From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 64: Fountain of Good Luck

Unlike what Ivy had imagined, the Malfoy family's welcome dinner was mainly French cuisine. It seemed that even the Malfoy family, who claimed to be a noble family, would not really use British cuisine to entertain guests.

Similar to Hogwarts, the Malfoy family also uses glittering gold tableware on the dining table, and a variety of exquisite and beautiful dishes are placed on the table.

Including the lamb chops fried pink, the aroma of basil and black pepper is so tempting with the butter.

The rich creamy seafood soup had some dried vegetable pieces floating on the mellow white soup. Many shellfish that Ivy couldn't name also revealed their juicy meat in the milky white soup. Just by looking at it, you knew it was absolutely amazing.

There are also cold food platters consisting of cheese and bacon, steaming hot fruit pies that you can tell are freshly baked, various baked breads that exude an enchanting aroma, and so on.

It can be seen that the Malfoy family's house-elves have indeed put a lot of effort into today's banquet.

Although the dishes served were all French, there was no complicated serving order like in a French banquet. Everyone (only four people) could take whatever dishes they liked.

However, the desserts after the meal are mainly British style, filled with various sweet and choking jam puddings, ice cream and small cakes.

During the meal, Malfoy kept looking for topics to talk about, and Ivy would chime in. The two chatted about the duel after the start-of-term banquet, the Quidditch match before the Christmas holidays, and finally the flying broom that Malfoy had been thinking about.

During this time, Lucius and his wife only responded when Malfoy asked them for their opinions. Most of the rest of the time, they just silently stuffed the food in front of them into their mouths, and no one knew what they were worried about.

However, all this was a great encouragement to Malfoy. He even thought that his parents had given him the right to direct the social topics at the banquet. Not only did he show considerable pride, but even Ivy thought he was going too far.

"Speaking of flying brooms, the products of the Nimbus Racing Broom Company are indeed the best. Even that scarred Potter can beat Slytherin on a Nimbus 2000. If Ivy hadn't joined the Quidditch team, I'm afraid he would have been so proud of himself."

While Malfoy was belittling his opponent, he also did not forget to secretly praise Ivy. It seems that the education of noble families is different. At least when Harry and Ron copied Ivy's Transfiguration homework, they could not flatter him so naturally.

"Speaking of which, Dad." Malfoy looked at his father. "I remember you had correspondence with Mr. Devlin Whitehorn of the Nimbus Company. Did he mention the new Nimbus broom? Can I have one? Ivy is also very interested in these. He can also make models of dragons that can fly and breathe fire!"

Lucius frowned. He wasn't sure whether his son's words were the product of a minor's bizarre delusion or Ivy's secret instruction, so he wasn't sure how to respond.

But Malfoy did not disappoint him. He turned to Ivy and said, "Ivy! Can my dad see your little dragon? Have you named it? Although it is small and exquisite, it deserves a majestic name!"

You see, this is where Ivey says he pushes the envelope.

But Ivy didn't bother with a child. He put down the ice cream with raspberry jam in his hand and summoned the Grimoire of Destruction in a burst of golden light.

The antique pages of the book turned automatically without wind, and soon turned to the page with the little dragon. Under the surprised gaze of the three Malfoys, the black and gold little dragon that originally existed in the pattern on the page struggled to stick out one claw from the page, then the other, and then the two claws exerted force together, and the ferocious dragon horn emerged from the pattern.

With a long howl, the little fire dragon flew around the banquet table and spewed out flames one after another.

After circling the field for a few weeks, the fire dragon seemed to feel tired. After gliding for a while, it landed back next to Ivy's hand and dozed off on his fingers.

"Oh..." Malfoy held his cheek and let out an intoxicated and satisfied sigh. He really liked this little fire dragon.

"Is this... some kind of alchemical creation? Or some new type of artificial life? Mr. Doom?" Lucius couldn't help but ask. As a person who was keen on collecting black magic items, he had never seen such a lifelike model of a fire dragon.

"It's a porcelain statue," Ivy said softly. "I used an Animation Charm to make it move like a real dragon."

"Then you must have something in common with Mr. Whitehorn of the Light Wheel Company. I intend to invite him to the family party at Christmas. What do you think?" Lucius carefully considered his words and asked Ivy for his opinion.

"I'm just a guest of the Malfoy family. Of course, you have the final say in this manor, Mr. Malfoy." Ivy didn't seem to have the slightest intention of usurping the throne, but apart from Malfoy, Lucius and Narcissa knew that was not the truth.

"After all, you are the first visitor to this manor during this holiday. It would be bad if my presumptuous invitation disturbed your mood." Lucius' words showed good upbringing. "Since you have no objection, I will send an invitation letter to Mr. Whitehorn soon."

"Draco," Narcissa, who had been silent at the table, suddenly called her son's name, "You must have some toys you want to show Mr. Doom, right? How about we go look for them together?"

"What? Mum?" Malfoy looked puzzled, but then he quickly revealed a self-righteous look of enlightenment. "Ah - of course there is! Just wait and see, Ivy!"

As he followed Narcissa out of the banquet hall, he leaned over and whispered to Ivy, "It must be the reward we agreed on before. I'll pick out a few of the Malfoy family's best collections!"

The mother and son walked out of the banquet hall. The place, which was still filled with the aroma of food, began to become dull. The only sound was the "crunch" sound of Ivy's nails scratching the little dragon's scales.

"I wonder if you have heard the story of the Fountain of Luck?" After an unknown amount of time, Lucius' voice sounded faintly.

However, without waiting for Ivy to answer, Lucius continued as if he had made up his mind: "Dumbledore and I have some... different opinions on this story. As a member of the Hogwarts Board of Directors, I think that the aging Dumbledore should not continue to stay in that position..."

"Heh~" Ivy couldn't help but let out a scornful laugh through his nose. "Remember the motto of Hogwarts? 'Don't tickle a sleeping dragon'."

(End of this chapter)