From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 128 Legal Night Tour
Except for the Weasley twins who were sighing, everyone in the hall was happy, not only because the exams were over, but also because the summer vacation was coming soon. And Fred and George's summer vacation was obviously over, if for nothing else, it was because of the letter that Professor McGonagall was about to write to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

There were cooling drinks and ice cream on the tables of each college. It seemed that the principal didn't mind students satisfying their stomachs with desserts before the main meal was served, not to mention that he himself was a fan of sweets.

When everyone was seated and scooping scoops of ice cream from their plates, Dumbledore tapped the silver spoon against the golden goblet in front of him, making a noise loud enough to be heard throughout the hall.

"Attention!" Dumbledore said in a cheerful voice, which Ivy attributed to the large spoonful of peanut butter ice cream he had just swallowed.

The auditorium fell silent. Many students held their spoons in confusion, not knowing whether they should make any noise or continue stuffing the ice cream into their mouths.

"The school year is almost over," Dumbledore said cheerfully, standing up. "Although it is not yet time for you to leave school, I, an old man, still have some clichés to say."

Everyone in the restaurant was staring at the tall old man with a white beard. Goyle, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, was so focused that a piece of melted ice cream got on the collar of his robe. Ivy was sure Snape saw it too, and he curled his lips in Goyle's direction.

Although Snape was the head of Slytherin, he really didn't like those guys who were not smart enough, even if they were members of Slytherin.

"What a wonderful year this is!" Dumbledore's voice continued, "We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and we are likely to have the best average grade of students in recent decades. In addition, the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Directors have agreed to build a magical animal facility in the Forbidden Forest. Construction will be carried out during the summer vacation. Maybe when school starts next year, you will be able to see a brand new Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's remarks undoubtedly confirmed several rumors that had long been circulating in the castle. The young wizards hurriedly swallowed the ice cream in their mouths and began to chatter about it.

"What Ivy said is true!" Ron whispered to Harry beside him, "They're going to keep that dragon at Hogwarts next school year."

"But isn't Hagrid still under investigation by the Ministry of Magic?" Harry put a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. "They don't allow him to come into contact with magical creatures."

"Ivy always has a way, right?" Hermione said, "It's just that I've rarely seen him in the library recently. I wonder what he's been busy with."

"To feed the little dragon, of course." Ron helped his friends get a few spoonfuls of ice cream from the big bowl in the middle of the long table. "It's in the castle now, remember?"

"...Your little brains must be richer than before... You have a whole summer vacation waiting for you, which will allow you to digest all those things and free up your brains before the next semester begins." Dumbledore ignored the noise in the hall and continued, "In addition, I am very happy that you are all obedient and did not break into the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor without permission. There was a very valuable item stored in it before, and the professors all helped to protect it."

"Now that the treasure has been taken away, only the professors' protective measures remain. I thought, although we have already experienced an extremely intense Quidditch match, why not have another grand event?"

After hearing Dumbledore's words, the discussion in the hall became louder.

"Impossible!" groaned Ron. "Who wants to face a dog with three heads?"

"Quirrell and Snape would," Harry shrugged. "They might even be willing to rip their legs off and play a game of scavenger hunt with the dog."

"Too dangerous!" Hermione commented, "The professors' magical powers are not comparable to those of us first-year students. You two will definitely not be stupid enough to fall into their trap, right?" "...The little wizard who passes all the tests and reaches the last level will add 200 points to his college!"

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall interrupted Dumbledore angrily as he had just announced his decision. "How dare you! They will be mauled to death by that dog!"

"Of course, for safety reasons, I have removed the truly dangerous things from that room." Dumbledore winked at Professor McGonagall. "This activity will be carried out at night, but the professors patrolling the castle will not rest. If you are caught by accident-"

Dumbledore made an apologetic gesture. "Then let the professor who caught you decide what punishment you should receive, deduction of points, detention or expulsion?"

"Hahaha, of course, the last one is just a joke." Except for Snape, no one in the entire hall seemed to understand Dumbledore's inappropriate joke. The former smiled sinisterly at Harry, as if he could already imagine what it would look like when he was expelled from school.

"That's all I have to say!" Dumbledore waved his hand hidden in his sleeve, and the ice cream on each school's long table immediately disappeared, replaced by a sumptuous dinner. "Now, enjoy your dinner!"

"How many points are we behind Slytherin?" Harry asked in a low voice, not caring about eating.

"Definitely more than 200 points. Don't forget the Quidditch Cup." Ron put a large piece of lamb chop on his plate and said carelessly, "Mate, we are only first-year students. You don't want to challenge the levels set by the professors, do you?"

"If you get caught, you'll lose points. If you're caught by Professor Snape, it'll be even more disastrous." Hermione also advised, "If you take into account the gap caused by the Quidditch Cup, we should be exactly 210 points short. Even if you really reach the last room, Gryffindor will only fail at the last moment."

"Malfoy!" Harry growled. "Have you forgotten? We need to teach him a lesson, for Neville's hat and hair."

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Ron raised a big chicken drumstick to his mouth again, "Whenever we go out, we must beat him up!"

"No! We won't do it." Harry suddenly laughed, a cunning laugh. "Remember the duel in October? If it weren't for Ivy, we would have been caught by Filch. We can lure him out. The duel will be in the room where Dumbledore hid the Philosopher's Stone..."

"You're so mean, Harry!" Ron gasped. "You have the invisibility cloak. As long as we let the night watch professor catch Malfoy and pass the professors' test, the 210-point gap will be closed in an instant!"

"That's just the ideal situation." Hermione rolled her eyes. "If Ivy gets involved, you two won't even think about getting any extra points!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and said in unison, "So we have to find a way to hold Ivy back!"

"Hmph - he's resting in the Slytherin dungeon. I don't think you can hold him back..." Hermione continued to pour cold water on him, and then immediately noticed that the two people's eyes were not on the dining table. "Why are you staring at me?"

(End of this chapter)