From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 43 Quirrell and the Giant

"You sent them all to the school hospital?" Hermione's eyes widened. "During that week, the Gryffindor common room was full of rumors about the dark magic experiment accident in the Slytherin dungeon... I think it must be Fred and George who often sneak out for night walks and made blind guesses."

"Hmm." Ivy snorted with satisfaction. "Guess what, I quite like this idea. Maybe I should do some dark magic experiments at Hogwarts?"

A look of horror immediately appeared on Hermione's face. As far as she knew, Ivy was a lawless wizard who did not care about the consequences most of the time.

Look at what he did. On the first day of school, he sent all the students in the school to the school hospital. He ran out in the middle of the night to roam around, attacked the Hogwarts janitor with magic, and even modified his memory! These are just what Hermione knows. Since they are in different schools, maybe Ivy has done something big behind the scenes that no one else knows!
You see, he is a Slytherin after all.

Hermione felt her throat was a little dry, and she couldn't immediately confirm whether Ivy was joking or really had such an idea, so she took another sip of fragrant black tea to moisten her throat, and then advised: "Principal Dumbledore is the most famous white wizard in the 20th century. I don't think you will..."

"Of course not." Ivy nodded, "But he is also the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and the Chief Magician of the Wizengamot, so there will always be times when he is not in school. I just have to act according to the circumstances."

"Oh, Ivy." Hermione sighed and continued to persuade: "I heard that black magic will invisibly change the temperament of wizards. Those wizards who are well versed in black magic have all changed their temperaments without exception. Some are even no longer themselves! I think you should not put too much effort into black magic..."

"Hahaha..." Ivy burst into laughter before Hermione could finish her words of persuasion.

The clever little witch immediately realized that Ivy was just joking.

"How can you joke about black magic!" the little witch said angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Look, Hermione." Ivy stopped laughing. "When people know that you are capable and likely to do something that is not so right, if they are powerless to stop you, they will start to persuade you with kind words, trying to make you give up the idea. This is the margin of strength."

"In other words," Ivy leaned forward slightly, tapping his fingers on the table, "if people don't quite agree that you're right, then there are only two possibilities."

"Either things are not as right as you think, or you are not strong enough."

Ivy slid back comfortably into the armchair and continued, "Is what you insist on not being right, Hermione?"

"Of course not!" Hermione said firmly, like a lioness.

"That's because you are not strong enough." Ivy concluded, "You need to become stronger, and let them know and recognize this. In this way, people will treasure your kindness and regard your suggestions as the truth."

Hermione's face wrinkled up, and she tried to think. Although Ivy's words sounded reasonable, she still instinctively wanted to refute.

"Maybe..." The little witch's voice sounded full of self-doubt, "What is recognized by the majority is correct." She thought of the group of troublemakers in Gryffindor who never abided by the school rules.

Ivy couldn't help laughing: "Haha, you know what? Most people believe that 'the truth is only in the hands of a few people', because they all think they are the few who hold the truth." "Okay. Maybe you're right." Hermione gave up thinking and began to seek Ivy's advice. "Then what should I do? You know, I'm just a first-year student, not an ancient wizard from more than a hundred years ago."

"Oh, don't get too cocky, Hermione." Ivy shook her finger. "You're the smartest witch I've ever met. All you need is a little time and help. And I can provide that."

"Although my mother always says that I should do my own things." Hermione looked determined, "but she is not a witch, so how can she understand the troubles of little wizards?"

"Very good. First of all, let's take the first step." Ivy nodded. "Enjoy the Halloween dinner! You are only in the first grade, there is still time. There is no need to rush to start."

The Charms class for first-year Slytherin students is the last class this afternoon, and it will be dinner time after class.

Although it was not yet completely dark, various pumpkin lanterns had already begun to light up in the castle. They were special varieties that Hagrid had personally cultivated, and they were incredibly large.

With such a great festive atmosphere, how can you not enjoy it?

"It's only once a year..." Hermione bit her lip. Although she was a strong-willed and impatient person, she also had a taste for enjoying life. "It's time to enjoy the festive atmosphere. So when will your help start?"

"Maybe now..." Ivy looked in the direction of the castle. A sneaky figure just came out from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, bypassed Professor Sprout's greenhouse and garden, and was about to enter the castle.

"What? Didn't you say to enjoy the banquet first..." Hermione was very confused.

"Shh..." Ivy cast a disillusionment spell, hiding Hermione and herself from the Black Lake. "Look over there! Right next to the greenhouse."

"Who is that?" It was getting dark, and Hermione couldn't see clearly, but the black figure's high bulge of turban still betrayed him. "Professor Quirrell? What is he doing there?"

"Maybe they want to add a festive atmosphere to Halloween." Ivy laughed. He remembered this part. In order to get the Philosopher's Stone, Quirrell brought a troll into the castle just to divert the attention of other faculty and staff.

"Come, try this." Ivy directed an elemental orb into Hermione's hand. It was a scarlet-red, flaming orb.

"What is this? How do I use it? I heard you made it yourself? Did you refer to Harry's broomstick?" Hermione held the crystal ball that exuded warmth in her hand and asked a series of questions, "I don't see how it has anything to do with the broomstick..."

"You can think of it as a weapon. Just aim it at the target and say: Fire ball!" Ivy put his hand on the elemental orb and aimed it at the lake.

A fireball with bright flashes flew from the elemental orb to the calm surface of the Black Lake, and with a low roar, it burst into a blaze of flames. Steam and water splashed together, and waves rose on the vast lake.

(End of this chapter)