From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 42: Halloween

October 31st, Halloween Eve.

The air in the castle was filled with the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin. Ivy was very satisfied with the roasted pumpkin pie for breakfast today.

He was not only satisfied with the delicious food on the table, but also with the way his classmates looked at him.

After more than a month of careful production, his three elemental orbs were finally completed. Therefore, on the special day of Halloween Eve, he decided to make his three elemental orbs debut from morning to night.

The three-color elemental ball slowly rotated around Ivy's shoulders like a satellite, and everyone who passed by him exclaimed in admiration.

Ivy, a typical Slytherin, undoubtedly felt very comfortable. He enjoyed this atmosphere from the strands of his hair to the soles of his feet, the atmosphere of being noticed.

"Oh! Which joke shop's new product is this? What else can they do besides glow?" said a red-haired Gryffindor, Ivy couldn't tell if it was Fred or George.

"And you can blast your enemies into pieces." Ivy is honest and brave, and never lies.

"You know what? We like that. If we had a little money in our pockets, we would definitely ask the price." Another Weasley said, and then they left under the murderous gaze of all Slytherins.

For the rest of the day, Ivy was always followed by one or two Slytherin senior students. They neither came forward to talk to Ivy nor disturbed any of Ivy's actions. They were only responsible for using their bodies and eyes to drive away every little wizard who wanted to get close to Ivy.

Ivy was very confused about this. Could it be that these guys were getting anxious again?
But since no one showed any hostility, Ivy let them go.

Today, the first-year Slytherin students had a Charms class, so Ivy set out for the Charms classroom with three elemental orbs on his head.

Just as she was walking through a corridor filled with portraits of all kinds, Ivy was bumped into by a reckless little witch.

Fortunately, the two were not running very fast, so there were no scenes that people like to see. Ivy only heard a crying "I'm sorry" and the little witch ran away without looking back.

"Get out of my way! You're blocking my way!"

Ivy looked back and saw that the little brown-haired witch was stopped by the senior Slytherin who was following him.

These senior Slytherin students seemed to be following in shifts. At least the two in front of him were not the two that Ivy knew at first.

They moved in lockstep with Hermione's steps, always standing firmly in front of her.

As a last resort, Hermione loudly denounced their behavior in the corridor.

There were quite a few Gryffindor students around, all of whom had just walked out of the Charms classroom, but no one came forward to help.

"Get out of the way." Ivy said in an almost commanding tone.

"But she..." The tall Slytherin student wanted to refute, but his companion pulled his sleeve, then he stopped talking and gave way without saying a word.

Hermione did not move forward, but stood there wiping away tears, her eyes moving back and forth between the Slytherin senior student who had just blocked her way and Ivy. "Dong Dong Dong" That was the sound of Hermione's small leather shoes knocking on the floor, and she came to Ivy aggressively.

All she said was, “How did you do that?”

"What do you mean?" Ivy tilted her head, not quite understanding why she suddenly asked that.

"I just bumped into you accidentally, and the two 'bodyguards' following you stopped me without hesitation." Hermione turned around and glared at the two senior Slytherin students, then continued, "You always speak in a condescending manner, but you can still win people's respect. Why are people unwilling to follow the right thing, but are willing to gather around an arrogant guy like you?"

"The right thing?" Ivy understood that Hermione was referring to school rules and the like. He smiled and said, "That can't be explained in just a few words. If you have time, maybe we can find a place to chat."

"I think you're the one who doesn't have time," said Hermione, looking at the Standard Book of Spells, Level 1 in Ivy's hand.

"It's okay." Ivy hooked his finger at the Slytherin student who had been following him, and then, in the latter's confused eyes, used a disguise technique from the DND world view to change his appearance, making him look exactly like himself.

Then, Ivy stuffed the textbook in his hand into his hand, patted his shoulder and instructed: "Help me go to the Charms class. I think the first-year content should not be difficult for you. And remember not to be too conspicuous."

So, in everyone's shocked gaze, Ivy took Hermione out of the corridor of the Charms classroom.

By the Black Lake, Ivy used magic to conjure up two chairs and a tea table filled with snacks. This certainly did not violate Gamp's basic laws of transfiguration, because the food and drinks were prepared by the house elves.

Ivy used summons to inform them, and these versatile helpers for household chores were happy to serve every little wizard in the castle.

Before Hermione could speak, Ivy raised a finger to stop her and pushed the brewed tea towards her.

After watching Hermione take a big sip with satisfaction, Ivy asked, "It's been a rough time, isn't it?"

Hermione's mood, which had just improved due to the hot tea, immediately dropped visibly.

"Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sad story." Ivy slowed down his tone, and the three elemental orbs around his shoulders also slowed down their rotation speed. "I think maybe I have some responsibility in this regard. Recently, I have been busy making magic items and neglected my friends' feelings. That's why I didn't notice your situation in the first place."

Hermione looked at the three glittering elemental orbs. The word "friend" gave her a little comfort. Not long ago, Ron pointed out sharply: "She doesn't even have a friend."

Ivy picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Very good, now let's talk about your question. Why do people prefer me who is superior to them instead of you who is always right, Miss Hermione?"

Hermione's expectant eyes focused on Ivy's face.

"Because kindness from the strong is always flattering." Ivy smiled, "Compared to Harry, Ron, Malfoy, and even the other six little wizards in the grade, I am obviously stronger."

Hermione's brown eyes were filled with suspicion.

"Remember the duel between Harry and Malfoy? On the first night of school, I defeated almost all the senior Slytherin students in a duel and sent them all to the school hospital."

(End of this chapter)