From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 87 Grandpa Long and Quirrell
"What can it do?" Hagrid asked, staring at the equally motionless Howling Flame.

"It can breathe fire, fly, and know a little magic?" Ivy answered in confusion. He couldn't believe that Howling Flame could have maternal instincts. It was clearly an elemental creature. Do elemental creatures also have social relationships?

As an elemental creature, Howling Flame is not afraid of the flames in the fireplace, and can even provide the necessary heat for the dragon eggs by itself. From this point of view, it may be a better "dragon mother" than Hagrid.

"Great! It's just like another kind of long-haired dragon. Most importantly, it's not even on the Ministry of Magic's banned breeding list!" Hagrid said enviously. "Great, I've always thought this fireplace was too simple for a dragon's nest. Now that it has a dragon mother, I can prepare some children's toys for it with peace of mind. What do you think of a teddy bear, Ivy?"

"Teddy bear?" Ivy was beginning to have trouble following Hagrid's train of thought. How on earth had he come up with the idea of giving a teddy bear made of flammable cloth and cotton to a fire-breathing dragon?

"Perhaps a pair or two of brand new wool socks would be a better gift?" Hagrid began to worry again, and finally he clapped his hands and decided to take both.

"If you give the wool socks for the little dragon to Dumbledore, maybe he will be kind enough to conjure a castle for the little dragon in the Forbidden Forest." Ivy said jealously. He still didn't want to believe that his magical pet would hatch a dragon egg.

But he soon balanced his mentality. As the saying goes, a mother is honored by her son. Sooner or later, he would bring Xiaolong to the basement of Hogwarts to guard his secret room!

It was because of this mentality that when Hagrid proposed to lend him Howling Flame for a few days, Ivy readily agreed, and then Hagrid gave him the title of "Grandpa Dragon".

The world is crazy. Not only can the porcelain cat be the mother of a dragon, but the dark lord Ivy can also be the grandfather of a dragon.

Because he was troubled by the dragon eggs, Hagrid almost completely abandoned his job as gamekeeper and was not so concerned about patrolling the Forbidden Forest.

Therefore, Ivy was able to search for magical animals in the Forbidden Forest that could provide him with experience points.

Some eight-eyed giant spiders disappeared out of thin air, several giant monsters broke their legs, and Ivy got the experience points and magical creature materials he wanted.

During this period, Ivy also discovered that defeating the same monster repeatedly would still bring him a certain amount of experience points, but as the number of times increased, the experience points gained after the battle would decrease in turn, but the total was still more cost-effective than killing it directly. This is why he spared the lives of those giant monsters.

There were many giant eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest, but trolls were rare. Not to mention that two of them were captured by Quirrell not long ago, one was guarding the Philosopher's Stone, and the other was pasted on the wall of the castle.

In such a leisurely life, Ivy met people and magical animals that he absolutely did not want to see - a unicorn lying on the ground, and Quirrell lying on it and drinking its blood.

"who!"

Ivy wanted to leave silently, but Quirrell raised his head alertly. Perhaps the unicorn's curse restored some of Voldemort's vitality, otherwise Quirrell would never have been able to find Ivy with his ability.

"Ah..." Ivy sighed and emerged from the woods.

It was because Quirrell gave Hagrid the Norwegian Ridgeback egg that he chose to enter the Forbidden Forest to look for unicorns at this time. Because everyone knew that Hagrid could not abandon dangerous magical animals.

"Quirrel, professor." Finally, Ivy decided to show a little respect. After all, he used Quirrell's approval to borrow many interesting books on black magic from the restricted area. "I can pretend that I saw nothing. Of course, I won't tell anyone." The unicorn's shiny silver-white blood dripped from Quirrell's mouth, and his robe on his chest was stained with a lot. Combined with his pale and bloodless cheeks, he looked like a vampire who had just crawled out of a coffin.

Quirrell did not speak to Ivy immediately. Instead, he stared at Ivy with his sunken eyes to prevent him from making any unusual movements. At the same time, Quirrell's lips, which were stained with silver blood, moved rapidly, as if he was whispering to someone.

Ivy spread his hands and waited quietly for Quirrell and the Voldemort routine on the back of his head to read out a result.

"Now that you've seen it, Mr. Doom," Quirrell said hoarsely with an ugly smile, "you can't stay out of it!"

Ivy didn't answer, but just watched Qi Luo perform calmly.

"I've heard rumors from many people." Quirrell left the unicorn's corpse and took two steps towards Ivy. "They say you're a gifted student. Although you've never taken one of my classes, I learned from Madam Pince that you borrow a book on dark magic from the restricted section every week, and you borrow it in alphabetical order? What's the latest one? Blood in Bones?"

Quirrell let out a strange "hehe" laugh and continued, "I know very well that we are the same kind of people. People who are extremely thirsty for power, magic, and knowledge!"

Ivy rolled his eyes. He didn't want to be associated with someone like Quirrell.

"Serve my master!" Quirrell seemed not to see the reluctance on his face, and recruited him with a fanatical look, "This is a trend that will soon sweep the wizarding world, and no one can stop it!"

"You should have heard of his name—" Quirrell looked at Ivy with an expression of fear and expectation, and then uttered the name in a low but clear voice, "Lord Dark Lord."

A cold wind blew by, rolling up a few dead leaves in the forbidden forest.

Ivy decided to say something to ease the awkwardness: "Thank you for your invitation, Professor Quirrell. But I'm sorry, I'm not suitable to work for Voldemort."

When the word "Voldemort" was read out, Ivy clearly saw Quirrell's robed figure tremble.

"How dare you?" Quirrell looked extremely surprised, his sunken eye sockets seemed even deeper, and his bloodshot eyeballs almost fell to the ground.

"Yes, Master, I will let him know how powerful I am." Quirrell suddenly calmed down and whispered to himself.

Then he looked at Ivy, raised his hand and cast a spell: "Crucia!"

Ivy frowned and took a step sideways to avoid the red magic light of the Cruciatus Curse.

"Are you serious?" Ivy didn't want to start a war with Voldemort so early, because he was not yet level 11 and had not yet learned the 6th-level spell Soul Cage, so even if he killed Voldemort, he couldn't imprison his soul for research.

He was also thinking of getting little Tom and old Voldemort together to be a companion!
(End of this chapter)