From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 33 Malfoy's Little Scheme
"Malfoy, I don't think I've seen Ivy?" Cassandra glanced at Malfoy, followed by her two little sisters - the quiet Tracy Davis and the always noisy Daphne Greengrass.

In the open space under the clock tower, Malfoy was standing and chatting with several other Slytherin first-year students. When Cassandra and the other two joined, Ivy was the only Slytherin first-year student left.

"What?" Malfoy's face flashed with displeasure at the interruption of the conversation.

Cassandra just rolled her eyes and didn't answer Malfoy's question, while Tracy behind her said, "She said - Ivy isn't here."

"Of course! We are discussing Ivy!" Malfoy said, "He is also a Slytherin. We need to help him, especially to let him know that those Gryffindor boys are just a bunch of idiots, not the lions they claim to be."

"That Weasley is fine, but," Blaise Zabini, who was behind Malfoy, hesitated before saying, "the other one is Harry Potter."

"Come on." Malfoy laughed. "You saw his performance in Potions class. The famous Potter is nothing special. He was lucky to survive the Dark Lord. He is just a first-year student like us, and he has no parents."

"Hehehe..." Several Slytherin freshmen surrounding Malfoy all laughed in low voices. Pansy Parkinson laughed particularly exaggeratedly, as if Malfoy had really told a great joke.

"Hmm..." Blaise Zabini hesitated for a moment and finally stopped talking.

"That's enough." Cassandra absentmindedly smoothed her hair, stopping her smirk from spreading any further. "Tell me about your plan, Malfoy."

"As we all know -" Malfoy showed a sinister smile and said in a long tone, "Potter is an orphan who has lived with his Muggle aunt since he was a child. He had no connection with magic before entering Hogwarts, so I plan to make him make a fool of himself in the flying class so that Ivy will know that he is just a fool with a beautiful appearance."

"Heh." Cassandra let out a hoarse laugh. "Is that your whole plan? A prank like an idiot? If you could get Harry Potter expelled, I'd think highly of you."

Cassandra's bright emerald eyes swept across the faces of every Slytherin behind Malfoy, and finally she shook her head and turned away.

"Jokes and pranks won't win you anything from Ivy, Malfoy."

Tracy Davis nodded to Malfoy and the others and quickly caught up with Cassandra.

Daphne Greengrass, who had long curly golden-chestnut hair, came over and whispered, "To be honest, I'd like to see those Gryffindors make a fool of themselves. But Ivy is not necessarily the same. You have to know that he has taken those senior students..."

At this Daphne Greengrass shuddered, as if a gust of cold wind blew into her collar.

"Anyway, since we are both purebloods, I wish you good luck."

After saying that, Daphne Greengrass quickly caught up with her two little sisters.

Malfoy frowned and stared at the direction they left. "Ignore them, Draco." Pansy Parkinson deliberately raised her voice and shrilled, "In my heart, you are the best!"

"Okay..." Malfoy came back to his senses and gave Pansy a strange look, "Let's continue... Anyway, I think we can scare Potter in the flying class, like pretending to knock him off his broomstick or something... Maybe, we can also..."

Thursday soon arrived. It was a sunny and breezy day, which was not a miracle in September when the sun was still common. But if it were winter, the residents of the British Isles would definitely shout "Hallelujah".

Ivy walked through the corridor of the castle and came to a flat lawn, which was the location of the flying class. As the only physical education class in Hogwarts, flying class really needed a lot of open space.

The lawn was already full of Slytherin students, and everyone had a strange excitement on their faces. Ivy thought that these little Slytherin wizards were used to flying on brooms. He nodded to his classmates and began to reflect on his actions.

His classmates seemed a little afraid of him after sending more than half of the senior Slytherin students to the hospital wing on the night of the start-of-term feast. No one except Cassandra ever spoke to him, and even if he asked, no one dared to look him in the eye.

And they always appear in groups, as if they would be eaten by Ivy if they were alone.

By the time the Gryffindor students began to stand opposite the Slytherins, almost all the people participating in the course had arrived.

Madam Hooch directed twenty-two brooms to line up in two rows on the lawn, making final preparations before class.

Yes, twenty-two is exactly the total number of Slytherin and Gryffindor freshmen this year, but the professors have called the roll enough times that no one would be interested in listening to it all.

Madam Hooch took one last look at her pocket watch and began to call the students to their brooms. "Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand next to a flying broom. Quick, quick, hurry up."

The broom at Ivy's feet was not really neat. The copper hoop used to tie the broom branches was stained with mottled green rust, and the branches sticking everywhere did not have the slightest aesthetic appeal. If Ivy had not cast the "cushion spell" on the wooden handle, she would not have sat on it.

He looked at his classmates' brooms again and was not surprised to find that his own was in good condition.

"Perhaps since a hundred years ago, Hogwarts has never changed the teaching broom."

"Oh, these brooms are definitely not as old as you think, Mr. Doom." Madam Hooch heard Ivy muttering to herself. "In the 1920s, after the two major flying broom companies, Crosssweep and Comet, started their competition, they both provided Hogwarts with a batch of samples as teaching aids, which was also a kind of indirect advertising. It was at that time that Hogwarts eliminated the flying brooms that were more than a hundred years old."

"So the oldest broom in this batch is no more than sixty years old," Madam Hooch concluded.

"Okay! It's time to start teaching!" Madam Hooch shouted from the front. "Everyone! Put your right hand on the broom handle and say: 'Get up!'"

(End of this chapter)