From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 127

"That question has to be C!" Hermione said so decisively that Harry thought she saw the answer.

"Never mind the C or C!" Ron couldn't stand Hermione's nagging any longer. "This semester is over. There are no classes in the next week. We can play to our heart's content!"

"Ah... I still have a Quidditch game to play." Harry suddenly remembered that when he first saw the schedule, he thought he would not have to take the exam because of the Quidditch game, but now it seems that this was just a delusion of a poor student.

"We're playing against Ravenclaw, right? We're going to win!" Ron comforted him, "Now that all the exams are over, don't you want to go to the Great Hall and have some ice cream to calm your brains?"

So the three of them walked through the corridor and headed towards the auditorium.

"How on earth did you do that! Percy!" Ron heard his brother's voice, and his other brother's name.

"I didn't do anything! Don't talk nonsense!" Percy whispered to his two brothers.

"We all heard about it! You reimbursed the Wizarding Examinations Authority for a suitcase that was protected by a protective charm!" Ron recognized it as Fred.

"Did I miss anything interesting?" Ron asked, leaning closer. Hermione and Harry behind him were equally curious.

"It's Ronnie. Come on, Percy, tell our little brother about your heroic deeds!" George glanced at the trio without saying hello, which meant that in his eyes, Percy was the more important one, which was a very rare thing.

"I - didn't - do - anything!" Percy's face flushed red, and Ron couldn't tell whether it was out of shame or anger, because neither was common on Percy's face.

"Our dear prefect brother! You must teach me that spell!" Fred begged, "I know how to pronounce it - Pyroblast! Right?"

"We thought there would be some sparks or something, but nothing happened. What happened?" George added. "You are the only fifth-year student who knows this spell. You can tell us!"

"Don't even think about it!" Percy refused quickly, but his pace was even faster. "Don't think I don't know what you want to do! Blow up a bathroom, or use it for a prank? I can't let you lose points from Gryffindor anymore!"

"What's a Pyroblast?" Hermione asked, unable to resist the temptation of knowledge. "That sounds like a spell."

"Professor Victor taught the seventh graders a spell that can easily destroy dark magic creatures." Fred explained, "It is said to be a very special spell, and it was invented by Professor Victor himself. In the school, apart from the seventh grade students and himself, Percy is the only one who has learned this spell."

"We can trade something!" George suggested. "How about a bag of fox eggs? Or a wolf tooth frisbee? Or a dozen dung bombs?"

"I don't need those prank props!" Percy roared, but George's suggestion gave him inspiration, "If you can promise not to deduct points from Gryffindor next school year and pass all subjects, I promise to teach you that spell."

"Oh! Percy!" Fred howled in horror, "You are not Percy! Who are you? Our respectable prefect brother would never threaten us for a spell."

"In fact, I will." Percy's face was no longer embarrassed, and he smiled, "You have a whole summer to think about this! Now, I have to go to dinner."

The group had arrived at the door of the auditorium. Percy, who had finally gotten the upper hand over his brothers, proudly pushed the door open and staggered in.

"Can't you choose one of the two, no points deducted or passing all subjects?" George tried to lighten the burden of the two.

"Don't even think about it!" Percy said without turning back.

"Then drop Potions and History of Magic!" Fred also tried, "Snape won't let us pass!"

"It's Professor Snape, Mr. Weasley."

The little wizards blocking the entrance of the hall were all startled. They turned around and saw Dumbledore and Ivy who had rushed back from the Black Lake for dinner.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore," Fred apologized diplomatically. "I hope we don't get any points taken away? Or maybe points taken away for next term?"

"Of course not, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Professor Victor!" The Weasley twins shouted in surprise, as if they had just noticed Ivy.

If you are a student, classmates like the Weasley twins are certainly interesting, but if you are a professor, the two of them mean chaotic classes and endless messes to deal with, so as a professor, Ivy has always been wary of the two.

He asked, narrowing his eyes. "It's me, Mr. Weasley. If you don't mind, I'm going to have dinner."

"We just want to ask..." Fred's voice suddenly rose, then slowly fell, and then he used his eyes to frantically signal his brother for help.

"...Will you still teach us next semester?" George quickly followed up.

"No." Ivy made way for a few young wizards and walked towards the long desk of faculty members. "I said at the beginning that I would only teach you for most of the semester."

"What a shame." Fred said, with absolute sincerity, "You are absolutely the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we have ever had!"

"Thank you." Ivy's tone did not change because of the compliment, "You are also the best class of students I have ever taught."

"Really?" George's voice was full of surprise. "Then can you teach us, that great..."

"Powerful..." said Fred.

"Excellent..." George continued.

"It's absolutely amazing..." Fred once again expressed his true feelings.

"A spell you invented yourself!" George had run out of "maps".

"It's that Pyroblast!" Fred added.

"No." Ivy rejected them mercilessly.

"Why?" There was too much confusion in the Weasley twins' voices.

"That's not something you should be thinking about at your age," Ivy explained briefly.

"But we will also take the OWLs and NEWT exams! We all plan to continue working hard on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Becoming an Auror has always been our dream!" The two were not going to give up and tried to paint a big pie called a dream for Ivy.

But Ivy is not a serious Defense Against the Dark Arts professor: "Unfortunately, as far as I know, the Wizard Examination Authority is planning to list Pyroblast as a banned spell, especially after so many teaching aids have been scrapped."

"No——" Fred and George's wailing attracted Professor McGonagall's attention, because while they were talking, Ivy had already sat down at the long faculty table, but the shocked Weasley twins seemed completely unaware that their dean was right next to them.

"Do we just have to be good kids next school year?" "No points can be deducted from Gryffindor?" "We have to pass all subjects?"

The two sang in unison, as if they had foreseen the sad scene of the next school year.

"No points deducted from Gryffindor, and passing all subjects? Well, good ambitions, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded with satisfaction, as if Fred and George were her favorite students. "I will write to your parents and praise your ambitions! My requirements are not high. As long as less than 20 points, or less than two failed subjects, I can accept it."

Fred and George looked at their Headmaster in disbelief, seemingly confused as to what could have gone wrong.

"I wish you a happy summer vacation, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall ended the conversation with a smile and turned to tell Ivy beside her, "Professor Victor, I have sent the exam paper of History of Magic to Professor Binns for you. The exam paper of Defense Against the Dark Arts is also in your office. Just write down everyone's grades in a table according to the college before the end of next week and send it to the dean."

"That's very thoughtful. Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Ivy nodded and waited quietly for Dumbledore to announce the start of the banquet.

(End of this chapter)