From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 583 The Failed Resurrection Spell
Following the scent of dark magic, Ivy quickly appeared in the outskirts of London in Apparition.

These days, the urban planning of major international cities is really not good. The more famous a city is, the more it resembles a pancake being spread out.

Ivy appeared in a small park, where some old, peeling exercise equipment reflected a damp light under the dim lights. Once the rain stopped and the sun shone on them again, more rust would quickly appear with the help of moisture and a gentle breeze.

Having just arrived in London at the end of August 2008, Ivy was preparing to confirm the exact location of the dark magic, but another killing curse abruptly exposed the target to him.

Turning my head, I saw a mansion across the street from the park. The building was a bit old, but even in the suburbs of London, its price on the second-hand market was not something that working-class people could afford.

The light around him distorted briefly, and when everything returned to normal, Ivy was already standing in front of the entrance to the mansion.

The cast-iron gate was roughly twisted into a pretzel, breaking off a section of the marble statue on the fountain, which now lies silently weeping in the cold rain. The black-painted main gate was also torn into a pile of broken planks by the blasting spell, scattered on the scarlet carpet in the foyer.

There was no light source in the mansion; darkness seemed to seep out from the open doors, and combined with the rain-soaked carpet in the lobby, a sinister and terrifying atmosphere permeated every corner.

It wasn't until Ivy saw the male corpse lying face down at the restaurant entrance that she realized she had stumbled upon a murder scene.

"Ah—" A scream came from deep within the mansion; it was a panicked girl.

Instead of rushing to where the sound came from, Ivy raised her arm and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, the once pitch-black mansion was brightly lit.

The fireplace glowed warmly, and the ornate chandelier with candles illuminated the various artworks and portraits in the hallway, instantly transforming the eerie murder scene back into a luxurious villa suitable for balls and salons.

Regardless of where the dark wizard who broke into the villa and committed murder is, one should be wary of the sudden change in circumstances.

Light dispels not only darkness, but also the courage in the hearts of those who act under the guise of darkness.

Ivy's heels made a crisp sound as they clicked against the wooden floor of the villa. He walked up the stairs with his hands behind his back, taking the opportunity to learn about the homeowner's artistic taste. All the portraits of various figures had their eyes covered and were hiding in the corners of the frames, seemingly unwilling to witness what was actually happening.

The girl who had screamed earlier was now silent, and the dark wizard who had broken in before Ivy was nowhere to be found. Ivy wasn't in a hurry; she figured she could just search room by room.

The sound of pattering footsteps came from the corridor. It was the sound of a pair of chubby little feet stepping on the wooden floor. The cold sweat from fear made the feet seem hesitant and sticky as they left the ground.

Ivy stepped onto the last step, rounded the corner of the corridor, and bumped into a blonde girl running towards her. She was probably around Hogwarts age, but distracted by checking behind her, she landed headfirst in Ivy's stomach.

Although Ivy was a mage, his physical attributes were not inferior with the blessing of magic. When the little girl's head hit his abdomen, she was immediately bounced backward by the reaction force generated by his abdominal muscles and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hehehe... Where are you going, little beauty?" A door in the second-floor corridor was violently kicked open, and a wizard dressed in a wet black robe stood in the corridor.

The man's face was covered in unsightly pockmarks and tumors, with large patches of baldness on his head. The few remaining tufts of hair were dripping black liquid. But what was most striking was his silver arm. Ivy immediately recognized it as a prosthetic arm made entirely of dark magic. Not only could it warp the user's mind, but its creator could also ensure that the user was completely under the control of their dark magic.

Ivy frowned, for he recognized the dark wizard before him: "Peter? Peter Pettigrew?"

"No!" The skinny Peter, who had just met Ivy, clearly hated being called by that name. "I'm Wormtail! Master's Wormtail! Die! You pretty boy who protects the impure!"

Before the thinner Peter could even utter the incantation, Ivy pressed the mithril wand against his chest, and a burst of fire suddenly blazed up. Peter didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell backward to the ground.

The large, charred hole in his chest indicated his manner of death—his chest was pierced by scorching flames.

“Now I understand why the constant teleportation array didn’t work.” Ivy shook his head. There was no way Ivy could leave any trace in this completely different world. He knew very well that he was someone who should not have appeared in the wizarding world.

Upon seeing the dark wizard who had broken into her home dead, the blonde girl, who had been covering her head, began to weep silently.

Ivy didn't have time to deal with this orphan child, because something even more perplexing had happened.

Peter's soul has disappeared.

Back in the wizarding world, Ivy encountered a dark wizard who abused the Killing Curse, and this wizard was even among the top three on the "Most Hated Dark Wizards" list. The moment Ivy recognized Peter, she decided to kill him and extract his soul for proper interrogation.

But who knew that while killing him went smoothly, they ran into problems when it came to extracting his soul.

Ivy cast a necromancy spell, manipulating Peter's corpse to stand up and take a few steps, confirming that the perpetrator was not a necromancy creation and that an undead created by dark magic could not retain the wizard's spellcasting abilities.

Ever since he captured and played with Voldemort's soul hidden in the Horcrux, and used the resurrection ritual to pull several souls from the afterlife, Ivy has been very familiar with the rules of death in the wizarding world.

But the current situation still surprised him a bit.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he naturally had to investigate it thoroughly. Ivy intended to preserve this thinner version of Peter's body carefully, using it as research material to find out where his soul had gone.

After finishing sealing the experimental materials, Ivy clapped her hands and then had time to check on the blonde little girl sitting on the floor.

For someone who has just experienced a major life change, having a good cry to release emotions can generally have a positive effect. If they really can't stop crying, then it's not too late for Ivy to intervene.

The blonde little girl had stopped crying and was curled up in a ball, hugging her knees. Her thick, long blonde hair was like a bright blanket, tightly wrapping her small, thin body.

A pair of large, emerald-green eyes, misty with tears, stared unblinkingly at Ivy.

"Cassandra?" Ivy's surprise was palpable. This child who had just lost her parents was actually the sorceress Ivy had left at Hogwarts, or rather, her alternate counterpart from another dimension. "You know me?" Hearing her name from Ivy, the thin, small Cassandra immediately relaxed, timidly confirming her relationship with the person before her, "Then what is the relationship between my parents... and you?"

This is a rather complicated issue.

Ivy can't exactly say, "I'm your never-before-seen master," can she? That's just too absurd!
Moreover, the Cassandra before us and Ivy's sorcerer should be two completely different individuals, and Ivy's past experiences and knowledge should not be brought into this.

Furthermore, while Cassandra, the sorcerer, also had a tragic backstory of losing both parents, she was saved by her Muggle uncle with a classic Colt revolver. Besides, she, along with Harry, Malfoy, and others, belonged to the Class of '91 at Hogwarts; how could she still be so small in 2008?
Ivy knew that she hadn't lived in the original Harry Potter timeline, and the timeline she was now in didn't seem to be 10 years after the main storyline ended. After all, Peter Pettigrew in the original series had already been killed by Voldemort's dark magic because of his slight hesitation towards Harry.

"This must be what they call a deflected world line, right?" Ivy decided to gather some information about the magical world first before discussing the next course of action.

“It’s a bit complicated…” Ivy shook a blanket out of the Grimoire of Destruction and picked up little Cassandra from the floor. “But you can call me uncle.”

Little Cassandra obediently snuggled into Ivy's arms, rested her chin on his shoulder, and softly hummed in agreement.

"Anyway, let's go see how your parents are first. If we're lucky, they might still be saved." Ivy has already decided to resurrect the Worleys, and she'll ask her opinion on the same thing when she meets her sorcerer.

“No…” Cassandra almost groaned, “They’re all beyond saving… The Killing Curse has no counter…”

This is truly an incredible insight for a preschooler at Hogwarts.

But Ivy shook her finger: "That might not be the case for me."

Under Cassandra's puzzled gaze, Ivy reached into the Grimoire of Destruction again and pulled out two fluffy Yordle sprites.

One of them is Bobby with an afro, dressed as a butler, and the other is Bobby with twin ponytails, dressed as a fancy cook.

"At your service, Master Doom!" The two furry Bobbies bowed respectfully to Ivy as soon as they appeared.

"Let's make this our base for now. DouDou, go and repair the things that were damaged by the dark wizard. Paopao, go and prepare a hot meal, and get her a cup of hot chocolate while you're at it." Ivy gave a few simple instructions, then carried little Cassandra into the house.

Cassandra's mother was exactly the same blonde woman Ivy had seen in her sorcerer memories, and even more beautiful than Sirius Black's cousins.

Those eyes, which should have been bright emerald green, were now lifeless, like a stagnant pool. Her beautiful body was cold and stiff, lying awkwardly on the soft carpet.

Little Cassandra, unwilling to see her mother's body again, buried her head in Ivy's shoulder and sobbed softly.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll bring her back soon.” With a flick of his wrist, the Philosopher’s Stone, capable of bringing the dead back to life, appeared in his palm.

Ivy tightened her grip slightly, and crimson liquid welled up from between her fingers, dripping into Lady Worley's mouth. Once the entire Philosopher's Stone had been transformed into her life force, the soul of the dead would be able to return from the realm of the dead.

Ivy remembered that it was called the Spirit World by Dumbledore's sister, a place with many strange properties. According to Harry, who had also been to the Spirit World, time seemed to pass more slowly there the more active one's mind was, and faster the more peaceful one's mind was.

When the entire Philosopher's Stone was used up, Ivy also pulled herself out of her thoughts.

The young woman's corpse in front of them did indeed resume breathing, but that was all.

Like the dark wizard Peter, Mrs. Worley's soul has vanished, and Ivy's Philosopher's Stone has failed to bring her back.

Ivy has cast resurrection spells quite a few times, but she has never failed to do so.

Whether they were those who paid him or the parents of his relatives and friends, they all had some attachment to this world. Therefore, after learning that they could be resurrected, they all returned to the mortal world from the spirit world without any hesitation and reunited with their families.

But this was the first time Ivy had encountered a situation like Mrs. Worley's.

He stood up from beside the undead Mrs. Worley, frowned and thought for a moment, then decided to use the resurrection spell on Mr. Worley on the first floor.

If he experiences the same thing, then it's safe to conclude that the disappearance of the three souls in this mansion wasn't due to magic, but rather a problem with the state of this worldline itself.

Perhaps the Grim Reaper who bestowed the Deathly Hallows upon the Peverell brothers tightened the censorship of souls in the afterlife, thus preventing Ivy's resurrection spell from succeeding as usual.

“They’re breathing…” Little Cassandra stared at her parents’ rising and falling chests and murmured, “Are they alive, Uncle?”

“They can’t be considered alive.” Ivy tilted her head and thought for a moment. “My magic couldn’t find their souls.”

For young Cassandra, who had not yet received any magical education, this question remained very difficult to understand.

Ivy reached out and ruffled her hair, putting on a relaxed expression: "In short, this state certainly doesn't count as being dead. I promise you, I will definitely bring them back to life."

The damage caused to the mansion by the dark wizard Peter has been completely rectified by the butler Bobby using the magic of the elves. Even the dining table is now filled with a feast meticulously prepared by the cook Bobby, and the mouthwatering aroma can be smelled even in the master bedroom on the second floor of the mansion.

Avi took Cassandra's hand and led her downstairs: "Since things have come to this, let's eat first. We'll visit your parents again tomorrow morning."

Cassandra responded softly, then glanced back at her parents, who seemed lost in a dream.

(End of this chapter)