some pure-blooded saint to seek protection, so that I might be able to do better in the future."

Ivy shook her head and started walking back down the stairs.

Golden light condensed in his hand, and he conjured the Grimoire of Destruction out of thin air. Ivy turned the pages, reached inside, and pulled out a pair of ivory-white riding gloves.

He was very fond of these exquisitely designed and elegantly colored gloves, which were trophies from his fight against crime and the pursuit of justice in the Forbidden Forest more than a hundred years ago.

Especially when you use it to slap someone's face.

"Snapped!"

The glove flew across half the common room and landed with a resounding slap across Greg Travers' face.

The quiet chatter that had been filling the common room suddenly stopped, and everyone was watching what was happening there.

"Pick it up." Ivy didn't want her good mood from the day to end like this, so she decided to use pre-sleep exercise to help herself get a good night's sleep.

"What?" Because Ivy's actions were so natural and completely deviated from his script, Gregor Travers didn't react at all and just asked blankly.

"Snapped!"

As everyone knows, a pair of gloves has two, so Ivy slapped Gregor Travers across the face with the other glove as well.

"Travers! This is a duel invitation!" Seeing that Gregor Travers still didn't react, the onlookers, who were always eager for a good show, started jeering. Ivy couldn't tell what grade he was in, but he didn't care.

“It’s not just a duel invitation,” Ivy corrected, “and it’s not just aimed at him.”

Ivy surveyed the entire common lounge, taking in the expressions on everyone's faces.

“Come on. This will be one of the few opportunities in your lives for you to face me directly.” Ivy took out her pale silver wand and ran her hand through her hair. “You seem to like talking about ‘pureblood’? Then let me see the ambition and strength that ‘pureblood’ has given you.”

"A mere freshman! I'd like to see where you get your confidence from!" Gregor Travers finally snapped out of his daze, his eyes blazing with fury as he roared and drew his wand.

"Swoosh." A beam of red light shot out from Ivy's wand, sending Gregor Travers flying. He crashed straight into the wall of the common room, which was covered with portraits of Slytherin alumni, before slamming heavily to the ground.

Gregor Travers was unable to utter a sound throughout the entire ordeal, as he had already lost consciousness after the first blow.

The other Slytherin upperclassmen, who had initially taken the matter as a joke, could no longer hide their shock. While many could still perform the Silent Levitation Charm, the Disarming Charm, as an offensive spell, was something anyone could use the Silent Charm technique to cast.

“The strong make the rules, the weak obey them.” Ivy strolled toward the center of the common room. “Come on, let me see what you’re made of.”

Chapter 19 Rebuilding Slytherin's Glory: Our Duty Is Inescapable

Ivy was undoubtedly provoking the Slytherin students in the common room.

The Slytherin upperclassmen, who had been watching the spectacle with amusement, looked at each other in disbelief, none of them having expected the situation to develop so suddenly.