From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 18 Exercise before bed
It's easy to understand what the male class leader said. If we fail to retain the house cup this year, it will definitely be the fault of you first-year students.

After all, we had won the House Cup for six consecutive years before you entered school. Slytherin lost the House Cup as soon as you entered school. This is not a problem for you first-year students. Could it be a problem for us, the "elite" students who have been in Hogwarts for several years?

The male prefect looked at the Slytherin first-year students who were acting as if they were facing a formidable enemy, nodded with satisfaction, and then began to introduce himself: "My name is Gregor Travers. As you can tell from my name, I am a member of the Twenty-Eight Pure-Blooded Saints, but I don't often talk about this."

When he said this, Ivy noticed that Malfoy puffed out his chest. Perhaps he felt proud to be one of the twenty-eight pure-blood saints?
"As we all know, Slytherin is a house that places great emphasis on bloodline. Therefore..." Travers's pure-blood speech continued, and Ivy heard him say, "We need to know your bloodline, including whether your parents are both wizards, and whether there are Muggles among your immediate relatives. Of course, if your name alone can let me know your origin..."

Gregor Travers said no more, but everyone understood his meaning.

As soon as Travers finished speaking, Malfoy took a triumphant step forward and loudly announced his name: "Draco Malfoy, also a member of the twenty-eight pure-blood saints. Nice to meet you, Mr. Prefect."

Gregor Travers immediately put on a false smile and shook hands with Malfoy.

Ivy shook his head, turned and left the team, and walked to the second floor of the common room, where there were four-person dormitories one by one.

"Tell me your name, freshman! Where are you going?" Gregor Travers noticed Ivy's movements. After all, it was hard not to notice him in his robe that was always glowing with a faint light.

"Oh! He's Ivy Doom." Malfoy seemed to have not expected such a scene at all, but still explained for Ivy.

Gregor Travers put away the smile on his face, narrowed his eyes, stared at Malfoy and said: "I believe you heard that I was asking him, not you, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Mr. Doom?" Head girl Gemma Farley called out to Ivy. She was an intellectual female student with long chestnut hair and a pretty face. She was a breath of fresh air among the Slytherin students who had a bunch of ugly things due to inbreeding. "The silent levitation spell you cast on the dining table was impressive. Of course, so was this robe."

Ivy stopped, turned around on the stairs, looked at Gemma Farley and said, "Thank you for the compliment, but it's getting late, I should go back and rest."

"Are you in a hurry to go back to sleep and grow?" Gregor Travers smiled sarcastically. "Neither the silent levitation spell nor the beautiful robes on your body can save you. As your prefect, I need to let you know what the rules are. Mr. Doom?"

"Doom? Doom... um, I haven't heard of this last name." Gregor Travers kept talking, "Maybe it was inherited from a mudblood? But this beautiful robe is indeed a treasure. It is said that it can be transformed into a suit?"

"Tsk tsk~ It's a pity that your bloodline is not worthy of it." Seeing that Ivy did not answer, Gregor Travers pressed the issue, "If I were you, I would give it as a gift to a pure-blooded saint family to seek shelter. Maybe this way I can get along better in the future."

Ivy shook his head and walked down the stairs again.

Golden light mist condensed in his hands, and the Destruction Grimoire was taken out of thin air. Ivy turned the page, reached in, and took out a pair of ivory riding gloves.

As a trophy of fighting crime and upholding justice in the Forbidden Forest more than a hundred years ago, he really liked this pair of gloves with exquisite shape and elegant color.

Especially when you use it to slap someone in the face.

The glove flew across half the common room and slapped Gregor Travers across the face.

The whispered chats that were originally heard in the common room had all disappeared at this moment, and everyone was paying attention to what was going on here.

"Pick it up." Ivy didn't want his good mood that lasted the whole day to end, so he had to choose to do some exercise before bed to make himself sleep well.

"What?" Because Ivy's actions were so natural and did not follow his own script at all, Gregor Travers did not react at all and just asked blankly.

"Snapped!"

As we all know, a pair of gloves comes with two, so Ivy slapped the other one in Gregor Travers' face.

"Travers! This is an invitation to a duel!" Seeing that Gregor Travers still had no reaction, the onlookers who were watching the fun started to make a fuss. Ivy couldn't tell what grade he was in, but he didn't care.

"It's more than an invitation to a duel," Ivy corrected, "and it's not directed at him alone."

Ivy looked around the common room, taking in the expressions on everyone's faces.

"Come on. This will be one of the few opportunities in your life to face me directly." Ivy took out his pale silver wand and smoothed his hair with his hand. "You seem to like to talk about 'pure blood' all the time? Then let me see the ambition and strength that 'pure blood' gives you."

"You're just a freshman! I want to see where you get your confidence from!" Gregor Travers finally came to his senses at this time, his eyes flashing with anger, and he drew out his wand while roaring.

"Stop talking nonsense." A red light shot out from Ivy's wand, knocking Gregor Travers away. He hit the wall of the common room full of portraits of Slytherin alumni, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Gregor Travers made no sound during the entire attack because he lost consciousness when he was hit by the first blow.

The other Slytherin senior students, who had originally viewed this as a joke, could not conceal their shock at all. If many people could perform the Silent Levitation Charm, then the Disarming Charm, which was an offensive spell, could be performed by anyone using the technique of the Silent Charm.

"The strong make the rules, the weak follow them." Ivy walked towards the center of the common room. "Come, let me see what you are made of."

(End of this chapter)