From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 129: Castle Night Watch
"Albus! You are encouraging them to break the school rules!" Professor McGonagall's face turned pale. She didn't expect Dumbledore to put on such a show for her.

Listening to the cheers of the students in the hall, Dumbledore cheerfully used perverse logic to persuade Professor McGonagall: "As long as the professors increase patrols, the students will have nowhere to escape. Then they will understand that school rules are not a joke."

Fishing enforcement.

These were the only words Ivy could think of in his mind.

He had already taken the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised, so he would not go through the levels assigned by the professors again just for a mere 200 points.

Not to mention that there is a giant monster there that died long ago. So much time has passed and it is summer now. Ivy dare not imagine what it smells like inside.

"Professor Victor." Professor McGonagall seemed to be convinced by Dumbledore. "I would also like to trouble you to conduct one last night patrol before leaving Hogwarts. How about doing it on Thursday night?"

"Okay." Ivy nodded.

"Great." Professor McGonagall looked relieved. "I will arrange two professors to patrol at the same time. No daring guy will be spared. By the way, Professor Victor, I will apply to the board of directors for your professor allowance and performance bonus as soon as possible. We all see your efforts."

"Performance bonus?" Avicii asked. He had never heard of this term before.

"It's about the OWLs and NEWT exams. This class of students will definitely do very well in Defense Against the Dark Arts. This is mainly due to your unique teaching method." Professor McGonagall smiled at him.

"One minute in office, sixty seconds of good work." Ivy said nonchalantly. Since he had the Philosopher's Stone that could produce 10,000 gold coins a day, he didn't care much about the salary of a Hogwarts professor. "I just tried my best to fulfill my responsibilities."

So after several days of day and night magic research, Ivy received a letter from Professor McGonagall in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Attached to the letter was a small bag of gold Galleons. Although it didn't feel heavy in the hand, when Ivy opened it, he found that it was a bag cast with a Traceless Extension Charm. As for the weight, it should have been reduced by other spells.

There were quite a lot of gold Galleons in his pocket. Ivy did a quick calculation and it was roughly equivalent to the two hours he spent on making the Philosopher's Stone.

The salary level of Hogwarts faculty and staff is obviously linked to their teaching level. Trelawney, who is not very good, certainly does not earn as much as the four headmasters in a week. And the salary of the four headmasters is definitely not as high as that of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Who said Defense Against the Dark Arts was the most dangerous position at Hogwarts? Ever since Voldemort had been unable to obtain it, no professor had ever stayed in this position for more than a year. If Dumbledore had not been willing to pay a higher salary for this position, I'm afraid no one would dare to apply for it.

Not to mention that Ivy also received a bonus for the outstanding performance of the fifth and seventh graders in the OWLs and NEWT exams.

Ivy opened the letter from Professor McGonagall, which first thanked him for his efforts in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, then expressed regret for not being able to work with him in the next school year, and finally reminded Ivy that today was Thursday and it was his turn to do the night patrol.

After reading this, what else could Ivy say? He had to use the summoning technique to summon the house elves in the kitchen to prepare a delicious meal for him, then went to the faculty bathroom to take a refreshing bath, and then began to wander around the school aimlessly. Professor McGonagall knew very well what stupid things her students would do, so on the night when Dumbledore announced that students could go to the fourth floor to challenge the level, she turned into a tabby cat and waited in the corridor.

On Saturday, when Ivy passed by the hourglass at the entrance of the auditorium, he was surprised to find that the gems in the hourglasses of the four colleges had decreased to varying degrees. It seemed that Professor McGonagall had gained a lot.

Saturday night was the day for Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick. One of them was a master of Legilimency, and the other was a dueling champion. Their acumen was far beyond that of the young wizards who were still studying in school, so they also captured a large number of young wizards who wanted to see the world.

The Sunday night patrol schedule is Professor Sprout and Professor Sinistra of Astronomy. Although Professor Sprout is an easy-going character, Professor Sinistra, who always teaches at night, is an out-and-out night owl. Perhaps she regards arresting students as a morning exercise.

Finally Thursday came, and it was Ivy's turn as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to take action, but the school suddenly became quiet.

After several days of cat-and-mouse games, the little wizards in the school more or less understood that it was impossible to break through the professors' serious defenses. So Ivy, who had just received his salary from Professor McGonagall, was ready to work hard, but he couldn't even see a little wizard who was out at night.

But this could also be because the last Quidditch game had just ended.

Thanks to the efforts of Harry and the Nimbus 2000 sponsored by Professor McGonagall, Gryffindor undoubtedly won a big victory, but in the blink of an eye, the Slytherin Quidditch team stood on the podium.

Because the last Quidditch game is over, it also means that the school will award the Quidditch Cup to the team with the highest points in the double round-robin tournament.

As the coach of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Ivy was of course invited to attend the award ceremony. But he thought that standing on the wooden platform with the trophy and grinning was obviously not suitable for him, so he asked Lucius' son, who sponsored 7 Nimbus 2001s, to attend instead of him.

Although Gryffindor did not win the Quidditch Cup, cheering for their team and then holding celebrations in the common room was also a very physically demanding task, so these troublemakers collectively fell on the soft beds in the Gryffindor Tower and did not get up to move around.

"Meow——" Ivy heard a hoarse cat's meow. It was the cat raised by Filch, the castle manager. This skinny cat and his owner were Ivy's night patrol partners today.

"Professor Victor!" Old Filch hunched over and ran out from the shadow of the stairs. "It's you! I thought it was some ignorant little troublemaker. How about it? Did you meet those little rascals who wander around at night?"

Ivy shook her head.

"Of course, of course!" Filch laughed, revealing his ugly yellow teeth. "You are a powerful wizard, how dare they run out and wander around in front of you? I think tonight is undoubtedly a quiet night."

(End of this chapter)