From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 105 Letter from the Ministry of Magic

"Professor Victor! I haven't seen you in the staff lounge for a while, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the first floor. It seems that even if the number of class hours is reduced by half, Defense Against the Dark Arts is still a difficult job?" Professor McGonagall's clothes were different from the last time Ivy saw her, but the main part was still an emerald green robe. However, the patterns on the robe had changed. If Ivy had not always had a keen sense, he would not have been able to notice those restrained dark patterns.

"You're right." Ivy nodded silently and found a chair nearby to sit down. Even though his physical condition had dropped to 14 points under the influence of the magic stone, he couldn't continue to study magic without stopping after being tortured by students. He felt it was time to relax a little, so he came to the staff 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 take a break in the staff room.

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

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

"Okay, Victor." Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the exquisite ceramic teapot was suspended in the air and poured him a cup of tea. "Here are the carrot cakes and muffins that Pomona brought. They are both very good."

"Thank you." Ivy thanked him briefly and started to enjoy the dessert.

"Your review method called 'wrong question collection' is really good. The students' grades have stabilized a lot. Thanks to you, there are not even many fifth-year students selling Buffy Brain Refresher this year." Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood. Apart from the occasional troublemakers who deducted points from her own house, the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts really had no worries recently.

"Buffy Brain Refresher?" Ivy paused. He had heard of this potion when he was in school more than a hundred years ago. It was said to be able to refresh the mind and enhance memory. Many wizards who were worried about the OWLs exam were trying to get some through various channels. Although Ivy was in the fifth grade at the time, the focus of his life was mainly on using "Big Melon" to fight crime. Therefore, he didn't care much about how many OWLs certificates he could get, so he didn't learn about 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 wizarding world were like.

"I heard about this thing when I was still at Hogwarts," Ivy asked. "Does it really work as the legend says?"

"Of course you've heard of it. After all, you graduated from Hogwarts!" Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, joined the conversation. "What did you hear about the Buffy's Brain Stimulant like? Was it a shiny brown liquid? Or a black, hard-to-swallow powder?"

I never said I graduated from Hogwarts, I just said I was studying at Hogwarts.

Ivy mentally refuted Professor Flitwick's words, then remained calm and said, "There are multiple versions? Does that mean it's really a hoax?"

"Absolutely!" Professor Flitwick applauded, then asked curiously, "Victor, can you tell me which house you are from? We've discussed this several times here without any result!"

"When Minerva heard you were going to give a confrontational lesson in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, she whispered to us that you were probably a Gryffindor," Professor Flitwick began speaking rapidly. "But I think you're more like a Ravenclaw, smart and efficient!"

"I'm a Slytherin," Ivy answered honestly.

"Wow! What a surprising answer!" Professor Flitwick pushed his round glasses. "Although Severus has never participated in our discussion, I dare say he is also very curious about it. If he heard it, he would probably laugh for a long time in the dungeon!"

Ivy imagined Professor Snape's happy laughter and shuddered. It must be said that some people are born with unhappy faces. He is indeed more suitable for disdainful sneers and sarcastic ridicules.

"Victor." Professor McGonagall interrupted the scene in Ivy's mind. "There's not much time left until the final exams. Don't forget to prepare a final exam for them. But the seventh and fifth years don't need one. Mrs. Marchbank from the Wizarding Examinations Authority can do it."

Ivy had just responded when an owl flew in from the window and interrupted their conversation. It landed on the windowsill and kept knocking on the window glass with its curved beak.

Professor McGonagall moved the clutter from the window, opened it, and let it in.

The beautiful owl immediately stared at Professor McGonagall and dropped a letter next to her hand.

The envelope was carefully wrapped and looked neat and clean. The wax seal on the envelope was a capital "M" with something like a magic wand standing in the middle of the "M".

"A letter from the Ministry of Magic?" Professor McGonagall frowned after just one look. "They should send the letter to the headmaster's office!" It seems that even the always serious Professor McGonagall doesn't like dealing with the Ministry of Magic.

"Perhaps Albus has left school again?" Professor Flitwick said in Dumbledore's defence. "He always has lots of meetings to attend, you know, Minerva."

The owl from the Ministry of Magic looked at the snacks on the tea table, but there was obviously nothing it liked, so it just called loudly twice and then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Not waiting for a reply?" Professor McGonagall flipped the envelope back and forth in her hands. "Could it be another notice of a surprise inspection?"

"Oh! I don't want to hide this magic book I just opened." Professor Flitwick twisted his fingers awkwardly and offered his own suggestion. "Open it, Minerva. If you don't open it, you will never know what's inside."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, pulled a piece of paper from the envelope, and read with a frown, "'Qualification Review of Magical Creature Breeding and Breeding Facilities'? What does that mean? I don't remember submitting any relevant application."

"Perhaps Albus has suggested it?" Professor Flitwick speculated. "There are indeed many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but I'm afraid only two people would be happy to establish a breeding base at Hogwarts."

"It couldn't possibly be Dumbledore. He's not the type to find trouble for himself. As for Sylvanus and Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall waved the paper in her hand. "This doesn't seem like something they would do."

The Silvanus mentioned by Professor McGonagall refers to the current professor of Care of Magical Creatures. He is an old wizard who has replaced many of his limbs (bitten off by magical creatures) with prosthetic limbs, but his love for magical creatures is no less than that of Hagrid.

Ivy understood that Lucius's Galleon offensive had succeeded. It seemed that once the money was in place, the Ministry of Magic, which had been so slow to act, would finally be able to act decisively.

The door to the staffroom creaked open, and Professor Sprout, always smiling, came in. "What are you talking about, Minerva?" She turned to Ivy and said, "Nice to see you in the staffroom, Professor Victor."

Professor McGonagall read her the letter from the Ministry of Magic, but she interrupted her soon. Professor Sprout asked with interest, "Minerva, I seem to have heard of 'breeding and breeding of magical animals'? Will they allow us to raise dragons? Moonbeasts are also fine. Their feces are very good fertilizer. Maybe I can even open a fourth greenhouse!"

Professor McGonagall glanced at Professor Flitwick, who made a who-would-have-thought gesture at him.

"Pomona," Professor McGonagall patiently stopped Professor Sprout's fantasy about the Fourth Greenhouse, "This is just a qualification test, and we are still unsure of the Ministry of Magic's attitude."

"Anyway, excuse me, everyone." Professor McGonagall walked towards the door. "I must find Dumbledore and talk to him about the information on this paper."

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout both nodded in understanding and watched the latter leave the staff room.

When Ivy first discussed raising dragons with Lucius, he made Lucius an offer he couldn't refuse.

Invite other family members of the Hogwarts Board of Directors to build a large magical animal base in the school, and use the produced magical animal materials to maintain the daily expenses of Hogwarts. You can also recruit young wizards who are interested in working in related industries in the school.

Once the breeding base is built, not only will the school board be able to profit from it, but students will also be able to see many magical animals that they don't usually see, which will not only help them learn the course "Protecting Magical Creatures", but also reduce the operating costs of the breeding base to a certain extent. After all, students are useful workers. Juniors can be responsible for feeding, collecting feces and cleaning, while seniors can be responsible for collecting materials about magical animals. Practicing with real objects is much more three-dimensional than imagining things in books.

In this way, Hogwarts cultivated students who made outstanding achievements in magical creatures, the young wizards studying in the castle enriched their extracurricular activities, the board of directors collected funds, the professors were able to use the magical creature materials produced by Hogwarts, and Hagrid was able to fulfill his lifelong dream. Even Ivy's plan for various synthetic magical creatures could be covered up. Finally, the Ministry of Magic gained political achievements and established its authority in the matter.

Everyone has a bright future, except for the neglected principal Dumbledore, whose burden becomes heavier, because if something happens to the breeding base, he will be the first to suffer, because he is the person with the primary responsibility for Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Ivy estimated the time and drank the remaining black tea in the cup. Then he stood up from the armchair and said hello to Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout. "It's almost time to go back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Thank you for the cake and muffins, Professor Sprout."

(End of this chapter)