From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 619 Hescott
Recently, Ivy has been fighting on multiple fronts.

Besides having to participate in the morning star city's royal meetings from time to time, he also had to discuss plans with members of the city planning and construction committee, and finally discuss new projects with professors and students who came from Stryhaven for study. He even rarely did his own magical experiments anymore.

Not to mention, he also has to deal with the harassment from time to time by the goddess of death in the wizarding world, an alien deity who calls herself Lady Void. Fortunately, Lady Void, who has gained her first believer and priest, generally doesn't cause trouble for Ivy, except when there are certain things that require money.

For example, not long ago, Viconia, a drow elf who had switched allegiance between three goddesses, applied to Ivy for a large sum of money to build the Temple of the Lady of the Void. After Ivy rejected her request, the Lady of the Void herself came to Ivy and obtained the money through an interest-free loan, on the condition that all the followers the Lady of the Void had gained in Faerûn must unconditionally pledge allegiance to Ivy.

Aside from these miscellaneous tasks, the design work on the Molten Core of Twilight Star City went surprisingly smoothly.

The magic of the two worlds is very different, and its collision can generate countless new sparks. In just a few days, the professors of the Quantification Academy came up with a solution for charging golems.

From Ivy's perspective, it's very similar to how mobile phones were charged before they transformed into smartphones after a technological leap.

They developed a charging device centered on storing lava energy. The golem only needs to go to the charging station to replace the power supply core before the energy is completely exhausted, so that it can achieve 24/7 uninterrupted standby.

With this brand-new golem power supply solution, Ivy began her first experiment in creating omnics.

The new construct race he envisioned should not only possess intelligence, but also, like other intelligent beings, have a soul.

Therefore, the most difficult step is to merge the intelligent core with the blank soul that Ivy obtained from the Mansion of Hope.

Ivy tried many methods, but she couldn't achieve the same harmonious blend of milk and cocoa as in the smooth texture of chocolate.

Even if souls were forcibly crammed into them, they would still seem out of place. And the golems equipped with such intelligent cores would often exhibit late-stage signs of artificial intelligence impairment, such as twitching and incoherent ramblings, as if they were going crazy.

As Ivy wrote down today's experimental record with her colorful quill pen, she decided to do something else to change her mood.

For example, he could pass the time by looking at the time-travel record that Kemina sent him.

The timeline with the twin embers that Kemina mentioned last time has now officially been given its name—Azrael.

Just like Kemina told Ivy last time, the Azur world is full of fairy tales, with colorful candies, talking animals and gingerbread men everywhere.

However, it still has all the elements that a fantasy world should have: dragons, magic, swords, and royalty. It's just that these elements are all wrapped in a seemingly gentle fairy tale veneer, and the cruelty inside is not changed at all because of the superficial warmth.

What left Ivy speechless the most was the local dragon that Kemina had specially recorded in the Time Record: the multi-headed dragon Goose Mom with a huge bunch of heads.

According to Kmina, when Planeswalkers travel to certain special worlds, their behavior is also altered by the local rules. For example, in some worlds they will be enlarged proportionally, while in others they will be shrunk proportionally.

Kmina is human, so naturally nothing will happen to her in Ezra, who also has a human race.

But Ivy is different; he's a golden dragon now. Who knows if that strange Azur timeline will turn his true form into a goose that lays golden eggs? So, to avoid changing his appearance, Ivy thinks it's best not to take the risk of going there.

As for resisting the special rules of local spacetime and maintaining the golden dragon's physical form, Ivy believed he could certainly do it. However, if he wasted his power fighting against the world's rules themselves, how could he act like a normal mage?

Besides, the multiverse is infinite, so giving up one or two that are a bit troublesome is no big deal.

Moreover, Kemina's time travel record is enough to satisfy Ivy's curiosity about Ezra, so there's no need to risk turning into a golden goose to go there.

According to Kmina's account, the world of Eldritch can be broadly divided into two parts: the area ruled by humans is called the World Realm, and the place where fairies and magical creatures live is called the Wildlands. The World Realm has five great royal courts, and the High King is the overlord of all five. As the High King of the World Realm, he must also devote his energy to maintaining peace in all his territories, and more importantly, to mediating the conflicts between the inhabitants of the World Realm and the Wildlands.

The twin embers discovered by Kemina were the children of the Supreme King of the World, a prince and a princess.

"Prince", "princess", and "fairytale world".

Just the thought of these words together is enough to give Ivy PTSD. Who knows if they're some kind of weird, humanoid creature? So it's best not to get involved easily. Maintaining a general understanding like this is already enough for Ivy.

Ivy paused as he turned another page of the time-travel record in his hand. He put down the book and stood up from his chair.

"What's wrong?" Yingxin, who was playing with the little white dog, Naonao, in the garden, noticed his actions and asked.

“I’ve found the student’s trail…maybe I’ll have to travel through time and space.” Ivy closed her eyes and sensed the magic again, confirming that the magical fluctuations were indeed the magical mark she had inscribed on the arm of the little elephant Kuntorli.

“I’ll be leaving for a while, but it shouldn’t take too long. Please pass on a message to Professor Stryhaven for me, saying that I’ve found traces of the missing Hengjian student. His name is Quintor Kant.”

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.

Things happened so fast that the baby elephant didn't have time to react.

It seems like just a second ago they were laughing and chatting in the tavern, accepting the Eagle Guard commander's invitation to become knights, and the next second they were stuffed into the basement as defenseless refugees. The demons mentioned in Resca's report have arrived; they have gathered many cultists as vanguards, surging from all directions towards Kanaburi's last remaining hope.

“We should be up there fighting, not cowering in the basement like cowards!” Resca’s smile vanished, replaced by anger and grumbling.

“But we didn’t get enough rest,” the multicolored-haired sorcerer Sendri pointed out. “You should have noticed when we ran across the huge crack in the plaza; my magic had completely failed!”

"Hmph. I thought you could at least make some noise before the demons devour you." Resca grunted. "These demons are endless, but the battlefront they can wage is not very long. We should rest and recover our strength as soon as possible. They might need our help when the pressure on the front lines becomes too great!"

“Perhaps Commander Tirabard has his own methods. Ilinica and her companions seem quite capable; maybe they can successfully repel the demons’ offensive.” Although he had only undergone a short period of military training, what Little Elephant remembered most vividly was the importance of obeying orders on the battlefield. Without knowing the full scope of the commander’s plan, any sudden idea that occurred on the battlefield could very well turn into a rout. Therefore, before Commander Tirabard ordered everyone to advance and fight the demons, he thought everyone should stay in the basement and recover for the next possible battle.

“That makes sense. We don’t have much energy left anyway, so we might as well go to sleep…” Sendri rubbed his bandaged eye and yawned, but then he rubbed it harder and harder, and a faint blue light emanated from the blind eye under the bandage. “Oh! My eye! What’s going on?”

A dark purple abyss portal, echoing the blue light emanating from Sundere's eyes, suddenly appeared in the dim light of the basement.

Those were demons made of solid ice and white frost, exactly the same as the ones that had chased them outside the city before!
“Gahhh…” A mage dressed in an ancient silk robe appeared, standing among the frost demons, with a striking mask made of solid ice on his face.

"You! You've come for me, right? Then, take me with you—let the others go!" The chill emanating from the Frost Demons made Sendri shiver, but he still bravely stepped forward, using his small body to shield his comrades behind him.

Unfortunately, neither the masked man nor Resca were prepared to do as he suggested.

The former took out a piece of ice crystal to prepare to cast a spell, while the latter interrupted his casting action with a hidden arrow.

"Don't even think about it! You lackeys of the devil! This is Crusader territory!"

Resca's threat had no effect. The masked man, whose spellcasting had been interrupted, simply raised his hands and summoned a biting blizzard. In an instant, the little elephant could see nothing but a vast expanse of white.

"Oh—where are we?" the baby elephant asked, rubbing the goosebumps on its arms.

No one could answer his question, but it couldn't be Cannabri, it couldn't be the basement of that still-warm Iron Guard Ambition tavern.

Everywhere you look, there are towering icebergs, and biting wind and snow howl overhead, stinging your cheeks. Countless strange skeletons are scattered among the icebergs, creating a cold and otherworldly cavern.

"Sendre!" the little elephant shouted, pointing at the small figure ahead. "What's he doing standing there?"

"Maybe his brain's frozen solid!" Resca exhaled a long puff of white smoke. "Let's go over there! Let's warm up his stupid head!"

Seemingly sensing his teammates' approach, Sendri pointed to an iceberg not far away and said, "We've found him! He's on that little hill! I bet he's making faces at us under that ugly mask! Let's beat him up and make him send us back so he'll never dare to cause us trouble again!"

“Wait!” Resca interrupted him impatiently. “Aren’t you going to explain this? Where are we? Who is that masked idiot? What’s his purpose? And your eyes, I remember you said last time that they were gouged out by a twig, how come they’re still glowing now!”

The little elephant nodded in agreement. When he first met Sendri in the old cemetery, Sendri told a story that was hard to believe. However, the little elephant didn't think Sendri was lying on purpose. Maybe he had just forgotten about it.
“I don’t know! I swear on my furry socks! I have absolutely no idea what I’ve messed with. That guy has been following me for ages, even before I arrived in Kanaburi. I can sense his presence intuitively, but that’s about it. But I bet he’s got a lot of bad intentions!” The dwarf warlock waved his fist at the figure on the mountaintop. “Hey! Why don’t you come down and tell us who you are and what your purpose is!”

The masked man on the mountaintop raised his arm, and then Sendri froze, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat. The bandages fell from his face, revealing eyes that gleamed coldly beneath, like the icy, lifeless light flickering in this frigid space.

After his panting and coughing subsided, Sendri's mouth began to move again, but the words that came out were not his own.

“Finally… you are mine. I’ve been chasing you for so long… and you will pay the price…” Sundere’s right eye shifted between different objects, revealing a sense of despair and helplessness, but his left eye, gleaming with a cold light, remained fixed on Resca and Quintorli like a block of ice. “I’ve been hunting him for a long time… now, you will both suffer the same fate, becoming the cold corpses I tread upon…”

"Bullshit!" Resca spat at the open space beside him, which immediately turned into a lump of ice. "You'll either slip and die or fall to your death!"

"Whom do you work for? And what treasures does Sendri possess that attract you?" the little elephant asked boldly.

“A fragment of the Great Lord’s power is hidden in his eyes! It’s something he can’t comprehend… It also exists within me, but I have mastered it, absorbed it, and understand the power it represents… Once I gather all the fragments, my master will be reborn!” Like a chilling wind blowing from Sundere’s mouth, Resca and the little elephant couldn’t help but move closer. Even before the name was uttered, it sent a chill down their spines. “Mortals will remember the Great Lord’s name again… They will tremble before it… Listen carefully, those doomed… The Great Lord’s name is Heathcliff!”

"Who?" The middle-aged demon scratched his chin in confusion. "I thought he was going to say Baphomet or Descari. Hiss what? This is the first time I've heard that name."

"I will accomplish the great deeds of my lord, bringing ice and bones back to this world—" The mysterious man's chilling voice, emanating from his manipulation of the Sandri, suddenly vanished, replaced by the dwarf sorcerer's cheerful voice, "Ha! Although I truly do not know how to use this power, I swear on my blindfold! I will master it soon!"

"No!" The masked cultist on the mountaintop finally spoke, "You will all die here today! I will scatter your bones across the earth, freeze them into ice sculptures, I will—"

It was as if another point of light had suddenly appeared in a world that was forever illuminated by the deathly light. It was so intense and so dazzling that even the cold wind swirling among the icebergs hid and stopped.

The point of light gradually expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden sun. The blazing sunlight shone on the cultist on the mountaintop, melting him into a ball of water and a cloud of mist.

The baby elephant recognized the figure appearing in the brilliant golden light and cried out in delight, "Professor Doom!"

(End of this chapter)