From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 587 Diagon Alley Encounters in the New World (Part Two)
Ron and Hermione in this timeline are probably dead.

The magical trio was also completely shattered.

As an officially published Harry Potter memoir, "The Sacrifice of Glory" contains very little factual account; it is simply a great man's remembrance of two deceased friends.

The book makes no mention of the details of their sacrifice, nor of the reactions of their family and friends.

In conclusion, Ivy believes that only one word can describe it: one-sided story, Harry Potter's one-sided story.

Having sacrificed a spell slot to quickly read the book using Scholar's Touch, Ivy frowned deeply, feeling no better than if she had eaten shit.

In fact, he should have been more vigilant. It would be too absolute to condemn all memoirs and autobiographies published by living people as utter garbage, but if every other book were burned, there would definitely be some that slipped through the net.

If we include women like Rita Skeeter who are adept at stirring up trouble, there are very few biographies of deceased wizards in the magical world that actually contain one or two works with credible evidence.

Ivy found it hard to believe that, based on such a vague memoir, Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix could really not see any suspicious points in the deaths of Ron and Hermione.
Ivy didn't actually care about justice in this world, nor whether Ron and Hermione died a worthy death. Because he knew very well that infinite timelines meant infinite possibilities, and all the individuals in this world were irrelevant to him.

Upon arriving, Ivy had only established contact with Cassandra's family, a connection made possible by her contract with Cassandra's mother. Although Ivy saw them as two distinct individuals, their souls seemed remarkably similar; at the very least, Ivy could sense her power beginning to leak into Cassandra's mother along the path of this contract.

Ivy's strength was growing rapidly, so actively suppressing this radiation wasn't difficult for her. As for the little girl who had lost both her parents, Ivy wouldn't harbor any ulterior motives towards her.

Aside from the Voray couple's dissociative identity disorder, which piqued Ivy's interest, he had no intention of continuing to entangle himself with this strange timeline.

The parallel universe exploration magic he used on the continent of Faerûn, relying on the power of the Supreme God, seemed to have thrown him onto parallel timelines of other worlds. Ivy's primary goal was to find a way back, rather than developing in place or clashing with the natives.

Otherwise, wouldn't all his previous arrangements on the original timeline have been in vain?
Ivy plans to first send Cassandra to Hogwarts, and then have a chat with Harry Voldemort about life, to see how he got to this point. After resolving the Voorhees' dissociative identity disorder and satisfying his curiosity, he will travel through time back to the original timeline.

After purchasing the new student textbooks from Flourish and Blotts, Ivy led little Cassandra into the neighboring Madam Malkin's Robes shop.

Because it's on the way, most families who come to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the new school year will purchase new school uniforms here, or modify old school uniforms to fit the rapidly developing bodies of their young wizards.

Similar to the spacious and bright Flourish and Blotts bookstore, Madame Malkin's Robes Shop has also undergone a large-scale renovation. There are no longer automatic measuring tapes or customers coming and going to choose new clothes; instead, there are rows of ready-made clothes in different sizes on the walls.

In the operating room separated by a curtain, numerous gleaming scissors were flying up and down, and silver needles adorned with stitching made a whistling sound as they strung together the cut pieces of fabric...

Ivy truly hadn't expected to see the standardized processes of a Muggle industrial society within a wizarding society.

Due to the extremely small population and the convenience of magic far exceeding that of ordinary handicraft tools, Ivy thought that even a thousand years from now, wizarding society would still retain its medieval style.

There is no fertile ground for industrial development here. Even if magic is a tool far more convenient than science, the mass production of magical goods will only destroy the economic system of the entire wizarding society and will not play any role in promoting the development of the magical society.

After all, wealth doesn't appear out of thin air. Even Nicolas Flamel and Ivy, who possessed alchemy skills, merely plundered the surplus value of ordinary wizards in the magical world through the invisible hand of the market.

Gold made from the Philosopher's Stone or Philosopher's Stone is no different from the clothes made by the scissors and needles that fly up and down in Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.

When the total quantity is small, they may play a role in stimulating the market economy of the magical world, but once the total quantity exceeds a certain threshold, they will only paralyze the market economy of the magical world.

Ivy doesn't know who introduced the concept of standardization into wizarding society, but if wizards can't use the Muggle world as an economic buffer, then goods far exceeding the total consumption capacity of the wizarding world will only destroy all wizarding business activities.

However, they still have magic to grow vegetables, so they certainly won't starve. Therefore, the economic crisis that is still to come will definitely not have as much impact on all wizards as the financial crisis has on the Muggle world.

After all, wizards are scattered in every corner of the world and are not completely physically isolated from Muggle society. Even if the economy collapses and they can't get food from wizards, they can still use a spell or two to beg for food from Muggle supermarkets.

However, when that time really comes, the credibility of the Ministries of Magic of various countries and the International Wizarding Federation as official organizations may drop to rock bottom.
Ivy, lost in thought about the economics of a magical society, led little Cassandra out the door.

With textbooks and school uniforms ready, the next step is the wizard's most important equipment—the wand.

According to the Ollivander family's own claims, they have been making fine wands since 382 BC. However, the Roman conquest of the British Isles occurred after the Common Era, so Ivy doesn't know how much of this wand-making family history is actually true.

The small, shabby shops I remembered have all become beautifully identical, with new gilded signs and slogans. Only the wandmaker standing behind the counter remains unchanged.

Garrick Ollivander. A half-breed wandmaker. For some reason, Ivy found herself hardly seeing any standardized procedures in the wand shop; perhaps those neatly stacked wand boxes were the only standard thing?
"Good morning..." Ollivander's voice was no longer gentle, but hoarse and low. His complexion was also very bad, like a pitiful old man who had been suffering from a long illness. Only his light-colored eyes were still like two round moons, shining brightly and illuminating the two figures, one tall and one short, in front of him.

Neither Ivy nor Cassandra responded; they stood there staring at Ollivander.

Ivy recalled Ollivander's classic tactics; he could recognize almost every wand sold in the store and remember their owners. Ivy was here waiting for him to give her the wand data for Mrs. Worley.

"Hogwarts freshmen?" Ollivander glanced at the textbooks and robes floating behind Ivy. "Few people would choose to buy a wand at this time..."

“You remind me of Lady Trelawney, Miss.” Ollivander coughed, then bent down to examine little Cassandra’s face closely. “A willow wand, only nine inches long, but very elegant, just like her…”

“My name is Cassandra Worre, and I don’t know any Ms. Trelawney…” Little Cassandra’s face was tense; she knew very well that a wand was a wizard’s second life.

“Cassandra…this name has belonged to several famous prophets…Although I don’t know why your mother gave up the surname Trelawney, I think you should have a great-great-grandmother named Cassandra Trelawney.” Ollivander took a measuring tape from his pocket and had it automatically measure little Cassandra’s body measurements. “This name is full of her expectations for you…Miss Worre, which arm do you use to wield your wand?”

Ivy never imagined that Cassandra would be related to Sybil Trelawney, who made the prophecy that would cause Voldemort and Harry Potter to fall in love and hate each other.

According to Ollivander, Sybil Trelawney should be Cassandra's mother's sister, or her aunt or something. Ivy wasn't sure if her sorcerer knew about her blood relation to the Divination professor, but considering this was the magical world where they would inevitably run into each other, Ivy wasn't too surprised.

Even Ron and Malfoy, who are mortal enemies, are related by blood, so the connection between Cassandra and the Divination professor is not exactly surprising.

Cassandra stretched out her right hand for the silver measuring tape to take her measurements, while Ollivander, staggering along, turned to search for a wand on the shelf.

“Every Ollivander wand contains extraordinary magical substances, and that is its essence, Miss Worley. We use unicorn tail hair, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon nerves as the core. This makes each Ollivander wand unique, because no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly alike. Of course, if you use a wand that should belong to another wizard, you will never get the same effect.”

Ollivander grabbed a large pile of wand boxes from the shelf, and the silver measuring tape he used to measure Cassandra's head circumference fell to the ground. "Try this one, Miss Worre. Cherry wood and dragon heartstring, a very unique combination. Wizards in the Far East once highly sought after cherry wood wands..."

Cassandra took the wand, but before she could even wave it, Ollivander snatched it away. His movements when he took the wand showed no sign that he was a sickly, frail old man.

Choosing a wand at Ollivander's, or rather, being chosen by a wand, has always been a time-consuming process.

As a wand master, Ollivander doesn't seem to be able to quickly find a matching combination of wand and wizard, so he has to use exhaustive methods to keep trying and failing.

But Ivy wasn't going to waste any more time here. He thought back to the wand in his spellcaster's hand and gave instructions: "Try this combination: pine wood and unicorn tail hair, about eleven to twelve inches long."

Ollivander, who was helping Cassandra retrieve her wand from the box, paused. He wasn't angry at being challenged in his area of ​​expertise; instead, he carefully explained the characteristics of pine and unicorn hair: "Pine trees, though seemingly isolated, are actually very exclusive. If a forest is suitable for pine trees, it won't take hundreds of years for them to crowd out all the other trees… Wands made from this material never reject any new ideas or methods; they favor creative owners… Unicorn hair, on the other hand, is known for its loyalty and steadfastness; overly flexible wizards will only be despised by them… This contradictory combination is generally not within my consideration. I always believe that the wand material and the core should complement each other so that their magic reinforces each other, rather than contradicting each other…"

“But you know what… sir. Everyone has their moments of defiance…” Ollivander didn’t gather the wand boxes on the counter, but instead pushed the pulley ladder quickly between the shelves, pulling out a dusty box from the top of the shelf at the back of the wand shop.

"What used to be in that compartment over there?" The sharp-eyed Ivy immediately noticed something different from the wand boxes that filled the shelves. It was an empty space, with only dust on the faded purple cushion, sitting there all alone.

“It’s just an old wand,” Ollivander sighed. “A work of my ancestors, from which I learned a great deal. It was just that it was taken by three Dark Lords during the war… Perhaps it was destroyed by Mr. Potter…”

Voldemort will destroy an old wand that is a collector's item.
Ivy was completely skeptical. What he loved most were the objects left behind by the great wizards of the past. He would modify and utilize them one by one, turning them into deadly traps or Horcruxes to ensure his own immortality.

He ruined all the relics of the four giants in this way.

Now that Voldemort may be inextricably linked to Harry, it's possible that even the Gryffindor sword, the only one among the four great figures' relics to have survived, has fallen victim to his clutches.

Since he deliberately took the Elder Wand from Ollivander, he would never destroy it without a reason.

Suddenly, tiny silver sparks burst forth in the wand shop. Little Cassandra had just waved the wand that Ollivander had taken out, and the dancing light spots leaped back and forth between the gleaming floor and the shop window, adding a touch of magic to Ollivander's wand shop.

“Pine wood and unicorn tail hair, eleven and three-quarters inches…” Ollivander blinked his large silver eyes. “Your insight is truly unparalleled, sir… May I examine your wand?”

“Sorry, we’re in a hurry.” Ivy left a string of Galleons on the counter. “The price of the wand hasn’t changed, has it? Seven Galleons?”

“Yes, there is a subsidy from the Ministry of Magic…” Ollivander nodded regretfully.

(End of this chapter)