From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 605 Embryo
Although Stryhaven is a magic university that recruits students from the multiverse, it does not have a very convenient way of admission.

Apart from those worlds with advanced magic or technology systems that enable ordinary people to travel between dimensions, most students from other worlds have quite legendary enrollment experiences.

Compared to Ivy's encounter with a fire dragon on a flying carriage, perhaps these students from corners of the multiverse are more thrilling.

Not only do they need to overcome the difficulties of traversing dimensional barriers on their own, but they also need to work continuously after enrollment to raise enough tuition fees. Even if they receive a student loan from Streihaven due to their outstanding talent, they usually need to become a school employee or join the Dragon Guard, which is nominally directly under the founding dragon, to repay the loan after graduation.

As for returning to the original world, that seems even more distant.

Stryhaven doesn't actually have any special policies for students from outside Akavivo. In other words, the case of Ivy receiving an acceptance letter written by her future self, along with a ninth-circle teleportation spell, has only occurred once since Stryhaven was founded.

If a long-lasting recruitment agency is indeed established on a continent in the multiverse, then it will be only a matter of time before we can establish Stryhaven's reputation in the multiverse and sweep away its meager history of relying on astral cargo ships to distribute recruitment brochures.

Stellar High School has been established for over 700 years. Although it is younger than Hogwarts, a school with a history of over 1,000 years, it has achieved greater development due to its uniqueness and world-class reputation.

Over the course of these seven hundred years, there have been proposals from academy deans or professors to establish admissions offices in other timelines. However, since interdimensional travel is never an easy task, and Stryhaven, as an academic center, has a natural attraction for spellcasters, it has become a difficult issue to reach a consensus on who to send to recruit students and what kind of compensation to offer to support their work.

Ogota was amazed that Ivy had become a mage lord in Faerûn in just one semester, but she also saw in Ivy the future path of Stryhaven.

If a stronger partnership can be established with the local lord of the admissions office, maintaining the cross-dimensional admissions point becomes entirely feasible. And if this lord is a spellcaster from Strelhaven, then the link connecting the magic university to other dimensions might be able to be maintained for a long time.

If the timescale is extended long enough, who knows what new type of feudal lord with magical powers might emerge.

In conclusion, Ogota, as the convener of the inter-hospital conference, did indeed acknowledge the importance of Ivy's proposal and took over the newly unearthed lost city of Zantafa.

As for the baby elephant Kuntorli sealed in the corundum, the independent placement space proposed by Kmina will also be discussed as a separate issue at the inter-hospital meeting.

After all, this is the first Planeswalker to be known by the school of Stryhaven. If the school intends to expand its influence in other dimensions of the multiverse, then Planeswalkers would indeed be an extremely convenient channel.

However, using this channel also means facing dangers from other dimensions. Therefore, it is necessary to discuss this separately at the inter-institutional conference.

With the admissions office matter settled, Ivy returned immediately to her underground laboratory.

The little elephant Kuntorli, stuck between two worlds due to the instability of the spark, is indeed an excellent research subject. However, everything has its priorities, and creating a body for the Goddess of Death is also something that cannot be delayed, not to mention the banquet in Morning Star City that follows.

That was a banquet hosted by the Registrar Yego. Even though all the attendees were Ivy's partners, who knows what kind of important figures Old Bones might invite?
In the pitch-black underground laboratory, only a faint glow emanated from the petri dishes, where the embryos and biological tissues of various magical creatures floated erratically, perfectly validating the self-circulating system left behind by Ivy.

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After a crisp snap of the fingers, the magic lamps lit up one after another, illuminating the space. The small magic circle used for ventilation also started working, quickly drawing out the slightly murky and damp air from the underground laboratory.

Ivy stretched and sat down at the lab bench, then casually called for her butler, Bobby, to serve her tea and snacks.

A ball of black demonic flame exploded with a "bang" next to Ivy, and Voldemort, the mutilated skull-like creature with a grotesque "hehehe" laugh, made his appearance.

"Oh! How many beauties has my heartless master captured this time? Your humble but loyal servant Voldemort greets you!" A long, fiery tongue emerged from behind the two rows of white teeth on the broken-mouthed skull, fawningly licking the dust off Ivy's boots.

Ivy stomped on Voldemort's head, letting it roll twice on the floor before kicking it away.

"How does it feel to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Tom?" Ivy picked up her teacup; the bright red tea and rich fruity aroma made its origin obvious—Darjeeling black tea from India. The Union Jack may not have many other skills, but they are certainly adept at exploiting their colonies.

"Absolutely wonderful!" The broken-mouthed skull, which had spun several times in the air, flew back. "I finally understand why that big fool Tom was so obsessed with this position! Watching those ignorant little fools gradually accept my ideas and be shaped and guided into the kind of person you expect them to be is truly a wonderful thing!"

“You know what I expect them to become?” Ivy put down her teacup and put a pastry in her mouth.

"Climbing the peak of magic? Only you could achieve such a lofty goal! Consumables or aids, as long as they contribute a little to your ideal, they will have died a worthy death!" Voldemort's skull, burning with black fiendish flames, moved back and forth between the petri dishes, leaving behind a series of eerie laughs.

"Hmm." Ivy took another sip of tea, swallowing the sweet pastry in her mouth. "So, have you found any students worth investing in?"

“Kantori Kant!” Voldemort called out a name Ivy knew well. “A hesitant little elephant, a soul filled with inferiority and yearning for greatness! With a little guidance, he will surely become your faithful disciple!”

"He's still a Planeswalker, and he just ignited the spark today. It's just that his first time traveling through time failed." Ivy recalled the image of the baby elephant Quintorli trapped in the corundum.

"The time travel failed? What happened to it?" the Broken-Mouth Skull asked curiously.

“He’s stuck between two worlds, but not in immediate danger.” Ivy paused for a moment before continuing, “It seems that besides studying the Spark on this new Planeswalker, I also have to save his life.”

Voldemort's cackling laughter rang out once more, the shattered skull circling the petri dish a few times, leaving a trail of twisted arcs in the air: "My great master surely already has a way to save that poor little elephant, doesn't he?"

“I just have an idea, a very simple idea.” Ivy casually put down her teacup, flipped through the catalog of the Grimoire of Destruction, and selected materials to create a body for the Goddess of Death. “Either pull him back from the cracks, or push him over there. Whichever method is simpler, we’ll use that one.”

"Once magic involves the realm of space and time, none of it is simple!" The laughter of the broken-mouthed skull grew louder and louder, its two rows of teeth clattering together. "In order for your poor students to understand your greatness, it is necessary for your lowly servants to enlighten them!"

A red beam, as thick as a finger, shot from Ivy's fingertip, blasting Voldemort to smithereens once more, abruptly silencing his ever-growing, grotesque laughter. Moments later, the scattered ashes and dust coalesced back into the shape of a skull, and the shattered-mouthed Voldemort reappeared. He cried out in grievance, "I just wanted to proclaim your greatness to everyone! Is this...?"

“You’re laughing too loudly.” Ivy didn’t even turn to look at Voldemort. Instead, she tore a few pages from the Grimoire of Destruction and stood up from the lab table.

Without Ivy making any unnecessary movements, Voldemort's upper and lower teeth clenched tightly together, and he even bit off his long tongue, which was formed from Fiendfire.

Seeing that its master didn't want to be disturbed, the broken-mouthed skull had no choice but to turn into a wisp of black smoke and disappear into the underground space, feeling wronged.

Ivy's technology for creating artificial life mainly consists of two aspects: alchemy, which relies on constructs, and biotransformation, which is an extension of necromancy cloning.

While constructs are convenient enough to create a body for the Goddess of Death, they are unlikely to suit her aesthetic preferences. Therefore, creating a physical body from scratch using necromancy is the only option.

Although Ivy had experimented with cloning techniques many times in this underground laboratory and preserved the living tissues of many magical creatures, creating a completely new human body was indeed a field he had never ventured into before.

Unlike replacing Karak's heart or performing prosthetic surgery on Will, Ivy needs to create an embryo and then use magic to catalyze it until it is fully transformed into a shell capable of containing the Goddess of Death.

The difficulty of creating an embryo from scratch is certainly different from that of using cloning technology to catalyze a physical body.

Just like artificial life science on Earth, which has been able to create cloned organisms for a long time, the experiment of transforming a bunch of inorganic matter into organic matter took a long time to barely reproduce.

Although Ivy doesn't actually need to build an embryo from inorganic matter, the process is just as complicated as a real scientific experiment.

However, it was only because of magic, a means that could be operated by a single person and greatly simplify the process, that Ivy was able to complete this magical experiment by herself.

The first step in creating artificial embryos is preparing the environment. The environment an embryo needs is not a regular cloning petri dish or an alchemical womb, but a life-giving cradle that provides more nutrition and stability, and stimulates the integration of embryonic substances.

Ivy selected various materials that represent life and death in mysticism and combined them to form a complex inverted triangle-shaped container.

The inverted triangle, also known as the Holy Grail in occultism, is interpreted as a symbol representing the womb, with incubation and gestation being its fundamental meaning.

Literati and scholars who have studied the mysticism have also made various speculations about the legendary Holy Grail. In addition to the cup that holds holy blood, there is also the theory that it is a woman of God according to the mysticism.

However, Ivy simply transforms abstract symbols into concrete existences, thereby utilizing their mystical properties.

The inverted triangle-shaped life-giving cradle was ready. The next step was to fill it with life essence. Ivy mixed the ashes of the phoenix rebirth with unicorn blood and added the panacea made from the dissolved Philosopher's Stone, creating a pot of chaotic soup that emitted a slight amount of heat, or rather, a pool of multicolored mud that constantly shone with starlight.

Although one cannot directly see the growth of the embryo inside the murky liquid, it is far more nutritious than the resurrection potion Voldemort created for himself using venom and dark magic.

As for how to see through murky liquid and observe the growth of the embryo inside, magic can certainly handle that.

As a source of life, this pot of freshly made sludge was perhaps a little too successful. Simply left unattended, it began to bubble slightly, then boiled, and then extended tentacles dripping with viscous fluid.

The excessive vitality is about to turn this pot of life essence into a new mud monster life form.

The life-generating substance was meant to catalyze the growth of embryos, not to transform them into another mud monster. Therefore, Ivy had no choice but to freeze them temporarily, interrupting their evolutionary process.

The incubator and the source material are ready; the next step is the most difficult part: the embryo.

In scientific terms, the basic code that forms the blueprint of life is written in the smallest components of every organism, on the long chains of proteins with a double helix structure.

In the world of magic, creating a life doesn't require examining every detail of the fundamental structural genetic blueprint. After all, a skilled spellcaster can directly manipulate information. What Ivy needs to do is extract the genetic information he wants from various primitive organisms, then reintegrate this information into a new individual, and then rearrange the matter according to the blueprint to form the initial form of a life form—an embryo preserved in a warm bed, floating in the source matter.

When selecting a model, Ivy followed several principles. First, it had to be humanoid, and second, it had to be related to death in a mystical way.

Therefore, mythical creatures such as phoenixes and thestrals, as well as plants from the Shadow Realm filled with negative energy, became the priority targets for integration.

If it weren't for the fact that adding the genetic information of a divine being could very well ruin things, Ivy would have liked to add something that only divine beings possess.

However, Ivy had very few similar materials at her disposal. Apart from her own, all she had left was the blood of the descendants of Baal and the blood of the daughter of Selenne.

It either contained a lot of crazy attributes, or it didn't quite fit with the nature of death, so he had to give up.

The embryo, which had consumed a great deal of Ivy's energy, was extremely small and appeared very fragile. Even though Ivy transferred it to a life-support system immediately after its birth, she still couldn't observe much life activity.

Although Ivy didn't have much hope for the fragile embryo, she allowed it to continue growing. The experimental records and experience were invaluable to Ivy, since the road to success often lies hidden in failure.

This was only the first test, and Ivy was in a good mood, preparing to put down what she was doing and take a stroll around the school.

(End of this chapter)