From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 294 Resurrection Notice
It has been a while since he returned to Hogwarts from the World of Arda, but Ivy still can't forget what he saw in the Expanse.

Did the power that guided him back to Hogwarts belong to Ilúvatar?
Perhaps, but Ivy felt that perhaps it was the world itself that was guiding him back.

Ilúvatar only managed to strengthen that bond.

After following the guidance of the wizarding world and advancing for a long distance in the boundless void, Ivy finally had other feelings.

It's like someone who has been diving underwater for a long time finally surfacing, but it's also like a high diver finally entering the embrace of the water.

Two conflicting feelings emerged in Ivy's heart at the same time, and he knew very well that he had arrived at his destination.

The bumpy land in front of you must be the moon, and the motionless blue planet in the sky is of course the earth.

Ivy created a life bubble, a cosmic version of the Bubblehead spell. Since returning to this world, Ivy's spells have become much more useful.

After admiring the universe which was more colorful than the endless void, Ivy silently activated the teleportation spell and returned to the map room in Hogwarts.

The castle was still the same, full of students busy with their own things, and Ivy didn't even notice when she walked past them.

Of course, even if Dumbledore himself were there, he might not be able to see through Ivy's Disillusionment Curse.

The first one to discover Ivy was the Phoenix Spark. When Ivy passed by the Transfiguration Professor's office, it jumped out of the flames of the fireplace, causing Professor McGonagall to scream.

"Mr. Doom?" The dedicated vice principal looked him up and down twice before confirming that it was Ivy himself. "Where did you come back from? And with such a dangerous weapon?"

The fiery red bird that landed on Ivy's shoulder dispelled the effect of the Disillusionment Charm, allowing Ivy to appear in front of Professor McGonagall.

He silently thought about his equipment. In his hand was a mithril staff with a branch that could be used as a long-handled mace. Around his waist hung a beast-bite sword made by a craftsman from the Kingdom of Gondolin. On his head was the Ravenclaw crown. The cloak over his robe was made of Smaug's skin, and the boots on his feet were also dragon-skin boots. He also had a belt and leather goods with the beast-bite sword hanging on it, as well as two magic rings on his fingers.

Very handsome outfit, any problem?

"It's just not very suitable for school." Professor McGonagall gave a pertinent answer.

"Did I say everything that was in my heart?" Ivy asked in surprise.

"No, it's just that the expression on your face is no different from those boys who are going to the ball." Professor McGonagall pushed her glasses. "Anyway, I suggest you at least put away this shiny silver stick and machete. They are almost blinding me."

In addition to the Heart of the Mountain on the top of the staff, there is also the Beast Bite Sword in its scabbard that is constantly glowing. Perhaps because it also recognized the house-elf as an Orc, blue light is constantly leaking out through the scabbard.

"You're right, Professor McGonagall." Ivy accepted the advice readily. After all, no one in Hogwarts could threaten him, so it was no big deal if he didn't carry a weapon.

So he stuffed the mithril staff and the elven curved sword into the Grimoire of Destruction.

Seeing him finish everything, Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction: "You came back very timely. It's not long before the final exam. You have about a week to review."

"A week?" Ivy asked in surprise.

When Ivy contacted Cassandra in Lonely Mountain before, she learned from her that the time was a little before Christmas.

Why did it jump to June this time?

Where's the time?

While flying in the boundless void, Ivy didn't feel the passage of time at all. All kinds of thoughts kept popping up in his mind. To him, it was like he was in a daze for a while and then returned to the world of wizards. Who knew that so much time had passed.

When traveling in the multiverse, anything can happen.

"You are also afraid of not having enough time to review, Mr. Doom?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "I thought you had memorized all the textbooks a long time ago."

"Review?" Ivy shook his head. "I never worry about reviewing. I'm just surprised that time flies by so fast."

"It seems that you have had a very rich experience during this period." Professor McGonagall nodded, "You must have gained something from studying abroad, right? For example, the crown on your head is the same as Professor Victor's?"

"Oh—" Ivy then realized that he had forgotten to activate the Concealing Amulet. Ever since he showed the Ravenclaw Diadem on Lonely Mountain, he had never activated the Concealing Amulet again.

And at Hogwarts, only professors had seen Professor Victor's crown, so it was not surprising that Professor McGonagall could recognize it.

"There is no Professor Victor," Ivy admitted, spreading his hands. "If there is, he is also Victor Doom."

"Dumbledore asked a first-year student to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts to the whole school!" Professor McGonagall was most shocked by Dumbledore's behavior. "This is really... I wouldn't be surprised even if he hired a sphinx as a teacher next semester."

"So you plan to stay on as a teacher right after you graduate?" Professor McGonagall's next question caught Ivy off guard.

He originally thought that Professor McGonagall would at least ask him why he was drafted by Dumbledore, but why did she suddenly jump to the question of whether he should stay in school to teach?
"You've completed your study tour, graduated with all O's, and you've already been a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in your first year." Professor McGonagall nodded her head. "And you're even a Slytherin! Severus will definitely agree to it, as he's wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for a long time. This way, I won't have to worry about being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Professor McGonagall." Ivy waved her hand quickly, "I have no plans to stay in school for the time being."

Who in their right mind would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?

"What a shame. I was looking forward to working with my students." Professor McGonagall sighed. "Anyway, I'm glad to see you back safely, Mr. Doom."

"Thank you." Ivy put on a smile, "Nice to meet you too, Professor McGonagall. Please don't tell anyone else that I'm Victor, okay?" "Of course. I'm never interested in gossip." Professor McGonagall straightened her nose and returned to her office proudly.

Ivy fiddled with the feathers warmed by the sparks and said softly, "Since you are here, let's take a shortcut to Dumbledore's office."

Sparks let out a pleasant chirp, clearly eager to serve Ivy.

After looking around the corridor and making sure that no one else was paying attention, Ivy quickly conjured a flame, and the spark carried him into the fire with a "bang".

The next second, Ivy appeared in front of the fireplace in the principal's office.

"Ivy!"

Besides Dumbledore, there were other people in the headmaster's office, including Snape, Sirius and Harry.

They were all startled by Ivy who suddenly flew out of the fireplace.

"You're back? Was it fun abroad?" Harry asked impatiently. Harry had changed a lot in this year. Not only had he grown taller, but he had also become a lot braver. According to Ivy's impression of him, Harry usually seemed more restrained when he was in the principal's office.

"To be precise, it's not a foreign country, but another world." Ivy corrected, "But it doesn't make much difference. It's really interesting."

"Let's not talk about that for now. Let's talk about important topics while you are all here." Ivy didn't intend to explain in detail the story of how he followed a group of dwarves to recapture the Lonely Mountain and defeat the dragon and the orc army.

"Why don't you take a rest first?" Sirius suggested, "At least find a stool to sit down."

"Or some cockroach piles?" Dumbledore, who was the first to call out Ivy's name, spoke again. "You always come back at the critical moment. We are talking about Voldemort's plan."

Hearing the word "Voldemort", Snape couldn't help but move to the side.

Although he was not optimistic about the future of his former master, Snape still had a certain fear of him in some aspects, which was out of awe for the master of dark magic. But this awe could not shake his determination to get rid of Voldemort.

"Voldemort?" Ivy raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry about that guy. Just follow the plan. He won't make any waves. And the important topic I'm talking about is another matter."

"I have been able to resurrect those you want to revive," Ivy added. "Of course, for now, this does not include those who have been dead for more than a hundred years."

Dumbledore suddenly stood up from behind his chair: "Less than a hundred years, less than a hundred years!"

Sirius rubbed his cheeks with his hands. "Is it the price you mentioned before? Ten thousand gold galleons?"

"You promised me, Mr. Doom." Snape stepped forward and stood in front of Sirius. "And I have already prepared the money, just for this day."

"Come one at a time, okay?" Ivy used magic to push everyone present back into their stools, then directed the teapot on Dumbledore's table to boil water and made tea for everyone.

"Dumbledore wants to resurrect his sister. Snape wants to resurrect Lily Evans, and Harry and Sirius want to resurrect the Potters." Ivy held the teacup in one hand and glanced at the other people in the headmaster's office with the other hand. "Did you notice? There are duplicate people on your resurrection list. Why don't you discuss it before deciding?"

"I've had enough of you, Snot! Lily never liked you! She's Harry's mother!" Sirius glared at Snape, who just stared at Ivy and ignored him. "I'll pay for James and Lily to be resurrected! Of course, this also includes my brother, Regulus Black."

"I finally realize the benefits of the surname Black." Sirius had already revealed a natural smile and even joked with his godson, as if a reunion with his best friend was about to happen in the next second.

"Don't, Sirius." Harry was not in a good mood. He whispered, "Resurrection from death is a very painful thing. Although I haven't experienced it, I have witnessed Ivy performing that spell with my own eyes..."

"I remember your spells have some restrictions, right, Ivy?" Dumbledore took a sip of tea and tried to calm himself down.

"That's right. First, we need the person's body, or even a skeleton. After all, he or she must have died no more than a hundred years ago, and not from natural causes. The most important point is that the person's soul is free and willing to return from death," Ivy explained.

"If you rashly use the resurrection spell without confirming the person's willingness to be resurrected, it is very likely that your gold galleons will be wasted."

The prerequisite for Ivy to cast Resurrection was not because of the Wish, but because of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. After using [Ancient Master] to check the 15th-level ancient power of the gold cup, Ivy was surprised to find that as long as she put a seventh-ring spell slot into the gold cup, she could choose to cast either Resurrection or Regeneration. Although she had to provide the corresponding spell components, it also gave Ivy two priest seventh-ring spells that she didn't need to prepare.

Ivy has never tried to use the golden cup to resurrect a person, so now is the time to give it a try.

"Then we can only pay this money, right?" Sirius asked, "Is there any way for anyone to ask them if they want to be resurrected?"

Although Snape looked down on Sirius, he had the same opinion on the matter. Regardless of whether Lily was willing or not, he would give it a try.

"Although I don't have a spell to call back the souls of the dead, there is indeed a way to find someone to ask." Ivy smiled, "Remember the Horcruxes that Dumbledore and I mentioned? The three of you should already know about this, and you also know why Harry has to undergo dueling training."

"Because I am also a Horcrux of Voldemort." Harry gave the answer. "After he killed my mother, he tried to do it to me, but my mother's magic rebounded his killing curse, shattering his soul, and accidentally turned me into a Horcrux."

"So, I must die once to get rid of the influence of Voldemort's soul fragments." Harry's face was pale. No matter who heard that he had to die, he would definitely be scared. "I am the most suitable person to ask..."

"Bingo!" Ivy said with a smile, "Besides, you and your parents are blood relatives, it should be very easy to find them in the world of the dead. As for Dumbledore's sister and Sirius' brother, I really don't have any good ideas."

"Don't! Harry!" Sirius reached out and grabbed his godson's arm, then looked at Ivy, "Let me die instead of Harry!"

"I don't understand, Professor Black," Snape hissed. "Did the Dark Lord carve that lightning scar into your brain as well? Sorry, I forgot that you've been in Azkaban for so long that you're already half crazy. Add to that the other half who went crazy when you were in school, maybe... I don't know, it can make you a little more normal?"

(End of this chapter)