From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 598 Writing the Script
"Are you glowing, Uncle Doom?"

These were the first words spoken by Cassandra after witnessing the chaos at the opening banquet and being hastily transported into a demiplane by Ivy, upon seeing Ivy again, radiating golden light.

Ivy looked at her glowing self and comforted herself, "Don't worry, I'm just dead."

Cassandra's expression froze. Of course, she knew what "death" meant. It was the end of a person's life, meaning that he could no longer laugh, no longer cry, and no longer respond to the actions and words of any living person.

However, for wizards, if they lack the willpower to board the train to death, some will remain in the mortal realm forever, becoming ghosts who are neither alive nor dead. This is an extremely painful existence; ghosts have been forever changed by death, yet they still need to learn to coexist with the living in the mortal world. If they are even less fortunate, they will have to watch helplessly as those they cared about in life die.

The Ivy before Cassandra was undeniably very similar to a ghost in the magical world, appearing ethereal and emitting a faint glow. However, in Cassandra's memory, ghosts usually emitted a silvery light and carried a heavy chill.

Little Cassandra reached her hand into the golden phantom in front of her, but the sensation was completely different from passing through a ghost. She remembered playing in the snow with her parents in the manor during winter and then putting her hands in warm water to warm them up: "Uncle Doom, it's so warm... Are you really dead?"

Avi pulled Cassandra's hand out of her own soul: "I'm a little different from other ghosts... Alright, I'll get to the point—if you want to resurrect your parents, you need to sell your souls to me."

“I understand.” Little Cassandra tilted her head back and agreed to Ivy’s deal without the slightest hesitation. “It sounds like a good deal.”

"You agreed too quickly..." A strange sense of guilt rose in Ivy's heart. In the end, Cassandra was an unlucky girl who was innocently dragged into Ivy's magic, simply because Ivy needed a soul to anchor the direction of the journey in the origin story she wrote.

Although I feel a little guilty, the things that need to be done still need to be done.

Without much hesitation, Ivy immediately performed the Sovereign Contract ritual with Cassandra again. After the magic contract disappeared from her skin, Ivy immediately began to talk about her past experience of re-enrolling in school.

“I will tear your soul and memories apart and send you to Hogwarts in 1991. When you graduate, you will be able to see your parents.” For the sect leader, a sorcerer is just a useful tool. Although some tools can use their knowledge to fight back, Cassandra in front of him obviously does not have that possibility.

Ivy isn't the kind of boss who only exploits his employees, so he'll make sure to compensate Cassandra's family after this mission. Whether it's going to a truly peaceful world to enjoy life, or receiving divine power and immortality, it's all negotiable.

For little Cassandra, the future may be long, but for Ivy, it won't be long before she can say goodbye to her complete contract mastery.

To ensure that the time paradox does not occur with him and Cassandra, he needs to erase Cassandra's memories of him and also needs to arrange a comfortable place for her to live in London, England in 1991.

A water balloon exploded on the face of the unconscious house-elf, who immediately screamed and woke up, having been kidnapped by Voldemort from the early 21st century to the late 19th century.

"Squeaky killed someone! Squeaky killed someone! Squeaky is a bad house-elf!" The Oblivion Charm cleared the Voldemort-related thought memes from its mind, but it did not erase its memory of using a wand to cast the Killing Charm. Therefore, as soon as it regained consciousness, the poor house-elf immediately let out a sharp, piercing squeak, perfectly matching its name which meant creaking.

"Quiet." With just one word, Ivy turned the piercing squeaking into a low sob.

Nodding in satisfaction, Ivy's voice held an undeniable authority: "Whether voluntary or forced, house-elves are not allowed to possess wands, let alone use them to cast the Unforgivable Charm. You know this better than anyone, but I will give you a chance to atone."

"Merciful Master!" The ugly house-elf immediately knelt down, clasped his hands together in prayer, and tears streamed down his large, tennis ball-shaped eyes. "Does Squeak still have a chance to be a dutiful house-elf?"

"I guess I can't keep the house-elf anymore." Ivy's words had barely faded when the house-elf kneeling on the ground let out a deafening wail and collapsed helplessly to the floor.

Ivy had to raise her voice: "But you have other paths to take. I will use magic to elevate you, to mold you into a life form superior to a house-elf—come meet your new companions, Yordles!"

Bang!
Five fluffy little dwarfs appeared in a row, accompanied by smoke and a slight explosion. Little Cassandra, who was watching everything, immediately recognized Bubble, who was wearing a cook's outfit, and Bean, who was wearing a butler's outfit.

“They used to be house-elves like you, but now they’re all Yordles serving me!” To the house-elves, the furry Yordles were practically dancing on the edge of aesthetics, covered in fur, wearing clothes, and even getting paid by their employers.

But when Squeaky thought about how she had become a bad house-elf who could pick up a wand and cast the Unforgivable Charm, she simply didn't have the courage to rebuke her former kind.

“Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as a yes.” Ivy snapped her fingers, and Bobby, the butler with the afro, immediately handed over a contract with terms no different from the ones they had signed before.

With her eyes already swollen from crying, Zizi had no intention of looking at it and immediately signed her name on it.

Ivy's magical contract took effect immediately upon signing, and the magical transformation of the house-elf began right away.

A white dot of light circled around, and once all the magical effects disappeared, another Poppy appeared in the Room of Requirement. She looked completely different from the other Yordles, exuding an aura of dejection, even her fur was a dull gray, as if she had just stayed up all night.

“Very good.” Once the contract is signed, Ivy can keep track of the Yordles’ location and status at any time, and can truly trust this newcomer to carry out missions. “Now, I’m going to announce your atonement mission. As long as you can complete it without any accidents, you will be freed from the sinful life of a house-elves!”

Upon hearing the word "relief," Bobby, who had been up all night, widened his eyes, eagerly anticipating Ivy's task.

“You will take good care of this young lady at Hogwarts and in London for seven years, until I return.” Ivy pointed to Cassandra. “During this time, you must not be discovered by anyone, you must not reveal your identity to anyone, and you must not appear in the sight of wizards. Make sure everything is done in the dark.”

"Hidden in the shadows!" Bobby, who stayed up all night, nodded repeatedly. "Zhizhi understands everything now!"

“Take care of her basic needs, and make sure no one finds out. But you don’t need to protect her personal safety; that’s another part of me.” Ivy added, then turned to little Cassandra and said, “Although it’s a bit complicated to explain, I believe you’ll understand soon enough. Now, let’s write the beginning and the end of this story together. It might be a little painful, but I’ll try my best to make sure you don’t feel it.”

In the past, Ivy needed a naive and innocent girl seeking revenge, but now Ivy needs the connection between her soul and her parents as a guide to lead her into the spirit world and find the Grim Reaper who took the souls of the Worleys.

Little Cassandra didn't quite understand what her sect leader was talking about, but she nodded out of trust. At least the man before her had rescued her from the dark wizard and gone to great lengths to restore her parents' breathing. He would never use any schemes or tricks on her, because there were far more efficient and less time-consuming methods.

A ghastly green lightning bolt exploded on little Cassandra's body. Before she could even utter a cry of pain, the blonde girl collapsed to the ground. A fragment of her innocent and ignorant soul was ripped away by Ivy, containing memories from the past few days.

Ivy glanced at her increasingly blurred hand and realized that time was of the essence and the task was heavy, so there was no time to waste.

First, we separate the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts in the late 19th century from this timeline. Inside is Ivy's magical creature breeding facility, and the house-elf Dick, who is inexplicably caught up in it.

This operation was very simple for Ivy; he just needed to tear a page from the Grimoire of Destruction and stick it on the door of the Room of Requirement. However, he also needed to set up a sealing spell on the entrance for a year. The magical creatures that Ivy encountered at Hogwarts in his second year had all run out of this Room of Requirement.

Then there's the map chamber hidden underground, the place where Snape discovered Ivy, who was sleeping in the crystal. Besides throwing my past self inside, Ivy also had to guide Snape to explore it in the new timeline.

However, since both the Slytherin common room and the Slytherin Headmaster's office are underground, it's not surprising that Snape would be the first to discover the map of the Chamber of Secrets.

Preparations for this timeline were complete, and Ivy immediately set off to begin his timeline jump. He was going to a completely normal Harry Potter timeline, where planting a seed would automatically grow into a towering tree.

The soul is not worn down by the shift in time and space, but Ivy can feel his time slipping away little by little. He must retrieve the souls of the Worleys from the hands of Death before he is fully resurrected, otherwise he will have to die again, which would be too troublesome.

Ivy turned the clock back to July 30, 1991. Hogwarts was extremely quiet in the height of summer. There was no longer the noisy chatter of the young wizards, nor the professors seriously deducting points to maintain discipline.

However, Ivy knew very well that the peaceful days in this castle were about to come to an end.

By attaching the pages of the Room of Requirement sealed in 1890 to the castle wall, Ivy teleported to the Hogwarts cellars, the Slytherins' private quarters.

Even on the hottest days in the Scottish Highlands, Professor Severus Snape's office remained chilly. When Ivy made a slight noise with a Sonic Charm, the Potions Master, his ears perked, immediately rose to his feet.

Harry Potter's enrollment at Hogwarts this year is a major event for the entire wizarding world, especially for the Potions professors at Hogwarts.

Seeing Snape's slicked-back hair sway warily, Ivy chuckled and left, walking deeper into the castle.

He had unknowingly completed the alteration of Hogwarts Castle's structure, and the secret chamber containing the map of Ivy's past had been seamlessly connected, waiting only for a destined person to discover it.

Ivy is now in a state of death, so if he wanted, he could remain completely unseen by anyone, just like the ghosts that roam Hogwarts. However, unlike those ghosts, Ivy can touch physical objects and still retains his spellcasting abilities.

Ivy's spirit traversed the castle's various floors, ascending all the way to the principal's office.

Snape discovers that his past self is already established, and his next task is to fabricate some circumstantial evidence to prove that Ivy Doom studied at Hogwarts a hundred years ago.

Principal Black's portrait is the witness Ivy chose for herself; with just a small Confusion Charm, it will immediately become Ivy's ally.

While the white-bearded old man Dumbledore was enjoying a pile of cockroaches in his office, the phoenix Fawkes was perched on a branch admiring its magnificent feathers. It was about to be reborn, and this was its last glorious moment before its rebirth.

Ivy lingered in the headmaster's office for a while, waiting for Snape to come up and report. As soon as Dumbledore and the slick-haired professor left, he could do whatever he wanted.

“Please show yourself, sir,” Dumbledore said gently, swallowing the cockroach leg and clearing his throat. “We can talk about the matter you’re concerned about…”

"You can see me?" Ivy asked, revealing his golden soul form with some surprise. He really didn't know that Dumbledore had communicated with his future self.

"Ah! I thought it was Sir Robert Porpington..." The white-bearded old man was also dumbfounded; he had never seen a golden ghost before. "Recently, ghosts from all the houses have come to me, hoping I can... cough cough..."

Ivy's face darkened; he'd been tricked into revealing himself by Dumbledore. He couldn't simply remain silent, but he also couldn't explain too clearly.

So all he could say was, "Let's pretend nothing happened. We shouldn't have met. It's because of the time converter."

Dumbledore, no longer able to see the golden ghost in the headmaster's office, shrugged, sat back in his chair, stuffed a pile of cockroaches into his mouth, and savored the smooth, creamy syrup flowing over his teeth: "A perfect day should start with candy, of course..."

Snape didn't keep Ivy waiting long. He knocked on the headmaster's office door, spoke a few words to Dumbledore urgently, and then immediately headed down to the bottom of the castle.

Ivy didn't reappear. Instead, she found Phineas Black among the portraits surrounding the headmaster's office and silently cast a Confusion Charm on him.

Then he hid in the attic of the Headmaster's office, where the Hogwarts Admissions Book and the Pen of Acceptance were kept. Only young wizards whose names were recorded could enter Hogwarts. In other words, this was Hogwarts' magical admissions office.

Ivy has only been here for less than a day, and it's hard to say whether these two magical items have completed their tasks. If not, then Ivy will have to write them herself.

As he expected, the names on the admission list were already confirmed, and the pen for acceptance was out of ink. It would take quite a bit of effort to open the roster and write down his name.

The two magical items didn't quite work together, making quite a commotion in the narrow attic tower. Ivy heard the conversation outside pause for a moment, as if searching for the source of the noise.

"Can't we do without the Pen of Acceptance?" Ivy pulled out her own Mage's Pen, which was much prettier and more obedient than the plain Pen of Acceptance.

Finally, before Professor McGonagall could open the attic door, Ivy wrote two names on the Book of Admission with a flourish of her pen.

(End of this chapter)