From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 323 Fire Dragon Area

Ivy had no intention of attending class obediently, and after becoming a Hogwarts warrior, his behavior became even more outrageous.

Many classes taking classes at the magical animal breeding base can see him roaming in the deepest part of the park, near the cliffs and caves made of huge rocks.

This is a place reserved for dangerous creatures like fire dragons. But right now, there is only one fire dragon here, Norbeta.

"You need to try to develop a rapport with it." Ivy watched Cassandra throw a piece of bloody beef to Norberta.

The latter stabbed the beef with its sharp teeth, then threw it into the air, roasted it into a black mass with the blazing dragon flame, and finally ate it with satisfaction.

"Like I said before, this Norwegian Ridgeback will be your companion in the future. I will use magic to connect your minds, which will significantly enhance Norbeta's intelligence. If you can continue to grow, it may be able to speak one day." Ivy folded her arms and looked at Cassandra. The fourth-year girl grew up very quickly, and she had already attracted the attention of many suitors in Slytherin College.

But due to Ivy's power, no one has dared to cross the line.

"As you wish, Lord Doom." Cassandra said respectfully and humbly. Since becoming Ivy's warlock, this girl seemed to have lost her former pride and turned into a docile cat.

Ivy knew very well that this was because she had grown up and would no longer wave her claws at beings far more powerful than herself like a cub.

After staring at Cassandra's blonde hair for a while, Ivy suddenly said, "I remember promising you that I would allow you to watch when I kill Voldemort?"

Cassandra stuffed the raw beef in her hand back into the bucket, ignored Norbeta's dissatisfied roar, and turned to look at Ivy: "It is true, Lord Doom."

"Well, you can make preparations. This will be completed within this school year. I promise that you will see the end of Voldemort with your own eyes before the Triwizard Tournament." Ivy nodded and said calmly, as if Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had dominated the wizarding world for many years, was no better than a beggar on the street to him.

"I... thank you..." Cassandra lowered her head, "I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"In fact, according to my own aesthetics, I should give you the power and then watch you crush him to ashes." Ivy added, "But Voldemort's soul is of some use to me, and this guy has always been cunning and cruel, and it will undoubtedly take a long time for you to grow up, so I have to do it myself."

Cultivating a magician like Cassandra for his own use was a spare move that Ivy had laid. Now he was a qualified nine-ring spellcaster and had gained the ability to travel between the multiverses. Although this power was not yet stable, he could already see countless possibilities for the future.

Find a suitable world and create an armed force that completely obeys his orders. Ivy believes that this is very necessary. A spellcaster like him can't do everything by himself.

In fact, the Earth under our feet is a very suitable choice, but this planet is already too crowded. Six billion human beings live in a land that accounts for less than 60% of the total area of the planet, and there are also many countries with different cultures.

Moreover, the world was already too civilized, and it would be extremely time-consuming and laborious to rule it directly, so this idea only flashed through Ivy's mind.

Ivy has a preliminary idea to build a school that can travel across the multiverse to pass on magic knowledge to the worlds he has visited. Use the power of magic to lure the best from other worlds to serve him. At the same time, with the help of these smart people, continue to climb the peak of magic.

Does it feel like déjà vu? That’s right, it was after Ivy received the admission letter from Strixhaven that he came up with this idea.

Strixhaven sounds like a similar institution, and it can also send admission letters to nine-ring spellcasters like Ivy. Ivy decided to go deeper into it and find out whether this magic university is worthy of its name or has ulterior motives.

But no matter what, recruiting a group of men who are willing to obey your orders is certainly a good decision. It's just that Ivy has no other means to take others on a multiverse trip except the Room of Requirement.

His top priority now is to raise the professional level of [Scribe Mage] as soon as possible to obtain more eighth-ring and ninth-ring spell slots.

However, gaining experience points is not an easy thing. It is always a good idea to arrange some idle pieces while accumulating strength.

There were footsteps on the trail leading to the dragon area, and Ivy and Cassandra both looked up. Those were not the footsteps of the half-giant Hagrid. He walked heavily, like an elephant walking on two feet.

It was Draco Malfoy.

Ivy seldom saw him this semester, but he had heard him use his name to strengthen the cohesion of the small group in Slytherin more than once, and the frequency of discriminating against Muggles such as Mudbloods in Slytherin had also decreased a lot.

It seems that Lucius has explained some necessary things to his good son, especially about the family's position.

Malfoy still looked meticulously dressed, but his cheeks were a little thinner, making his chin look sharper.

There was only one follower following Malfoy, and Ivy knew it was Crabbe, because his half-brother Goyle had dropped out of school and was at home because his father's identity as a Death Eater was confirmed.

"Ivy." Malfoy called Ivy's name nervously, and at the same time couldn't help but secretly look in Cassandra's direction.

Ivy knew that Malfoy was not looking at his own warlock, but at the little dragon Norbeta behind him. This boy named "Dragon" had a paranoid love for dragons. Maybe he would choose to take the advanced class of protecting magical animals in the future, and endure Hagrid, a character he didn't like, just to be with dragons.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Ivy was always easy to talk to when facing his friends.

"I'm afraid Potter is going to fight with the others." Malfoy whispered, "I can't stop him. I can't go against the collective will of Slytherin... They think Potter has stolen your glory as a warrior."

"How presumptuous." Ivy was a little bored. He did intend to develop some followers among the Slytherin students, but for some reason, the Slytherin students who appeared during his school years looked more like trolls than the other, and it was difficult to find one or two smart people.

Ivy remembered that Slytherins a hundred years ago were not like this. They all spoke nicely and knew extremely evil black magic. They were completely different from these students who only engaged in group bullying and discrimination.

But some of their fathers controlled important departments of the Ministry of Magic, and Ivy couldn't manipulate them with too harsh means, because Ivy knew very well that fear would not only bring obedience, but also breed betrayal.

"Cassandra." Ivy looked at her warlock, "I want you to stop them before a conflict breaks out." "Yes, Lord Doom." Cassandra nodded, her golden hair swaying gently, "But what if they have already started fighting?"

"In any case, stop the fighting." Ivy thought for a while and then added, "If those idiots are unwilling to obey, ensure a fair duel environment. If they really want to regain the 'glory' for me, let them face Harry one-on-one."

"I see," Cassandra replied, but her body made no move to leave.

"What's wrong? Do you have any questions?" Ivy asked, tilting his head.

"If Potter wins, can I challenge him for your honor?" Cassandra asked quietly.

Ivy frowned. "Don't you understand? I don't care about the so-called 'Glory of the Hogwarts Warrior' at all. Participating in the Triwizard Tournament is just a pastime for me. You don't need to..."

Ivy didn't continue talking. He almost understood what Cassandra meant. As the recognized leader of the Slytherin students, he really shouldn't show too much of his intention to favor Harry in such matters.

Although Ivy was very disappointed with these Slytherin students and was not prepared to really make them his followers, the pure-blood wizard families represented by these students still had some value.

He should not just think about getting this matter done, but should think about how to turn events that may shake his prestige into strengths. On the one hand, he should reduce the possibility that Slytherin students would use his name to do things that are not in line with his style; on the other hand, he should also enhance Ivy's prestige among the student group.

There was no doubt that Cassandra was a smart girl. And the interpersonal game among the girls' small circle did not bring her any advantages. At least among the Slytherin girls, Ivy had only heard her voice.

Among the girls in Slytherin, there were quite a few whose family background was comparable to Malfoy's, but Cassandra was able to become the leader not only because of Ivy's power. Mixed-race girls like her had always been marginal figures in the girl group. If there was any mistake in her daily interpersonal communication, she would face countless trivialities.

Therefore, Cassandra's skills in dealing with interpersonal relationships are trustworthy, at least when dealing with interpersonal relationships between girls.

"Hehe," Ivy laughed, "You can do what you want. Let me see what you can do."

He then took out a bag from the Grimoire of Destruction and threw it to Cassandra.

"It contains invigorating potion and distilled essence. Give two bottles to each person who is injured." Ivy waved her hand, indicating that she could leave.

Cassandra put the bag away, nodded respectfully, took two steps back, and then turned and left.

Ivy watched her go away, and suddenly said, "Don't look at it, Draco. If you want to get started, feed the remaining meat to Norberta for Cassandra."

"Really?" Malfoy was overjoyed. Although he still wanted to confirm it, his hands had already honestly picked up the bucket of raw beef from the ground.

The black little dragon looked at Malfoy's face with its orange eyes for a long time, then suddenly opened its mouth and roared at him.

Malfoy couldn't help but take a step back, but when he thought of Ivy being right next to him, he suddenly became a lot braver.

"Good baby! Good baby!" He took out a piece of raw beef from the bucket and shook it towards Norbeta. "Only good babies can eat meat!"

"Draco," Ivy reminded, "Nobeta is a dragon, not a harmless puppy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Norbeta, who had been eyeing the raw beef for a long time, immediately spewed out a burst of flames, scaring Malfoy so much that he screamed and threw the raw beef in his hand far away.

The frightened Malfoy used too much force, and the parabola of the raw beef was no longer something that Norberta could catch by staying where he was. He pushed his legs against the rough rocks, flapped his wings and flew high, perfectly intercepting the raw beef.

After another burst of flames, the fresh raw beef turned into a lump of charcoal. But judging from the noise Norbeta made when chewing, although the surface of the beef had been carbonized, there was still a lot of juice inside.

"Ouch!" Malfoy screamed. "You didn't tie it up?"

"I've already said it," Ivy said with a nonchalant expression, "It's a dragon, not a guard dog."

"Great! It's so beautiful!" Malfoy looked at Norbeta gliding in the air in fascination and kept exclaiming in admiration.

However, the Norwegian Ridgeback, who was waiting to eat beef, was not very happy and blew several mouthfuls of fire at Malfoy on the ground.

The platinum hair on top of his head had curled up due to the high heat, and a few strands had even been ignited, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.

Crabbe, the follower, had hidden his head behind the rocks under the rockery, leaving his fat body exposed.

Malfoy excitedly slapped out the flames on his head and threw raw beef into the air one after another: "Oh my God! It's really tame! I thought no one could tame a dragon! How did you do it, Ivy?"

"It's actually very simple." Ivy looked up at the fire dragon with superb flying skills and explained concisely, "Fire dragons are very smart creatures. They have a strong sense of territory and fighting instincts. Their excellent scales, fire-breathing and flying abilities make them never willing to use their brains. But as long as you show unquestionable strength, they are willing to use their smart brains to figure out how to get along with you."

"It seems that only you can use this method! Wow!" Malfoy exclaimed again.

Because there was no raw beef left in the barrel, but Norberta in the sky was still pestering him, Malfoy had to show it the empty barrel, and the unsatisfied dragon angrily spit out flames in response.

(End of this chapter)