From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 161 Advice
Ivy did not stay in Paris to attend the funeral of Nicolas Flamel and his wife.

Of course, he did not return to Hogwarts to guide the construction of the "base". Professor Victor had already resigned from Hogwarts, and Ivy was not going to use this identity anymore.

As a freshman, it was very unusual for Ivy Doom to return to school before the end of summer vacation, especially when other students were enjoying their vacation.

Ivy didn't know whether her silver lime wand had been traced, but it didn't affect her much. Although the Ministry of Magic clearly stipulated that underage wizards were not allowed to use magic during the holidays, it didn't bother Ivy.

He could cast ordinary spells without a wand. Even if he had to rely on a wand, he had several spare ones, which were all trophies and antiques from more than a hundred years ago.

Dumbledore went back to Hogwarts temporarily. As a headmaster, he couldn't leave for too long, otherwise Professor McGonagall would be angry.

Before leaving, he asked Ivy what he planned to do with the rest of the summer vacation.

Ivy's answer was to talk about business. Devlin Whitehorn of the Nimbus Company invited him to see the latest model of Nimbus broom, which was said to have integrated the pneumatic spell broom hoop with the Nimbus broom as much as possible.

These are what Dumbledore has been told, but of course there are some things he has not told him.

Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England, has welcomed visitors again, the third batch today.

Ever since the Malfoy family, together with many wizarding families with pure-blood backgrounds, proposed to build a "magical animal breeding and reproduction base" at Hogwarts, there have been visitors every now and then.

Some of them are peddlers who hope to sell magical creatures and merchandise - orders from Hogwarts are considered bulk trade in the British wizarding world, and even if just a little bit of money slips through their fingers, it is enough to make the individual business owners who open shops in Diagon Alley well-fed.

Another group includes wizarding families that Lucius Malfoy has rarely interacted with since he escaped from the predicament of entering Azkaban, including some less radical pure-blood saints and some new and powerful wizarding families.

Lucius Malfoy stood in front of the window, admiring the white peacock in the manor and sipping red wine comfortably.

He was very satisfied with the family's current situation. Although he couldn't wipe out all the mudbloods in the wizarding world without the Dark Lord, at least he didn't go to jail with the Death Eaters in Azkaban. And the Malfoy family was thriving, maybe he could bring this ancient family to a whole new level.

"Good taste, Lucius."

Lucius was startled and turned around quickly.

I saw a tall young man sitting by the fireplace, pouring himself a glass of red wine without any hesitation: "Red wine brewed by house elves?"

"Who are you?" Lucius put down his wine glass and said carefully, "I don't remember provoking you..."

"I can give you a reminder." Ivy smiled maliciously, and a little green light flashed on his free hand.

Lucius suddenly felt a burning pain coming from his left arm. The pain was so intense that he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, holding his forearm and sweating.

But the physical pain was far less intense than the fear in his heart. He seemed like a drowning man, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "Spare my life... Lord Dark Lord..."

The burning pain on his left arm disappeared, but Lucius did not get up from the ground. He did not even dare to raise his head, just staring at the floor, as if there was a novel engraved on it. "Get up, my friend." Ivy said loudly, "This is just a warning. Voldemort has not returned yet, but if he returns, I'm afraid your fate will be much worse than this."

Lucius raised his head, his long platinum hair no longer smooth, revealing the owner's embarrassment.

"I don't understand..." Lucius let go of his left arm and reached for the wand tucked into his shirt.

A diary with a black cover was thrown in front of him. Lucius was very familiar with that thing. After all, it was something that Voldemort handed to him personally. He only knew that it was an extraordinary black magic item that could open the Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts.

I had clearly handed him over to my son's classmate, the brilliant first-year wizard... and also the new partner of the Malfoy family, Ivy Doom.

According to his son Draco, this Ivy Doom was a Slytherin from over a hundred years ago, who was turned into a child due to unknown magical influence.

"Doom...Lord." Lucius released his wand and lowered his noble head again. He originally thought that he had found an ally and never thought that this person would be another Dark Lord. "For Draco's sake..."

"Hahaha..." Ivy laughed. "I've already told you, Lucius. This is a piece of advice, not a show of strength."

Lucius remained silent, which worked well for the impatient Dark Lord because he always believed that everyone except him was a fool. As long as the Death Eaters remained silent, the Dark Lord himself would explain it clearly.

"Voldemort didn't tell you what the diary was, right?" Ivy moved the sofa behind Lucius and pushed him in with the invisible wizard's hand.

Lucius knew he had to answer this question. His experience told him that ignoring any of the Dark Lord's questions could have serious consequences.

But Lucius was in a dilemma about what to call him. He certainly couldn't call Voldemort "the Dark Lord" in front of Lord Doom, but he didn't have the courage to call Voldemort by his real name.

So Lucius chose the compromise: "The mysterious man only told me that it was a weapon, a dark magic prop that could open the Chamber of Secrets. He asked me to find a chance to put it in Hogwarts..."

Lucius immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing: "Of course, you are a powerful wizard, and the black magic props he made will definitely not be difficult for you..."

"Mysterious man... Humph." Ivy snorted coldly, and there was no warmth in the smile on his lips. "Let me tell you, Lucius."

"Remember what you guys call yourselves?"

"Death Eaters..." Lucius' voice sounded like a dream.

"Yes, that diary is part of his soul, the secret of his immortality, and the secret of his survival." Ivy restrained his smile. "Think about it, Lucius, if he comes back from the Black Forest of Albania, what will happen to you guys?"

"I want to tell you specifically that I have killed Voldemort three times this year."

(End of this chapter)