From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 52: New Members of the Slytherin Quidditch Team

Perhaps Snape felt ashamed of Slytherin's defeat, so early the next morning, he announced in front of all Slytherins that Ivy would join the Quidditch team.

No cheering, no applause.

All the students in the Slytherin common room gasped and looked at Ivy.

In response, Ivy said he was used to it and saluted with a relaxed look.

"Clap, clap, clap..." Cassandra was the first to applaud, and then the others in the common room woke up as if from a dream and gave half-hearted applause.

"Mr. Flint," Snape called the name of Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, from the top of the stairs. "Mr. Doom's position in the team will be decided by your consultation. Just report to me before the next game."

Seeing Flint nod, Snape waved his sleeves and said, "Sirs and ladies, you may go to dinner." Then he left the common room.

But when Snape left, the crowd in the common room still did not disperse.

Prefect Gemma Farley stepped out from the crowd and stood on the landing.

"Mr. Doom." She called Ivy's name, "Do you remember what you said that day?"

Ivy didn't understand what she was talking about, so he didn't respond.

"The strong make the rules, and the weak follow them." The female prefect continued, "We are all waiting for your rules."

"You were all defeated in one duel?" Ivy clicked his fingernails nonchalantly. "I thought you would have more backbone."

The Slytherin common room fell into silence, as if no one expected Ivy to say that.

After two generations of the Dark Lord's rampage, the wizard supremacists and pure-blood supremacists still alive in the wizarding world are nothing but the remnants of the dead.

They have neither the urge to devote themselves to their ideals nor the desire to pursue the highest goals. They just use these slogans to unite a group of pitiful people who are also thinking about petty gains.

Although these poor fellows still possess certain power and wealth, it cannot change the fact that they are about to fall into desolation.

And Ivy's ambition has never been to lead a group of shrewd people to fight for power in the magic world, but to seize real power by relying on magic, a technology that transcends common sense.

So he never took these classmates seriously.

"I have only one rule. From now on, the word 'Mudblood' will not be allowed to appear in Hogwarts castle." Ivy did not take the Slytherins' feelings seriously, so she only stated a very simple rule.

Gemma Farley, the head girl standing on the steps, couldn't believe her ears. She didn't expect that the Slytherins' loyalty and submission would only be rewarded with such a light sentence.

"Why..." This voice came from nowhere, but it represented the voice of all the Slytherins present.

"Because I'm not going to rule the world, nor am I going to fight death," Ivy chuckled and replied, "My goal is to break through the limits of magic. So... what can you contribute to this goal?"

No one answered. Even if someone did, Ivy wouldn't care.

Because there are not many wizards in this world who are truly close to the limit, Voldemort's areas of expertise basically overlap with Ivy's, both of which are in the direction of dark magic. Grindelwald has spent most of his life in the prison drawn by Dumbledore, and it is difficult to speculate how much magical attainments he has, so only the strongest white wizard Dumbledore is worth referring to.

Therefore, Ivy would not give up Hogwarts on his own initiative before getting all the useful things from Dumbledore, not to mention that there is also the world-famous forbidden books area here.

Glancing at the Slytherin common room that had fallen silent again, Ivy spoke again: "The Quidditch team will gather at the stadium after dinner tonight. Since it is the Dean's order, I will still do it well."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to anything in the common room and left.

Ivy has actually had a lot going on recently. In addition to continuing to use his expertise in making strange objects to create some interesting little inventions, he also continued to look for things he thought were interesting in the Grimoire of Destruction.

For example, this feat - Gaze Spell.

In the Grimoire of Destruction, this feat is described as follows:

The caster can cast a spell with a casting time of no more than six seconds as a gaze. It can be kept in one eye for up to eight hours, and one spell can be stored in each eye, up to a maximum of two.

In Ivy's opinion, this specialty can almost be regarded as the predecessor of the magic eye. If the connection between this part of the body and magic is greatly strengthened, maybe one day in the future, Ivy can skip the preparation time and cast spells directly by relying on his eyes.

In that case, Ivy's eyes might also become a magical material to some extent, such as the throat sac of a fire dragon that can spit fire, the fur of an invisible beast that can become invisible, and the body of a bird snake that can change size at will.

The Gaze Spell expertise was very suitable for a curious guy like Ivy in terms of both practicality and plasticity, so he decided to choose it the first time he saw it.

Spells in the DND worldview can of course be cast successfully and seamlessly, but what about wizard spells? Ivy has been able to successfully use the wandless and silent versions of some spells. If these spells can be cast with the eyes, wouldn't it be much more concealed and deterrent?

Using only the gaze to cast the petrification spell is like Medusa in mythology. If you are even more daring, if you can use the gaze to cast the "Avada Biting the Big Melon", wouldn't it directly steal the role of the basilisk in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

Just by imagining the future, Ive has foreseen many possibilities, which is simply a specialty tailor-made for him.

Snape just exempted him from detention and instead asked him to join the Quidditch team and win the next game against Gryffindor.

This undoubtedly freed up a lot of time for Ivy to study magic, not to mention that he no longer gained any experience points from processing materials in the Potions classroom.

To this day, there is still a spell in Ivy's first-level spell list that has never been used - find familiar.

Ivy once planned to use it to summon a black cat as a pet, but now that magic research takes up a lot of his time, he gave up the idea.

Cats are furry abysses. Ivy believes that any wizard who aspires to explore magic should not keep a cat. Who can resist the temptation of a cat?
If you have a cat, you'll be so absorbed in its fur, paw pads, meows, and pleasant purring that you'll neglect your time studying magic.

Ivy knew that he was a person who followed his heart and had no self-control. If he really kept a cat, he would probably fall behind in his research on magic.

In that case, why not use this magic from the beginning!
No matter what, you must not step into the abyss called Cat Cat!
(End of this chapter)