From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 106: Magical Energy Explosion

Thanks to the fact that Professor Victor was an image of a dignified middle-aged wizard and the terribly distorted rumors about him in the school, the first-year wizards who had just lost Professor Quirrell did not dare to cause any trouble in his class.

Of course, Seamus Finnigan, the "explosive genius" who couldn't control his talent, and Neville Longbottom, who got into trouble when he was nervous, were not among them.

Fortunately, Ivy knew the nature of these two people very well, so he was especially careful about them in every class. Therefore, apart from Simo blowing down a wall, no extreme incidents had occurred in the first-grade classroom during this period.

Today, Ivy will lead them to learn "Repel the Enemy Three Feet", which is an upgraded version of the Repel Spell. It was one of Ivy's specialties more than a hundred years ago. Not only can it knock the enemy into the air, but it can also cause displacement by using the ground as a target. In short, this is a spell that has miraculous effects on both offense and defense.

Moreover, the established curriculum for first-year wizards includes a plan to learn repelling spells, so "repel the enemy three feet away" can be considered an additional extension.

Before the class bell rang, the young wizards from Slytherin and Gryffindor had already taken their seats, and Ivy could not hear any whispering. It was not because Ivy had set some terrible rules for this class, but because he had the young wizards from the two colleges sit separately to ensure that students from the same college would not sit at the same table.

As for Harry and Malfoy, they were at opposite ends of the classroom. Ivy would never put two mortal enemies together for fun. Anyone who made trouble in his class would be punished, no matter who he was.

After briefly explaining the key points of "retreating the enemy three feet away" and answering a few sharp questions from the "Cannon Queen", Ivy began to have the young wizards practice in groups.

Slytherin and Gryffindor are still a team, but the target of their spell practice is no longer each other, but a training dummy that both of them use, and they must also correct each other's casting movements and spells.

It was well known that Gryffindor could not get along with Slytherin, but all the guys who made trouble in Ivy's class received the punishment they deserved, so they could only compete on the training dummy, after all, no one wanted to make a fool of themselves in front of their mortal enemy. Especially those ugly images would quickly spread among classmates as soon as the get out of class was over, so the young wizards could only study with 120% of their energy and try not to embarrass themselves in front of each other.

Ivy waved his hand to deflect a spell shot at him. It was Neville who did it. Tears were gathering in his eyes, as if he was going to run away in the next second.

Ivy had seen his abilities last semester. It was in the Charms class when Neville used a levitation spell to make Professor Flitwick fly around the classroom. It took a long time for him to get free. Although Professor Flitwick was not angry, Ivy admitted that she could not do that.

"Mr. Longbottom," Ivy glared at him, "The target of your spell should be the training dummy in front of you, not you, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"Sorry! Professor Victor..." Neville looked at Ivy in fear, his voice getting smaller and smaller, as if his professor would grab him by the ankle and throw him out in the next second.

"I didn't tell you to stop! Keep practicing!" Ivy shouted in a low voice, forcing the little wizards who had secretly stopped to watch him to continue chanting spells on the training dummies.

Neville's partner was Cassandra, and next to them were Hermione and Daphne Greengrass, and on the other side were Seamus Finnigan and Tracy Davis.

It was obviously Ivy's deliberate decision to put the two most talented first-year witches and the two unstable factors in Gryffindor together, because he felt that this arrangement would at least allow him to get some warnings before something bad happened.

However, Murphy's Law of Muggles also applies to the wizarding world. When a bad thing can happen, it will definitely happen.

With a loud bang, smoke and dust quickly spread in the classroom.

The little witch's scream filled Ivy's eardrums the next moment.

Ivy glared at the "explosion genius" Simo, and was shocked to find that he was squatting on the ground with his hands covering his ears. It was not him who blew down the wall.

On the contrary, Neville beside him had a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Ivy waved his sleeves to clear away the smoke and dust, then cast a silencing spell on the little witches who were shouting the loudest. Only then did he have time to check the scene.

The training dummies in front of Neville's group had completely disappeared. The "Repel the Enemy Three Feet" they were practicing was obviously not an offensive spell, and in order to be able to recycle the training equipment, Ivy also specially attached "armor protection" to all the training dummies. Unexpectedly, it still didn't help these unlucky guys live a few more classes.

"Who did this? Mr. Longbottom?" Ivy frowned and wondered whether to deduct points from Gryffindor. After all, they just couldn't control their talents and didn't intend to do anything bad.

"No… not me, Professor Victor…" Neville stammered.

Ivy walked up to him, snatched his wand and cast a spell: "Flashback spell!" Several images of spells emerged from Neville's wand, but they did not go beyond the content of the exercises Ivy assigned them in this class. Although Neville's spells were not accurate enough, he was indeed an obedient child.

"It's definitely not you, Mr. Longbottom." Ivy returned Neville's wand to him, "But I have to remind you that the first owner of this wand was not you. It is made of ash wood and unicorn tail hair, a combination that is loyal to the original owner. Although you can use it to perform magic reluctantly, it does not mean that it is suitable for you. I suggest you go to Ollivander's to get a new wand."

"Thank you... Professor Victor." Neville whispered, "This is my father's wand... My grandmother hopes that I can inherit it..."

"You did do that," Ivy suddenly remembered Neville's life experience. His parents were tortured crazy by the Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse because they were also members of the Order of the Phoenix and gave birth to Neville on the last day of July. "A wand made of ash wood and unicorn tail hair usually won't work in the hands of someone other than the original owner. The fact that you can cast spells with it shows that it is also trying to cooperate with you. But this is a kind of reluctance for both it and you. It's time to let go and welcome a new partner, Mr. Longbottom."

"But Professor...my grandma..." Neville looked hesitant, holding his wand in both hands and unwilling to let go.

"I will tell Professor McGonagall about this. Perhaps she will be willing to write a letter to persuade Mrs. Longbottom on your behalf." Ivy understood his difficulties, but at most he would tell the head of Gryffindor about the situation, because he always believed that one needs to walk one's own path, whether good or bad.

"That's all, we still have other things to deal with." Ivy ignored Neville who was hesitant to speak and turned to look at Cassandra in the crowd. If it wasn't Neville who did it, then only this little witch who was marked with black magic by him could have done it.

"Ms. Wally, please come to my office after class," Ivy said to the culprit who caused the commotion.

Cassandra was about to say something to excuse herself, but the bell interrupted her.

Ivy immediately chanted a spell to restore the wall and quickly announced the end of get out of class. He would not keep the class after class because it was his time that was wasted.

"Professor Victor!" a little witch suddenly shouted. Ivy turned around and saw Hermione. "You haven't assigned homework yet! There was none last week or the week before!"

The reason why Ivy doesn't assign homework is simple, that is, he is too lazy to check and correct it. Whether it is the teaching syllabus issued or the test papers given to the fifth and seventh graders for classroom testing and mutual correction, Ivy adheres to a principle, that is, students should try not to bother him during get out of class time.

But Hermione, as the queen of kings, was obviously not used to this extensive management method. After the first two weeks, she finally couldn't hold back and made a request in this class that made everyone glare at her.

"There is no homework in my class," Ivy's words immediately caused a cheer from the young wizards, but under Ivy's gaze, they quickly calmed down. "If someone wants to make a difference in this course, he will work hard on his own, and I don't need to remind him. Besides, the syllabus has clearly listed what you need to learn in this course, so I will teach you the actual application of spells in class and will not assign homework."

"Do you understand, Miss Granger?" Ivy asked, and seeing the latter nodding her head frequently, it seemed that Hermione agreed that students needed to work hard on their own. "Well, get out of class is dismissed."

"Come with me, Miss Wally." Ivy called out to Cassandra, who was about to slip out with the crowd. The latter's nonchalant back froze, and she turned around expressionlessly.

Ivy's disguise was so good that up to now, no one in Hogwarts except Dumbledore knew that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a first-year student.

The first-year wizards in the classroom disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only two dark wizards, one big and one small.

Ivy raised his hand to block the door of the classroom and used a silencing spell to block the transmission of sound. Then he took off Professor Victor's disguise and revealed his true face.

"Show me the magic you performed in class again," Ivy ordered.

Cassandra's eyes widened when she saw Professor Victor's true face: "Lord Doom?"

But she quickly collected her thoughts and tried hard to reproduce her previous mistake.

After only a short period of brewing, a surge of magical power emerged from Cassandra's body. This time there was no other little wizard to distract Ivy, and he could see it clearly.

The training dummy was once again shattered to the ground, and Ivy came to the conclusion that the magic Cassandra used to destroy the training dummy was exactly the 0-ring trick in the DND worldview, the magic explosion.

(End of this chapter)