From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 125 Conversation by the Black Lake
"The practical exam of Defense Against the Dark Arts mainly consists of three parts, namely defensive spells, curse-breaking spells and facing dark magic creatures. Now that the dark magic creatures have been dealt with by the seventh-year students, we would like to ask you to serve as the temporary examiner for the last exam." Professor Marchbank explained.

"What do I need to do?" Ivy didn't quite understand the significance of his presence here. Just as he told Professor McGonagall, he was at most a dark wizard with extremely evil crimes, but he was not really a dark magic creature.

"We decided to examine the spell you taught your students, Pyroblast," Professor Marchbanks said loudly, "but we are all old and tired, and your spell seems to have a very special power. Even the Shield Charm cannot completely deflect it, but explodes on the protective layer formed by the Shield Charm, causing us to frequently apply protection to the venue. For us, that is really beyond our ability."

"So I just need to protect the venue?" Ivy nodded. "That's not too difficult."

Ivy took out his wand, pointed it at the ground and said, "Strongest Armor Protects Me."

The golden protective shield soon covered the entire room, and then Ivy conjured up some wooden targets, just like in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Ivy nodded in satisfaction and said, "I think that's all right. They won't cause too much damage. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Thank you, Professor Victor. Are you really not going to stay and watch the exam?" Professor Marchbanks asked, "We would also like to invite you to join the Wizarding Examinations Authority! If you can cast a beautiful Patronus Charm, even the Wizengamot will invite you. I am one of the senior members there, and we welcome the most talented white wizards in the world. Of course, you may have to pass the judicial examination, after all, it is a judicial institution."

The Wizengamot, the highest court in the British wizarding world, is also one of the largest white wizard organizations in the world.

The word Wizengamot comes from Wizard and Witenagemot. It is an ancient institution with both legislative and judicial powers.

With the Ministry of Magic having more and more functional departments, the Wizengamot is more like a symbolic organization. Only cases that attract widespread attention will be tried there, such as cases involving Death Eaters.

The members of the Wizengamot are all elderly wizards, and they generally adopt an invitation system. Perhaps it was because of the beard and nasolabial lines on Professor Victor's face that Professor Marchbanks thought that he was a wizard qualified to join the Wizengamot.

"No, thank you, Professor Marchbank." Ivy politely declined the polite invitation. "If there is nothing else, I won't bother you."

"What a shame." Professor Marchbank shook his head. "One last thing. The Pyroblast you invented may be too useful. We will probably list it as a required but banned spell in the next OWLs and NEWT exams, especially when facing dark magic creatures."

"Our test questions can't withstand such consumption. After all, the department's funding is limited." Professor Tofty joked.

"It's up to you. Anyway, I won't be teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next school year." Ivy could understand the decision of the Wizarding Examination Authority.

After all, as a general solution for the NEWT exam, Pyroblast is too versatile. Most common dark magic creatures cannot withstand such an explosion with such excellent sound and light effects. Even monsters with thick skin and flesh like werewolves and trolls cannot withstand a few explosions, not to mention that fire damage can effectively inhibit their self-healing ability.

Professor McGonagall was helping to supervise the History of Magic exam, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was also rearranged, so Ivy had some free time. He felt relieved that he could finally take off his professor's coat.

"Professor Victor." Ivy turned his head and saw Dumbledore. This old man with a white beard who rarely appeared was standing at the door of the auditorium and winking at him.

Dumbledore never comes to visit someone unless there is something important. It must be something bad that he suddenly called him this time.

"You look like you're free. Would you mind accompanying me around?" Dumbledore smiled kindly, but Ivy narrowed his eyes.

But considering that the semester was about to end, Ivy kept up with him.

The two came to the Black Lake in the June sun. The giant squid was lazily lying on a big rock to bask in the sun, and occasionally splashed water on itself. Ivy didn't know whether mollusks needed to bask in the sun, but it was clear that giant squids would not be troubled by skin cancer.

"How's Hagrid's dragon? I remember it was called Norbeta?" the old man with white beard suddenly asked, "Did you send it away?"

Ivy glanced at him. It seemed that avoiding all portraits was the right choice. Ivy had long suspected that the portraits in the castle were the principal's spies. "It's still in the castle. I've taken good care of it and it's growing fast. But the fire dragon is a magical animal that needs the sky. I'm trying to get it back a piece of sky big enough for it to fly."

"Ah, so it was really at your instruction that Lucius Malfoy submitted that plan to the Ministry of Magic?" Although it was a question, there was no surprise in Dumbledore's voice.

Ivy nodded. He was not surprised that Dumbledore knew about this. Although he had not discussed this matter in Hogwarts Castle, he still used the Hogwarts communication system, the Owl Postman. Now, he knew another way for the headmaster to collect intelligence.

"I must remind you, Ivy. Lucius was once a Death Eater." Dumbledore's voice became a little more serious.

"He is now. But before he became a Death Eater, he was first a Slytherin." Ivy answered nonchalantly, "I've seen the Dark Mark on his hand. It's an interesting magic. Although it has lost most of its power, Voldemort is still alive."

"Alas..." Dumbledore sighed, "Tom's arrogance and pride always make him unable to resist playing with power that he cannot control. I hope you can learn from this, Ivy. I have always believed that love is the greatest magic in the world."

"My point of view remains the same," Ivy said. "Extreme emotions bring extreme power. Voldemort's fear of death is one of them. When he chanted the Killing Curse at me, I could smell the stench of fear coming from him."

"I can't convince you." Dumbledore shook his head. "But I often observe your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. You are really talented. Forgive me for not being able to think of more words of praise. If you graduate, I will definitely ask you to stay on to teach at the school."

"Thank you. But I'm not interested in facing a bunch of kids all the time." Ivy replied. It would be a little interesting if he could teach an unhurried elective class at Hogwarts, but forget about compulsory courses like Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Hahaha, they are really good at getting into trouble." Dumbledore laughed, his white beard trembling. "To be honest, I never thought that Slytherin and Gryffindor could work together, or in a general way. You made me see their possibilities. I must say thank you."

"I didn't expect that the differences between Hogwarts houses would not only not weaken after more than a hundred years, but would become even more serious." Ivy also smiled.

"Perhaps we really don't pay enough attention to this aspect." Dumbledore said self-deprecatingly.

Come to think of it, the schedules of Hogwarts professors are tighter than each other, so they don’t have the time to care about the students’ mental health.

"Anything else? If not, I'm going to go enjoy my personal time." Ivy didn't like chatting about roundabout things with an old man by the lake, so he prepared to say goodbye and leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ivy finished speaking, Dumbledore opened his palm towards him.

"What does this mean?" Ivy was a little confused.

"The Philosopher's Stone," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I never thought you could get it out of the Mirror of Erised, but since you have already taken it out, it proves that you have no greed for it. I think a few months should be enough for you to figure out its secrets. Now, it must be returned to its rightful owner."

Ivy blinked his eyes. He had put this behind him a long time ago. The key issue was that the Philosopher's Stone had long been in his stomach. The Philosopher's Stone in the physical sense had completely disappeared, and the mystery of the Philosopher's Stone had also been completely turned into the Philosopher's Stone by him.

(End of this chapter)