From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 16 Interlude
When the blonde girl Cassandra sat next to Ivy as a member of Slytherin, there were only two people left in the freshman queue, one of whom was the red-haired Ron Weasley.

"Oh... look at that red-head! He looks like he's scared himself to death." Malfoy was laughing at Ron's livid face, and Goyle and Crabbe beside him were no longer the only ones who agreed with him.

Fortunately, the Sorting Hat easily pronounced the word "Gryffindor" to everyone in the hall, and the students sitting at the Gryffindor table clapped their hands vigorously to welcome the last person to join.

Blaise Zabini seemed much calmer than Ron. He was the last of all the freshmen.

When everyone was staring hungrily at the empty golden plate in front of them, Dumbledore stood up and spoke with a smile on his face.

"Welcome! Welcome!" His voice was very loud, totally unlike that of a centenarian. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. They are: Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Twist!"

"thank you all!"

After the principal's brief speech, everyone's plates were immediately filled with food.

Although Hogwarts is a magic school located in a place known as the food hell, the food in front of everyone looks quite delicious.

As long as the British don't come up with any unrealistic innovations in food, traditional dishes can still be prepared well. At least these foods look good and are rich in protein and calories.

Not to mention that the chef wasn’t a British person, but a British house-elf.

So Ivy picked up his knife and fork and started his first proper meal of the day.

Just as Ivy was cutting the lamb chops on the plate, he heard Malfoy across from him ask, "Ivy! Why did you lie to us about the sorting? You looked like you knew all you had to do was put on that crappy hat! I must say, using an exam to sort the houses is really ridiculous."

Sitting next to Malfoy was the Slytherin ghost, the bloody Barrow. Upon hearing Malfoy's question, his dull and haggard face began to change, and he began to stare at Malfoy.

"If you notice, you'll find that it's a tacit agreement among all the wizards who know the tradition of the Sorting House." Ivy swallowed the super tender lamb chops in his mouth before answering Malfoy's question. "Now that you know this, you can make up a more convincing story to tease the little wizards who haven't enrolled yet."

"Okay." Malfoy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then laughed. "Maybe next year I'll tell the first-year students on the train that the sorting is based on bloodline. The most noble ones will be sorted into Slytherin, those who think they are smart will be sorted into Ravenclaw, those who can't recognize reality will stay in Gryffindor, and as for Hufflepuff, it's full of trash and crybabies."

"Honestly, you know what?" Malfoy stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth and said vaguely, "After we met by chance in Ollivander's Wand Shop that day, Dad went back and looked through books all night, but couldn't find the origin of the surname 'Doom'. But we all know that you can only be a pure blood, could it be that you came here from a foreign country?"

"Oh, I've never seen my parents in this world, so maybe I'm a Muggle-born." Ivy brought over some gravy and sniffed it. It smelled of onions, parsley and thyme. It must have been mixed with beef bones and cooked for a long time. The color was an appetizing brown. He dipped some bread in it and ate it with great satisfaction.

“Hahaha, you’re really good at joking.” Malfoy laughed. “You definitely can’t be a Muggle-born, because Slytherin never admits people whose parents are both Muggles. Besides, your family was able to order silver basswood wands and provide phoenix tail feathers more than a hundred years ago. It’s impossible for them to be unknown!”

His laughter was quite loud, attracting quite a lot of attention.

Ivy was unaware of this, and his eyes mercilessly swept across the traditional British dishes such as baked potatoes, boiled potatoes, fried potato chips and potato cheese pie on the plate, and finally locked on a plate of roast beef ribs. Malfoy also noticed his gaze and said to his little follower: "Help, Crabbe! Ivy wants to eat that plate of beef ribs."

But before Crabbe could stretch out his greasy hand, the beef ribs on the table automatically floated up and landed right in front of Ivy.

"I appreciate it, but I can do it myself." Ivy nodded at Malfoy and Crabbe.

"Silent wandless spellcasting?" The voice sounded confident and arrogant. It came from the girl named Cassandra Worley on Ivy's left. "It seems that not all first-year students are idiots and losers."

"Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it." Ivy's eyes stayed on her delicate and lovely face for a while, mainly looking at the teardrop mole under the pair of drooping eyes, because Ivy also added one to himself when he was making the character. He believed that imperfect perfection was the best.

A mole not only does not destroy the overall harmony, but makes this face that easily makes people's heart flutter more approachable. Therefore, Ivy is very satisfied with the teardrop mole, whether it is on his own face or on Cassandra's face.

But the girl opposite didn't seem to think so. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance, showing a bit of displeasure on her face: "That's not a compliment. To admit such an obvious mistake, I think you are not far from being a fool."

Ivy couldn't help laughing. He had always been more tolerant of good-looking wizards, so he leaned closer and asked, "Look which idiot is closest to me now?"

Cassandra glared at him and said no more, but she cut the sausages on the plate with more force.

"Hahaha." Ivy laughed with satisfaction and continued to enjoy the beef ribs he had just got.

The main course of the opening banquet ended quickly. The pure gold plates were cleaned by magic and were filled with various desserts and fruits in a blink of an eye.

Ivy came to order jam pudding, and then he noticed Cassandra staring at the strawberries to his right.

So he waved his spoon, and the strawberries danced across the table and arranged themselves into a tower on Cassandra's plate.

"Don't expect me to thank you." Cassandra moved her eyes away from the strawberry tower and stared at the candles above her head, with no intention of enjoying the fruit.

"Oh, that's enough." Ivy noticed that Cassandra's eyes widened and even the tips of her ears turned red.

Ivy sighed from the bottom of his heart: Is there anything more interesting than playing a prank on classmates?

The answer is, playing a prank on a pretty classmate.

(End of this chapter)