From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 46 Ancient Magic
"So, you're doing all this for Quirrell?" Ivy asked, watching Dumbledore take out his wand and restore the corridor bit by bit. "Not for some Boy-Who-Lived?"

"I... well..." Dumbledore sighed, "How much do you know, Mr. Doom?"

"Not a lot." Ivy saw a trace of pity on Dumbledore's spirited face. "For example, the three-headed dog in the classroom on the fourth floor? For example, the treasure that Hagrid took out of Gringotts? As far as I know, Harry went with him."

"Let me guess, is this some kind of test, or some kind of reward? Or maybe both?" Ivy carefully observed the expression on Dumbledore's face. He had regained the calmness and wisdom of the greatest wizard of the 20th century.

"Can I trust you, Mr. Doom?" Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled even in the dim light, and there was a seriousness on his face.

"Hogwarts will always be my home." Ivy repeated what he had said to Dumbledore in the headmaster's office. "Besides, my wand is made of silver basswood."

The holder of a silver lime wand is usually considered to be skilled in prophecy and Legilimency. Ivy was alerting Dumbledore that he had discovered that Dumbledore was spying on his mind.

"Oh, sorry." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses. "I am very old now and can no longer remember many things. If I have offended you, young man, I believe you will forgive me."

"I must remind you," Ivy said with an impeccable smile, "I am 144 years old this year."

"But you are still a first-year student at Hogwarts, and you will definitely forgive your confused old headmaster." Dumbledore directed the armor in the distance to pick up the helmet that had fallen on the ground and return to its original position.

"As you wish." Ivy didn't intend to continue to argue with Dumbledore on this matter. Sometimes a temporary concession is for the greater good.

"It's getting late, and my stomach is growling with hunger. I hope they can leave some food for me." Ivy nodded slightly, as if saying goodbye to Dumbledore. "If possible, I think I should go back to bed, Headmaster. You know, I have been sealed in crystal for more than a hundred years, and my body has shrunk. In order not to affect my development, I'd better try not to stay up late."

Dumbledore made no additional comment, and Ivy turned and left.

But he had just taken the second step when Dumbledore's voice came from behind: "Ivy!"

He switched to a more intimate name and stopped calling Ivey "Mr. Doom."

"Professor?" Ivy turned and waited for Dumbledore to continue.

There was a long and solemn silence, but Ivy was patient. There was a reason why he was thrown into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. Snakes are patient.

"Ivy, how much do you know about Voldemort?" Dumbledore finally asked softly.

"Oh, the ones in the books." Ivy was referring to the entire Harry Potter series, but no one would have guessed what he meant by that. "Death Eaters, the Dark Lord, and of course, the fact that he was killed by his own Killing Curse."

"Harry." Dumbledore's voice sounded very low, "His fate is linked to Voldemort. And I believe that Voldemort is not dead yet."

Ivy noticed that his eyes were fixed on the wand in his hand, and he immediately understood that Dumbledore was alluding to the prophecy, so he continued with Dumbledore's words: "So... a prophecy?"

"You are amazingly smart, Ivy." Dumbledore looked at Ivy again, "I can't believe you only went to Hogwarts for one year." "You're not the first person to say that." Ivy shrugged, "So what do you need me to do?"

"Help him, help Harry. He is just a child." Dumbledore said, "In the meantime, I will solve the secret of Voldemort's immortality to prevent him from bringing more disasters to the wizarding world."

"If your other students heard this, they would be very sad about your partiality." Ivy smiled and said jokingly, "Then let's talk about compensation."

"As you can see." Ivy shook the Slytherin robes slightly. "I am a Slytherin and proud of it."

Dumbledore's expression was obviously much more relaxed. He asked, "What do you want, Ivy?"

"I'm a very greedy person." Ivy knows himself very well, "Endless knowledge, absolute power, that's all."

"That's not all." Dumbledore's tone was full of surprise. After a pause, he realized that Ivy was not joking, so he added, "The most powerful force I know is love."

"Of course, I understand." Ivy nodded.

"Do you understand?" Dumbledore asked back. At some point just now, in his eyes, Ivy overlapped with Voldemort, or the young Tom Riddle, for a moment.

"It's not just love." Ivy explained, "The power of ancient wizards comes from emotions. Hatred, disgust, jealousy, anger, sacrifice, expectation, dedication... These emotions can strengthen the power of ancient magic. The ancient magic secret library buried under Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago is the emotion collected by ancient wizards."

"I saw it in Harry, too." Ivy ignored Dumbledore's gradually widening eyes and continued to explain, "It is a passionate and rich ancient magic, an ancient magic about love."

"Since you have already..." Dumbledore hesitated, "There is nothing I can do to help you with ancient magic."

"Don't forget, I only went to Hogwarts for one year." Ivy reminded with a smile.

Dumbledore also laughed, and his white beard trembled happily. "As you know, the password to the headmaster's office is Lemon Hard Candy. You are always welcome to visit me."

Ivy also started laughing, and for a moment the corridor was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Oh, right!" Dumbledore suddenly seemed to have thought of something, "The magic prop that blew up this corridor was lent to Miss Granger by you, right?"

The happy laughter stopped abruptly, and Ivy looked at him with a stern face: "I haven't heard of any magic props."

"Whether it's yours or not, Ivy, I must warn you not to use such powerful magic in the castle next time." Dumbledore looked around alertly and said softly, "At least don't let other professors find out."

　This chapter is late. I spent a lot of time revising it. Dumbledore's dialogue is really hard to write.
　　
　
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