From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 604 Imprisonment Technique and Proposal
The mithril staff, stuck in the air, was gently stirred, and transparent ripples appeared before everyone.

Suddenly, the earth cracked open, followed by a tremor that made it difficult to stand on the ground.

The first thing to rise from the crack was a magnificent statue, an elephant statue that had slumbered underground for who knows how long. Dazzling gems and emeralds reflected the golden light of the Akevivo twin suns, and together with the gold patterns, it left onlookers speechless.

Even though it had been buried in an unknown corner for so long, once this statue saw the light of day again, it immediately radiated a breathtaking brilliance.

If the entire statue were made of gold, its value would likely exceed the total wealth of some countries in the Wilderness.

However, compared to what was revealed behind the giant gold statue, this treasure was nothing special.

It was a cluster of cities that had just awakened, sheltered among towering rocks, illuminated from the deep valley by many fluorescent fungi.

In the distance, a spire atop the palace points towards the sky, as if extending an invitation to the first visitor in centuries to appreciate the long-buried mystery together.

Ivy did indeed break the spell that concealed the lost city of Zantafa, but for the young elephant Kuntorli, the current state of this new Planeswalker had no positive effect.

The lightning and sparks showed no signs of abating, and the newly born Planeswalker remained stuck between worlds, unable to complete his first time travel.

“It seems the magic of the Lost City didn’t trap you here.” Ivy shifted her gaze from the golden colossus in front of her and began to reassess other solutions. “Perhaps we need to seek help from the Inter-Institute Conference, or even the Founding Dragons.”

“But before that, we need to figure out a way to get you out of here.” Ivy’s voice brought everyone’s attention back, and the mentors present (whether it was the official mentor Kmina or the Dust Whisper mentor Aaronster) all looked at Kuntoli with concern.

Only the baby elephant seemed a little shy.

"Why?" he asked. "I broke the school rules and used magic I wasn't familiar with... I should have been expelled and left to fend for myself in this desert... instead of receiving—the help of the mentors..."

“Ha.” Kmina chuckled. “It seems you don’t know much about Planeswalkers, otherwise you would never have said something like that.”

Ivy had never seen such an unworthy little elephant. Thinking of another elephant student she had briefly taught in Stryhaven, who always wore gilded plate armor and carried a giant sword, swaggering around the campus like a fortress, Quintorli in front of her was extremely inferior.

“Rules are meant to be broken.” Ivy slightly raised the Heart of the Mountains, a gift from the Lonely Mountain dwarves, leaving a series of stagnant rainbow-colored dots in the air, which then spelled out a series of magical runes. “Besides, every Planeswalker is an extremely unstable factor. If you are not properly guided, you will definitely cause even bigger trouble in the future.”

“Besides causing trouble, Planeswalkers’ abilities can also be used to save the world!” Kmina glanced at Ivy and gently comforted the little elephant. “The purpose of Stryhaven is to teach people to use magic to make the world a better place, and Planeswalkers’ abilities can certainly be used to achieve this goal. I teach at this magic university in the hope of discovering suitable talents among the students and working together for the future of the multiverse. We will save you, Quintorli Kant.”

"Alright, let's leave the rest for later. I'm going to imprison you first, and then release you when we're moved to a suitable location." The magical runes Ivy left in the air were ninth-circle imprisonment spells, spells he learned from the collection room of the Ramakis Tower.

The sorcery general store in the lower city of Baldur's Gate is connected to the vault of the Ramages Tower. In a hidden room of the vault, there is an oil lamp that imprisons a giant spirit with a binding spell.

Although the exact nature of the baby elephant Kuntori's condition is not yet clear, spells like the Imprisonment spell, which have little harmful effects, were actually invented largely to delay harmful effects.

Although spacetime separation is not common, Ivy is confident that she can use the confinement spell to prevent the situation from worsening.

“Uh… wait, Professor Doom…” the little elephant asked before the magical runes in the air activated, “What will happen to me?”

"Nothing will happen. The Imprisonment spell will protect you from the effects of the flow of time, so you won't need to breathe, eat, or drink anymore. Aside from feeling a little suffocated, everything will be normal." Ivy opened the Grimoire of Destruction and took out a cut corundum, a special consumable for this version of the Imprisonment spell, which is also the temporary prison of the little elephant Kuntorli. "If you're talking about the punishments from the deans, then I'll try my best to get you a probationary period."

Ivy's words undoubtedly put Kuntorli at ease a bit, but before he could even express his gratitude, the magical runes in the air transformed into streaks of rainbow light, clashing violently with the sparks and lightning of the newly formed Planeswalkers.

However, Ivy's magical power was clearly not comparable to the instincts of a half-baked Planeswalker. The flying rainbow light formed a band of light that firmly fixed the elephant's limbs, and even its long trunk was forced to curl into a ball.

In an instant, the rainbow and lightning disappeared, leaving only the corundum in Ivy's hand still shining.

Ivy held the translucent crystal in front of her eyes; the little elephant inside was moving its body.

After making eye contact, the little elephant cheerfully waved to Ivy. Perhaps it said something else, but the target, miniaturized and contained by the binding spell, could only observe each other from the outside; its voice was not within range. "His spark is still working," Ivy said suddenly after staring for a while. "The speed of the lightning leap has undoubtedly slowed down, but it hasn't really stopped. We need to speed things up. Otherwise, his spark might completely separate from his body."

Ivy tossed the corundum containing the baby elephant to Kemina, saying, "Contact the deans as soon as possible to convene an inter-departmental meeting. I will attend, of course. I'll give a briefing at the meeting about where I've been and what I've been doing all this time. The conditions for breaking the binding spell are simple. I've set you as one of the specific conditions. As long as you cast the release spell on it, the baby elephant will immediately be free. Hopefully, by then, we'll have found a way to stabilize its spark."

"What about the lost Zantafa, Professor Doom?" A familiar voice came from behind, and Ivy immediately recognized who it belonged to.

Standing at the edge of the excavation site was Ogota, the Dean of Order at Hengjian Academy. She was still dressed in her fashionable scroll robe, and a group of dragon guards accompanied her.

"To tear a canyon open with magic at the Hengjian Academy's excavation site, I wonder how many precious artifacts will be reduced to fragments because of it." A tall, middle-aged female mage floated over, her expression a mixture of headache and admiration. As a magical archaeology academy, what Hengjian mage would refuse a new archaeological discovery?

“Actually, it wasn’t torn apart,” Ivy explained. “This city was hidden in the hymn by magic, and it was also equipped with a lot of defenses. Because of the millennia of decay, its inhabitants have long been transformed into undead creatures. If Hengjian Academy is going to organize a team to excavate it, it would be best to be as careful as possible. If possible, gathering students for on-site study would also be a good option.”

“Hmph.” Ogota raised his chin, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Ivy’s suggestion. “Let those Stuart students mess up this biggest archaeological discovery in the history of Stryhaven? I don’t have the heart to do that. But I still have to say, welcome back to Stryhaven, Professor Doom. This is quite a pleasant surprise.”

“Thank you.” Ivy nodded to Ogota. “I’ve already heard that the heads of the department have allowed Voldemort to teach for me. That guy’s dream in his past life was to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Who would have thought he would actually realize that dream in a magic school in another world? But let’s save the pleasantries and small talk for the inter-departmental meeting. I have a very urgent research project to propose, so I can’t keep you company any longer.”

Ivy also needs to create a body for the Goddess of Death that can be used for interdimensional travel. Her first destination is Faerûn, and after meeting the old skeleton Jergo, she became very curious about the banquet there. In order for her to attend the banquet with her, Ivy feels it is necessary to start creating embryos today.

“Sigh—” Ogota sighed, “You’re always in such a rush. I overheard almost everything you and Kemina had—but for an unconventional inter-institutional meeting, there should at least be an issue that looks important, right?”

As one of the mages in Strychwen who dealt most often with books, Ogota presided over almost every inter-institutional meeting, and she was usually the one who drafted the meeting memorandums sent to the deans.

"Persuading that old vampire Valentine is no easy task. He's getting increasingly strange and dismissive of the inter-academy meetings." Ogota, dragging his scroll-like robe, stepped forward and carefully examined the golden colossus at the entrance to the Lost City of Zantaf. "If we only bring up the Lost City, he probably won't be very willing to attend. You have no idea how obsessed he is with that Death Flower Vortex right now."

Ivy had actually heard about this when she left Stryhaven during the summer. As a magical source that is a mixture of new life and decay, the Mihua Academy even planned to move the entire school building to the ruins of Serton, just to protect the magic vortex that was artificially created by the ten deans under Ivy's guidance.

"Alright, alright. I understand. I also need to speak with Dean Valentine." Ivy thought of the group of vampire progenitors led by Asdalon. Although as a demigod of the sun, Ivy had the ability to save these progenitors from being burned to ashes by the sun, she couldn't truly change their bloodlust. However, in Streihaven, there were quite a few vampires who lived peacefully with their food, even sharing the campus with humans; there were even vampire-human children. Ivy had taught a clever half-vampire girl last semester.

However, before this, Ivy had never investigated how the vampires of Streihaven satisfied or restrained their bloodlust, or how they managed to survive under the bright sunlight of Shuangyang.

This school has students who are far more eye-catching than vampires. Half-bloods, owlmen, and elephant people are only considered beginners. Minotaur, trolls, and treants are not uncommon. Ivy has even seen slimy-looking murlocs, students with fluid-like bodies, and even intelligent two-legged brown bears who can become teachers at the school.

Figuring out the specific differences in lifestyles between different races was never on Ivy's research list. However, with seven thousand long-imprisoned vampire derivative subjects, Ivy felt it was still necessary to take a look at the diet of the vampires living in Strehaven.

The Grimoire of Destruction also contains twisted tree seeds brought by Ivy from the Cursed Lands of Shadows. Ivy believes that this plant, which can grow in both the Prime Material Plane and the Fallen Underworld, will surely pique the interest of the Mi Hua Academy.

"Give my regards to Dean Valentine if you see him." Ivy tore the page from the Grimoire of Destruction that contained the Twisted Tree Seed. Besides the diagrams and some notes from Archdruid Halsin, there were also some records of magical tests Ivy had done. "Just tear this page open and you'll see the sample."

“As for the topic of the inter-academy conference—” Ivy watched Ogota turning the pages of her book over and over, drawing back her attention with a drawn-out tone, “In short, I’ve opened an admissions office in Ferrentis Trehaven. Exchange is a powerful means of advancing magic, don’t you think?”

“Ferren? The admissions office?” Ogota raised an eyebrow. “It’s located there—although we do have students from there. But I’m sorry, I don’t really know much about it.”

"Baldur's Gate." Ivy didn't keep anyone in suspense.

“Oh.” Ogota nodded. “You built a new mage tower?”

“There’s also a mage tower, but to be more precise, it’s a newly emerging city.” Ivy used pale blue magical light to outline a map of Sword Bay in the air, emphasizing the points along the Chossa River that represent Baldur’s Gate and Dawnstar City.

“Morningstar City isn’t far from Baldur’s Gate; it only takes half a day to get there by boat downstream,” Ivy explained. “I’ve become its lord, and I’ve also befriended a mage from the Black Wand Academy in Waterdeep. Besides the Black Wand Academy, the magic of the elves is equally remarkable. Moreover, Faerûn is not a peaceful continent, so our students can certainly put their knowledge from the Stray Sea into practice. In addition, I’ve taken on two rather talented apprentices. Once the inter-academy council approves my proposal, I will travel to Faerûn again and bring them to this academy.”

(End of this chapter)