From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 601 The Birth of the Planeswalkers
Ivy eventually managed to get her hands on the souls of the Worleys.

The reason is simple: no working person can resist the temptation of a vacation, let alone a vacation in another world where they can escape the hustle and bustle.

For working people, perhaps this is what is meant by "poetry and distant places"?

However, the Goddess of Death obviously wouldn't admit this frankly; she only asked Ivy to create a body for her as soon as possible after her resurrection, one that could be used to traverse the multiverse.

As the only god in the Harry Potter world, and also the grim reaper of wizards, the Goddess of Death not only has no physical form, but even her appearance in her home sphere depends on people's understanding of death.

Normally, He is depicted as the classic Grim Reaper in black robes with a scythe, but on rare occasions, He transforms into a wizard Grim Reaper wielding an elder wand and riding a Thestral.

In short, neither of these images was His preferred type, so He specifically instructed Ivy to have her body crafted in the image of a bride in a wedding dress.

The souls of the Worleys were the advance payment that the Goddess of Death gave to Ivy.

At this point, the paradox of possibilities that Ivy left behind in the multiverse is finally complete. All that remains is to return to Strelhaven, complete her resurrection as a golden dragon, and prepare the new body for the Goddess of Death, then Ivy can travel to Faerûn to keep her appointment.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The bustling Tower of Trials tournament had almost nothing to do with the little elephant Kuntoli.

This doesn't mean that the Elephant Clan student didn't want to participate in the Triennial Mega Event in Stryhaven. You see, if you can win the Battle Tower Tournament, you can get a 50% tuition reduction for the academic year. For students studying at the most open magic university in the multiverse, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Moreover, even without winning the Battle Tower Tournament, the honor of being a participant is enough to leave a permanent mark on their academic record. For Elephant Clan students from this world of Akavivo, this is a rare honor.

Although the Elephant Clan society has long since escaped the era of warlordism, its tradition as a military society still favors those who dare to fight and are willing to win.

In this peaceful era, participating in the most famous competition in this timeline—the Battle Tower Tournament (also known as the Battle of Stryhaven by the natives of Akevivo)—is enough to attract the attention of the Elephant Clan.

Even if you can't join the highly anticipated competition as a contestant, sitting in the stands with familiar friends and companions, sipping various magical drinks, and cheering loudly along with the contestants' superb magical skills is still an unforgettable experience.

However, yes, however...

None of this has anything to do with the baby elephant Kuntoli.

Sturridge is, after all, a university.

If students are unable to complete their academic goals on time and with high quality, professors and deans have the right to require them to attend make-up classes or stay after school during the Battle Tower competition.

Or, like the little elephant Kuntoli, you can complete your project without supervision. The most basic project of Hengjian Academy is to communicate with Mentor Chenyu.

The so-called Dust Whisper Mentors are ancient sculptures unearthed from ruins. Usually, when they are first restored to the world, they are a pile of broken fragments, but the scholars of the Astrology will piece them back together as they were originally, and the excessively weathered parts will be repaired by magic. Then these reborn sculptures will be placed in the portrait collection, waiting to become the Dust Whisper Mentors of a new Astrology.

As one of the five colleges of the magic university, the students of Hengjian College are not just conducting archaeological research when they communicate with the Dust Whisper Mentors—that is, the statues. They use the "Awakening Spell" to guide the spirit of the statues, allowing them to travel through time and space and come back to life on the sculptures, telling the history of the past from their own perspective.

Many of Hengjian Academy's new discoveries, including lost ancient magic, ancient cities destroyed by war, and treasures and artifacts buried in great disasters, were found using firsthand research data from the mentors Chenyu.

Imagine resurrecting a war hero from three thousand years ago, and hearing him recount how that war, stained with countless lives, finally ended. What an exhilarating prospect that would be!

Before pairing up with his mentor, Dust Whisper, the little elephant Kuntoli had fantasized countless times about his past identity: a learned and talented sage? Or a nobleman of high blood and long lineage? Or perhaps a war hero who rose from humble beginnings, a tyrant who destroyed a nation?

The little elephant's mentor was a young man clad in plate armor worthy of being called the blacksmith's finest work, with the resolute face of a shrewd tactician. He stood with his sword in hand, ready to behead his enemy. Before he actually came back to life, Quintor had no idea that their conversation would revolve endlessly around confectionery, yes, and also include blackberry jam and ghee, in a detailed and extensive manner, to the point that Quintor's dinner that day turned into confectionery.

For the rest of the semester, Kuntoli looked down and flipped through his notes, running his finger over a series of absurd entries—notes he had taken while communicating with his mentor, Chenyu.

In addition to chamois, blackberry jam, and clotted cream, there are parasols, belly rolls (a type of bandage wrapped around the abdomen that can serve as light armor if the material is good enough), small poodles that can be hidden in a lady's handbag, and the genealogy and illustrious relatives of Astron Thutmose (the little elephant's dust-talking mentor).

Yes, sometimes great figures will erect statues for their good-for-nothing sons. They probably never imagined that thousands of years later, magic would reawaken their spirits and reveal them to be nothing more than good-for-nothings who only knew how to do absurd things.

The conversation still made no progress, and the little elephant's mentor, Dust Whisper, always hoped to leave the portrait gallery and secretly go to the place where it was discovered.

This was something the headmaster had explicitly forbidden, because the Awakening Spell contained magical elements that allowed one to travel through time and space, and if it wasn't handled properly, it could cause very troublesome consequences.

Therefore, once the spirit of a sculpture is awakened by the Awakening Charm, it is only allowed to remain within the protective magic of the Portrait Array. Only the Dean has the authority to allow a Dust Whisper Mentor to leave the Portrait Array, but Little Elephant knows very well that neither Dean Pag of Chaos nor Dean Ogota of Order would allow a second-year Dust Whisper Mentor to leave the Portrait Array.

After once again firmly refusing Chenyu's request to go out, Little Elephant Kuntoli flapped his ears in worry. He knew that Dean Pag of Chaos had never liked students who gave up halfway, but it was really too much of a burden for Little Elephant, a sophomore, to have an old-fashioned, good-for-nothing second-generation official as Chenyu's mentor.

"Perhaps I really should consider Professor Huo Fei's path, maybe transfer to another department or something..."

Huo Fei, the Soul Forger, is a celebrity at Hengjian Academy. He is most famous for transferring from the Art Academy to Hengjian Academy simply because his mentor scolded him for not being able to distinguish between light purple and blue-green.

"Life is an adventure! Little Kun!" Kuntori's Dust Whisper Mentor shouted, grabbing his ear. "My good little elephant! I guarantee you'll see something very interesting in that cave!"

“This is not allowed!” Kuntori sighed and began packing his bag. Today’s new entry in his journal was lemon cheese, another item that could only be added to “The History of Dietary Changes.” “If I get caught, I’ll lose my job and be expelled from the academy again!”

The Elephant Clan of Akavievo has always been a militaristic society. Therefore, in addition to attending the world-renowned magic university Stryhaven, the Elephants will also prioritize bringing plate armor and greatswords to study at the Langdostral Military Academy.

However, Quintor's height of only seven feet (2m1) made it difficult for him to stand out among his burly compatriots, so after a failed combat exercise, he was expelled from the Langdostra Military Academy.

However, he would absolutely not allow the same thing to happen in Sturhaven.

no way.

Since entering his second year of university and taking the newly offered general education courses, Quintor has gained a lot of confidence in magic.

He not only joined the scientific expedition team of Hengjian College and became an excavation assistant, but also served as a core member in a new student club.

He was very satisfied with his work and life at the college. If he could also achieve something in his major at the college, he could even compete for the title of outstanding student!
Oh right, what was that word Professor Voldemort used again? Prefect!
The class monitor of Hengjian College.

The name sounds impressive. However, it's currently only used internally by the Dark Arts Research Society, and not many people would accept it if it were mentioned outside. But Quintor believes that one day it will be recognized by Streihaven!
Professor Voldemort is the instructor for a new general education course that Strider is offering this year: Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Although it may sound strange, the knowledge that Professor Voldemort imparted in class was the kind that was very practical.

There is a legend that the instructor for this course was actually someone else, and that Professor Voldemort was nothing more than a magical creature to him.

But Kuntoli scoffed at this.

He couldn't imagine anyone who would make a skull that was constantly burning with black flames a magical pet. Even if Strathaven was a fairly open magic university, they wouldn't hire a real lich as a professor, would they?
Although Professor Voldemort was reduced to only a head, the knowledge within it remained undiminished.

The magic he taught was best taught by focusing on the smallest details, using extremely practical spells. Even the spells used for pranks were very popular with his classmates.

Who wouldn't want to turn their nemesis's boogers or nose hairs into bats? Or make them spit out slugs non-stop?

During the Dark Arts Society's extracurricular activities, Professor Voldemort would usually impart some necromancy knowledge, including techniques such as using fat instead of blood to cast spells, or creating fake life forms to stabilize injuries.

That's right, the Dark Arts Research Society is an after-school interest group for Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Professor Voldemort as the group leader and Head of Order Ogota and Head of Radiance Shaiel as instructors.

Who would have thought that a small after-school interest group would have two deans as instructors?
This is also one of the reasons why Quintorli the little elephant is so confident. Although he can't often see the two deans at the Black Magic Research Society's events, he still maintains a certain friendly relationship with Ogota, the Dean of Order of the Academy.

If Dean Pag of Chaos doesn't approve his report, he'll go complain to Dean Ogota! Anyway, most of the new students at Hengjian Academy this year know that Kuntoli's Dust Whisper mentor is an incompetent fool.

"Little Kun! Little Kun!"

Kuntoli turned around in surprise. He should have already left the portrait gallery, so why could he still hear Instructor Chenyu's voice? Could it be...?

Could it be that...?

The Dust Whisper Mentor of Kuntori, that good-for-nothing second-generation official in plate armor, is waving at him from the pillar-avoiding corridor bridge!
Fortunately, today is the last match before the finals of the Battle Tower season, and even on the largest walkway of Hengjian Academy, there is only one student, Xiao Kun!
"You are not allowed to leave the portrait array!" The little elephant rushed to its Dust Whisper mentor. "Go back now!"

“We still have many problems to solve! Maybe I’ll lead you to a major discovery!” Instructor Astron clearly wasn’t going to obediently listen. “For example—Zantafa!”

Zantafa.

The baby elephant stopped breathing for a moment, but only for a moment.

He certainly knew the name—the lost city of the elephant tribe. Even a shepherd boy like himself from the countryside had heard treasure hunters passing through villages mention it more than once. There were even different versions of hymns about Zantafa circulating among elephant tribe communities in various places.

However, he didn't believe that a human, especially a good-for-nothing son of a high-ranking official, would know the exact location of the Lost City.

Even if he did know, it wasn't something they could find on foot. Unless the lost city was hidden beneath Hengjian Academy, exposed to the sunlight by Kuntoli kicking away a small stone.

“Listen to me! My good buddy!” Astron fought against the baby elephant with his stone body. “I once had a chief of the elephant tribe, a baby elephant like you—well, actually much bigger than you… He was the one who told me about the Hymns and the Lost City! And I believe that city is beneath your academy, where you found me!”

What a strange thing! Kuntoli never expected that he would believe the words of a good-for-nothing second-generation official and search for the lost city of the Elephant Clan in the excavation site of Hengjian Academy.

But... if all it takes is kicking away a small stone on the ground to bring the legendary lost city back to life, then what reason does he have not to take the risk?

Even if it's a second dismissal?
"Ode?" The little elephant circled around the excavation site, which had been cleaned up. Apart from one or two stone pillar bases half-buried in the soil, the researchers from Hengjian Academy had left no stones that Kuntoli could kick away.

He repeated what his mentor, Chenyu, had said: "You think the hymn is the key?"

“He always sang hymns when he told this story, and his father and grandfather both believed that the hymns were the core of the story…” Astron nodded. “Although I also find it strange, it’s impossible for the city that has been lost for a thousand years to suddenly appear out of thin air just by singing a couple of lines, right?”

“Singing hymns alone certainly won’t do…” Kuntoli felt a huge sense of absurdity fill his mind, “but adding magic will…”

He had heard Professor Voldemort talk about the "vanishing charm" in Defense Against the Dark Arts. As the name suggests, it is a spell that makes things disappear, but besides turning the target directly into air and disintegrating it, there are many other ways to achieve a similar effect.

The target can be hidden in the cracks of the real world, or in the legends of history, or even in the soul of someone...

However, Professor Voldemort's lesson plan did not pass Dean Ogota's review in its entirety, so Quintorri did not know the specific casting steps. But since the hymn of the Lost City had already been passed down, it was as if he possessed a key.

“Wait!” Master Dust Whisper placed his cracked stone arm on the baby elephant’s shoulder. “If I had already gone this far and hadn’t returned… do you know what death feels like? Like wandering in an endless corridor, a staircase with no end, or a waterfall that keeps falling… when I wasn’t summoned by your spell, that was my place of penance… I don’t know if that was my fate or the fate of all the dead, but I will try my best to keep you from encountering it… I don’t want to feel guilty. Especially not guilty again for a friend of the elephant clan…”

“You are a good person, a good mentor… but this is too important, I can’t turn back…” Kuntori was ready to cast a spell. Although he had not yet started the War Song Master course, he had witnessed them casting spells in the sparring sessions at Hengjian Academy.

Summon powerful magic by loudly reciting epics and legends.

Now all he had to do was loudly recite or sing the hymn of the Lost City and test his guess—if someone really had used magic to hide the city…

Whether Kuntori's magic succeeded or failed is unknown. What emerged from the air was not a magnificent elephant city, but many severely decaying elephant undead. They appeared abruptly in the flat excavation site, as if passing through water.

"Stop!" Instructor Chenyu tried to draw the stone sword, but it was clear that the stonemason had not separated the scabbard from the blade when carving it.

Kuntori couldn't stop; he had become a spellcasting element rather than a spellcaster who controlled magic.

These elephant-kin undead that arrived through the air not only came from the Lost City, but also seemed to resonate with the spacetime elements of the Awakening Spell released by Kuntori.

Kuntoli noticed his body was flashing, and if he could scream, he would make sure that all the spectators in the Battle Tower would hear him.

Fear gripped his heart, and he was about to be torn apart from the inside out by his own magic!
Magical light flickered again in the excavation site, and a female spellcaster dressed in a blue and white robe appeared.

Quintor recognized her; she was his mentor, Kmina, whom he had audited a few classes on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As soon as she appeared, she shouted at Kuntori, "Don't panic! Remember this feeling! You're a Planeswalker! You're traveling through time!"

(End of this chapter)