From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 320: The Birth of a Warrior
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ivy stepped over the golden magic circle set by Dumbledore and threw the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire, and the wooden cup with blue flames also accepted his feeding. In the arcane vision, a magical aura poured out from the Goblet of Fire and merged with Ivy himself to form a new magic contract.

The contract magic of the Goblet of Fire is similar to the unbreakable oath between wizards. Even the consequences of violating the contract are not much different, the only difference is that one is direct death and the other is the loss of magical power.

However, the contract established by the Goblet of Fire had many loopholes. Even if Ivy really intended to violate the contract, he could find a way to avoid punishment. After all, the cup was just a dead object.

When Ivy completed the action, the Slytherin students around him immediately burst into cheers, as if the Triwizard Tournament trophy had already been obtained.

In fact, this is exactly the case. Letting a few school students and a nine-ring spellcaster like Ivy participate in the same competition is as outrageous as letting a baby box with a heavyweight champion.

But there is no fairness in the world. It is just an empty rhetoric used by those who make the rules to appease the lower-class people. And Ivy is not the one who makes the rules. He just happened to take advantage of a loophole.

However, even if we go back a hundred years, Ivy can easily win the Triwizard Tournament, but the process will not be very pretty. After all, how could a young wizard born in peacetime see the outrageous scene of Avatar eating a big melon and flying all over the sky?
"It looks like there's no suspense." Harry said, "The Goblet of Fire has accepted Ivy's name. He will be the champion of Hogwarts."

"It's too early to say that now!" The words were full of confidence, showing that Fred and George were determined to win the prize. "We Gryffindors will never let Slytherin take the lead!"

The Slytherin students surrounding Ivy showed some anger, but Ivy knew what the two funny guys were going to do next, so she raised her hand slightly to stop the Slytherin students around her who wanted to show their presence, and even moved them a few steps to the side to make room for the Goblet of Fire.

"What methods are you going to use to deal with Dumbledore's age line?" Ivy asked with interest, "Too low-level methods will not work."

"What!" Fred's eyes widened, showing a kind of dramatic anger, as if Ivy had said something insulting. "This is high-end stuff! It's definitely not some cheap trick!"

In George's hand was a small brown medicine bottle with a stopper in the shape of a dropper. Lee Jordan, a mutual friend of the twins, rushed out of the auditorium with two glasses of pumpkin juice in his hands.

"You are only a few months away from winning, so only one drop will be enough!" Lee Jordan held up two glasses of pumpkin juice and handed them to the twins, saying, "I got the aging agent with great difficulty. If either of you wins the championship, you must give me one third of the prize money!"

"We will never forget you!" Fred used a dropper to draw some from the brown medicine bottle, and then carefully dripped it into the brothers' pumpkin juice.

"Isn't that too much?" George asked worriedly, "What if we both age prematurely? Then Ginny will lose two handsome and dashing brothers!"

"It doesn't matter." Fred stirred his cup with his fingers, "This way Percy will have two handsome and cool brothers!"

George imagined the scene of the arrogant Auror Percy calling them brother, and then said firmly: "Let's put more!"

"If I were you two little naughty boys, I wouldn't do that." An amused voice came from the direction of the auditorium. It was Dumbledore. Standing next to him were McGonagall and a large number of other professors. It seemed that the professors had just finished breakfast.

"Oops!" Fred yelled, and followed his brother quickly towards the Goblet of Fire.

"Don't forget to say 'Cheers'!" George raised the pumpkin juice high and waved the parchment with his name on it in his other hand.

"Cheers!" The twins standing outside the age line shouted, drank the pumpkin juice with aging agent, and then jumped into the golden magic circle.

The down-to-earth twins were just about to celebrate when they heard a hissing sound, followed by golden sparks, and the Weasley twins crashed into the ground like two Bludgers rushing towards the Seeker.

Just by the sound of the two people landing, one could tell that they had fallen pretty hard.

However, in addition to the physical pain, the twins were also subjected to magical humiliation. After a loud bang, long white beards emerged from their chins.

Everyone standing in the lobby couldn't help laughing, including the professors who had just finished their meal in the auditorium.

"I have already warned you." Dumbledore looked George and Fred up and down, and marveled at their white beards. "Madam Pomfrey can certainly help you remove the white beards, but I also welcome you to keep them. This is the most beautiful white beard I have seen this year."

Professor McGonagall didn't laugh, but sighed very tiredly: "Now that you two have learned your lesson, you'd better remember it firmly in your mind and go to the school hospital!"

"As you wish!" Fred and George saluted crookedly, put their arms around each other's shoulders and went upstairs. Judging from the content of their conversation, they might even fight over whose beard was more beautiful.

Laughter and joy filled the hall. When everyone was about to leave, a tall shadow stood in the hall of Hogwarts. It was Madam Maxime who came with her students.

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang lived in their respective vehicles, and the ghost ship and the flying carriage were cast with an invisible extension spell, so they were large enough to accommodate their respective students.

Today, the wizards from France did not show their usual lazy nature, but chose to get up early.

"Did we miss something good, Dumbledore?" Madame Maxime heard the laughter coming from inside while she was still outside the door. The girls and boys from France also looked around with wide eyes, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Oh! I must say, that was indeed a good show!" Dumbledore was interrupted by Professor McGonagall's loud cough before he could finish his cheerful words. Now the vice-headmaster was very glad that he let the Weasley twins go to the school hospital first. If they were delayed for half a minute because of the announcement of detention, their long white beards would have been seen clearly by their French friends.

Professor McGonagall didn't expect that the first ones to reveal the truth were not the fourth-year student Longbottom, but the sixth-year students George and Fred.

"It's nothing, Madame Maxime," said Professor McGonagall calmly. "It's just some whiskers. Nothing to get all mad about."

"Well, whatever." Madame Maxime waved to the students behind her, "Our registration is about to begin. This is why they are here. Now, line up."

One by one, the students of Buschbaton crossed the age line and threw the parchment with their names into the blue-white flame. As each name was thrown into the flame, the flame quickly turned red and burst into sparks.

When passing by Ivy, Fleur tried her best to keep her eyes straight, but her blue eyes that glanced slightly to the side still betrayed her. The moment her eyes met, Fleur resolutely and calmly looked away, as if there was a small insect crawling on her gorgeous silver hair. She tucked her hair behind her ears with her fingers, but showed her blood-red earlobes to Ivy.

Ivy curled the corners of his mouth, taking in this tiny detail.

After completing the registration process, the students of Beauxbatons lined up to enter the auditorium. The professors of Hogwarts also left the entrance hall and went to the staff lounge to enjoy their rare leisure time.

Ivy didn't think he needed to prepare anything special for the Triwizard Tournament. If anything, he would temporarily put aside his research on alchemy and tattoo magic and turn to tackle some difficult problems in necromancy. He still remembered his unilateral promise to Voldemort to make his head into a necromancy creation - the Smashing Mouth Skull. Nicolas Flamel's alchemical notebooks detailed how to make alchemical creations have simple minds, and Ivy believed that this was a further development of the Animation Spell.

But alchemical creations cannot be kept alive forever, and must be injected with magic power at regular intervals. The farm animals in the alchemist's house are bound to the magic power of the Flamel couple. As long as they are alive, the sheep and roosters can move freely, and once the two die, these alchemical animals will soon be shut down.

In a sense, the farm animals that Nicolas Flamel created using alchemy are more like the robot dogs that applied mature artificial intelligence thirty years later.

However, from Nicolas Flamel's alchemical manuscripts, Ivy combined the profession of [Alchemist] and obtained [Alchemical Discovery] - [Primary Construct Production], which adopted a completely different logic.

This [Alchemical Discovery] is equivalent to a weakened version of the [Manufacture Construct] specialty, and can only provide ideas for making small constructs.

Ivy can choose to equip constructs with cores that can automatically absorb magic power when creating them. As long as there is enough magic power in the environment, these constructs can continue to function until the core is damaged or completely destroyed.

The most crucial content is not the core manufacturing of the construct, but the part about building an artificial mind in Nicolas Flamel's manuscript.

These mental constructs are undoubtedly a very significant achievement. They can not only help guard the manor and personal belongings, but can even complete certain vague instructions and tasks. If Ivy's alchemy can continue to explore this aspect, it is very likely to create a new race. Although that prospect is still very far away, it is different from endless magic. This is achievable.

By applying this technology to necromancy, it might be possible to artificially create necromancy creatures with minds. And Ivy's current research is in this area.

He wanted to completely destroy Voldemort's soul, and then use his head, which contained a lot of forbidden knowledge, to give birth to a necromancy creature with a mind. It would be great if this necromancy creature, that is, Voldemort's chattering head, could make use of the knowledge in that brain and provide Ivy with some new ideas for black magic.

As for the possibility of this necromancy creature with a mind betraying Ivy?
Of course it was zero. Ivy was not a rookie, so how could he not be on guard against it? Besides, I had never heard of the necromancer being defeated by his own undead creation.

Research time always flies by quickly. Ivy felt that the time was not much, so he left his secret room and went to the auditorium.

It was Halloween, and the hall had already been decorated in a festive atmosphere, but the students sitting at the dining table were obviously not paying attention to this. They were all staring at the Goblet of Fire in front of the head faculty table (located in the fixed position of the Sorting Hat for the opening dinner). Not even Hagrid, who had a bucket of hair oil on his head and was dressed like a giant bear, could distract them.

The Halloween dinner went by very quickly because no one had the heart to taste the food. They just kept standing up and looking towards the long faculty table, hoping to check the progress of the judging panel's meal.

Fortunately, everyone didn’t have to wait too long, and the dining table was magically cleared again.

Dumbledore walked out from behind the head seat at the long table and came to the Goblet of Fire: "Right away! The Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision!"

Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, who were sitting with the professors, looked as nervous as the students, while Ludo Bagman had a big smile on his face. Lucius looked straight ahead, not even once at the Slytherin table.

"I hope that after hearing their names, the warriors will go to the room at the back of the hall, where they will receive initial instructions." After Dumbledore finished introducing the next process, he waved his wand to dim the lights in the hall.

The blue-white flame emitted by the Goblet of Fire was particularly eye-catching, and everyone held their breath.

Suddenly, the blue-white flame turned into orange-red, and accompanied by a large number of sparks, a tongue of fire shot up high. When the tongue of fire returned to the wooden cup, a piece of burnt parchment floated down from the air.

Dumbledore stretched out his big hands to catch it, and then used the firelight to read the words on it, and announced loudly: "The champion of Hogwarts! It's Ivy Doom!"

Ivy stood up from the Slytherin table, nodded to Dumbledore amid the cheers and applause, and then walked into the small room on the side of the hall.

The room was covered with pictures, and in the middle a fire was burning brightly.

But other than that, there is nothing.

Ivy listened to the cheers and applause that broke out again outside and conjured up a comfortable armchair for himself.

The door was opened again, and in came Krum, the Bulgarian boy.

His eyes lingered on the fireplace and the armchair under Ivy's butt, and he simply nodded as a greeting and leaned against the mantelpiece.

Soon the third warrior came in, it was the silver-haired Furong.

Seeing that there was no second chair in the room, Fleur snorted in dissatisfaction: "Is this the way Hogwarts treats guests?"

"No, this is my way of entertaining guests." Ivy shook his finger and then snapped his fingers. Suddenly, two new armchairs appeared in front of the empty fireplace, as well as a small round table with three glasses of wine with tempting aroma on it.

"Come sit down," Ivy invited. "Let's have a drink together."

"For what?" Furong's face turned slightly red. She already understood that the chair under Ivy's butt was also conjured up by him using magic.

"I don't know." Ivy curled his lips, "Maybe Halloween?"

"For the Triwizard Tournament." Krum had already picked up his glass and was looking at Ivy in front of him with a very serious look.

"Okay." Ivy agreed, "Then let's do it for the Triwizard Tournament."

When the three warriors raised their glasses together, the door opened again and Harry, who seemed at a loss, stood at the door.

Ivey was not surprised by this.

(End of this chapter)