From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 92: Ahead of the Level
"Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. His mother is a member of the Gaunt family, and he himself is a half-blood wizard." Dumbledore led the way, telling Ivy the information he had already learned.

"I almost understand..." Ivy looked at everything in the room and said in confusion, "But why are we here?"

It was an empty room, and the two arrived through a secret passage in the principal's office.

Dumbledore stopped, turned around and looked at Ivy seriously: "What you did to Professor Quirrell really distressed me. You know, everyone should have a second chance."

I thought this matter was over, why are you talking about it again now?
Ivy raised his eyebrows and prepared to fight: "Come on, Dumbledore, you never thought of giving Quirrell a second chance, otherwise you should have intervened as soon as you saw that he was abnormal!"

"You know what? Quirrell is a coward. He is powerless to fight Voldemort on his own. Ron even found him crying quietly at night. Just think, Dumbledore, what kind of desperate tears are those?"

"A young wizard who just graduated from Hogwarts was controlled by Voldemort right under the nose of the greatest white wizard in the world? Quirrell was once your student! If you were going to give him a second chance, you should have helped him get rid of the influence of darkness long ago!"

"Or are you not going to take action unless Quirrell asks you for help? Dumbledore, standing by is also a sin!"

These words have been brewing in Ivy's mind for a long time. Long before he crossed over, he hated the moral kidnapping from others. So when he had power in his hands, he was determined to be a person who kidnapped morality!
Words are weapons, and Ivy is glad he didn't fall into the trap.

However, when he looked at Dumbledore again, he found that his "weapon" might be too sharp, and tears appeared in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"You are right, Ivy." Dumbledore looked at him with a sad look in his eyes. "I have an unshirkable responsibility in that incident. I did not expect Voldemort to possess Quirrell."

"Although I am often called the greatest white wizard of the 20th century, I am actually just an ordinary person. I will make mistakes like ordinary people."

"In fact, since I am - excuse me - since I am much smarter than most people, my mistakes are proportionally more serious."

"If anyone can save Professor Quirrell's soul in this school, it can only be me. I am indeed responsible for his death."

Ivy looked at him in disbelief. It was not easy to admit one's mistakes, especially for someone like Dumbledore, who held a high position and had lived for almost a century under the praise and admiration of the public. If it were someone else, he would have taken the compliments seriously and turned into a stubborn egomaniac.

But Dumbledore did not. Not only did he not let his fame go to his head, he even easily admitted his mistake under Ivy's deliberate provocation.

If he were in his shoes, Ivy would probably kill anyone who pointed out his mistakes to pieces, even though he had heard the phrase "honest advice hurts" since he was a child.

Faced with Dumbledore's sincere speech, Ivy was a little confused about what to do. He was already prepared for the battle, whether it was a verbal confrontation or a magical confrontation, he was confident that he could defeat the old wizard in front of him.

But Dumbledore... Ivy couldn't say for sure.

"Hmm..." Ivy hesitated for a moment, but decided to comfort the old man in front of him. At this time, he just needed to talk about Quirrell's shortcomings and point out the evil things he had done. "No matter what, Quirrell is a dark wizard. He invaded Gringotts to rob the Philosopher's Stone... and failed? He also released a troll at the Halloween dinner, causing huge damage... and increased the workload of the house-elves? ... and then tried to cast a spell on Harry's broomstick during the Quidditch match... and was stopped by my anti-dark spell?"

Ivy racked his brains to think carefully about the bad things Quirrell had done, and was surprised to find that they did not cause any huge loss of life or property damage.

Damn, when did all the dark wizards in Britain become so lame? After all this commotion, not a single person died!
"Yes! Quirrell killed a unicorn! He caused great damage to Hogwarts' property! Just think about how many wands a unicorn can provide cores for!" Ivy suddenly remembered what happened just a few hours ago. "He also cast a spell on me, the Unforgivable Curse! Two Cruciatus Curses! Do you know how much damage this is to a first-year wizard?"

Ivy's thoughts became more and more clear, and many bad things Quirrell had done came to his mind all at once: "He's also a smuggler! He smuggled dragon eggs! As early as the Wizard Conference in 1709, it was classified as an illegal case!"

The next second, Ivy realized what he had said. He apologized to Hagrid in his heart and then put all the blame on Quirrell.

"Ahem." Ivy cleared his throat. "Anyway, even if I didn't beat him to death, Quirrell should have been thrown into Azkaban. A coward like him wouldn't have much chance of survival after he went in."

"Thank you for your comfort, Ivy." Dumbledore thanked him with a smile, and then said, "My eyesight was blurred by tears just now, so I didn't hear anything about the dragon eggs."

Ivy didn't intend to dwell on this matter, so he changed the subject: "Why did you bring me here?"

"You already know everything about the Philosopher's Stone, right?" Dumbledore stood in front of a mirror, looking at himself in a daze.

"Of course." Ivy also came to the mirror and found a little tea stain on his collar. Sugar and milk made it a little difficult to clean. Fortunately, Ivy was a wizard, and a simple cleaning spell could solve everything.

Dumbledore looked at Ivy in surprise as he cleaned his collar, then asked, "You have heard of this mirror, too?"

"Mirror?" Ivy looked up and saw a line of golden inscriptions engraved on the top of the mirror frame. Reading it forwards was a string of meaningless letters. Only reading it backwards could reveal the magic of the magic mirror: What I show you is not your face but your desire.

"Mirror of Erised." When Ivy realized this, the picture in the mirror changed immediately. He saw a more powerful, more handsome, and more knowledgeable self. He was surrounded by various magic books and magic tools, all of which revealed his identity - a truly noble wizard.

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded, "It seems that you also enjoy it. I'm curious, what did you see in it, Ivy?" "At first it was just me," Ivy looked at himself in the mirror and created a luxurious staff out of thin air. He immediately understood that it was the power of the 9th-ring spell Wishing.

The wish is almost the highest masterpiece of DND wizards, and it is also the most powerful spell that mortal creatures can cast. As long as you cast this spell, you can manipulate the foundation of the real world according to your desires. It is almost equivalent to a magic lamp that can fulfill wishes.

"But when I realized it was the Mirror of Erised, the picture changed immediately." Ivy watched himself in the mirror perform various magical spells with satisfaction. "That was my future self."

Dumbledore said in a warning tone: "As you know, the Mirror of Erised shows your desires, not the real future."

"That's me in the future. Maybe I will be more perfect than it shows." Ivey's voice is firm. "I know where my destination is, and I have the determination, perseverance and ability to take action for it. All difficulties on the road will bow down at my feet, and I will eventually reach that position. So, that is the future."

"Okay, Ivy." Dumbledore did not continue on this topic. He stopped looking at himself in the mirror and said to Ivy, "Since you already know about the Philosopher's Stone and the Mirror of Erised, I just happen to need your help with something."

"I'd like to hear more about it." Ivy had already guessed it.

"The professors at Hogwarts have all cast protective spells here. The door made of fire in front of us is the masterpiece of Professor Snape. I would like to ask you to add another layer of protection here as well." Dumbledore continued.

"Are you sure?" Ivy asked, "Quirrel is dead, Voldemort has escaped, no one would be stupid enough to covet the Philosopher's Stone hidden here."

"Oh, actually this is not a kind of protection, but more like a test." Dumbledore explained, "I had hoped that after Professor Quirrell passed these levels, he would be able to recall his time at Hogwarts, but now he has no chance."

"So I thought, why not use this place as an extra activity at the end of term, another competition besides the Quidditch Cup? What do you think?"

The Philosopher's Stone as a prize is not a very good idea.

Ivy complained to himself and didn't respond.

"Of course, the prize is 150 points in the House Cup." Dumbledore seemed to see Ivy's concern and continued to explain, "It's too early for children who are still in school to come into contact with the Philosopher's Stone now."

"Okay, I agree." Ivy took out the silver fairy magic wand and used ancient magic to create a wall.

The wall was right between the flame door set up by Snape and the Mirror of Erised, dividing the empty room into two.

Ancient magic created a picture on the wall that looked like water waves, and inside was a scene of green grass and vitality.

"Anyone who touches it will be pulled into an extremely real illusion. Only those who are most determined in their goals can pass through here. When I was in school, I encountered many such walls." Ivy put away his wand and explained to Dumbledore.

"Very good, Ivy." Dumbledore briefly examined Ivy's masterpiece, then nodded to him, "Now there is only one last thing left."

"Since you have caused Hogwarts to lose a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I suppose you are willing to take up this vacancy? I thought that as Voldemort's subordinate, Professor Quirrell could at least teach until the end of the semester!" Dumbledore's proposal was simply nonsense. If you kill your own professor, you have to take up his vacancy. When did Hogwarts become a school that believes in the law of the jungle?
"There's still more than half of the semester left, and it's not easy to find a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore stared at Ivy expectantly, his eyes gleaming with light.

"I'm only a first year!" Ivy refused. He knew too well what a hard life the professors at Hogwarts had. The students were bored to death and the professors were too busy to do anything. Just look at Snape and McGonagall, they were the two hardworking role models of Hogwarts.

Not only do they have to teach two classes a week to each of the seven grades, but they also have to deal with various chores as the head of the house, plus the various disputes between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Moreover, one of them is Dumbledore's double agent, and the other is the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts. Apart from their main duties as professors, these identities are enough to keep them busy!

"But you are stronger than all the professors in this school, even me!" Dumbledore pressed on.

"I'm only 1.3 meters tall! I'm not even an adult yet!" Ivy took a step back.

"But you are one hundred and forty-four years old! And you know very sophisticated Transfiguration! I remember very clearly that you once asked your classmates to go to class for you!" Dumbledore continued to follow up until Ivy had no way to retreat.

"Then I'm going to keep the dragon in the Chamber of Secrets on the Map!" Seeing that there was no way out, Ivy began to make outrageous demands. Originally, he wanted the Philosopher's Stone, but when he thought about how Dumbledore was going to destroy it, perhaps only something illegal could stop Dumbledore from doing it.

"Okay! As long as you can make sure it doesn't run out from underground." Unexpectedly, Dumbledore is like Ivy, a wizard who doesn't care much about rules and regulations.

Ivy took a breath of cold air. If he had known, he would have asked for the Philosopher's Stone. But now that he had seen the Mirror of Erised, how could he let go of such a treasure so easily?

Ivy has made up his mind to secretly take the Philosopher's Stone away and make Dumbledore look bad in front of Nicolas Flamel.

(End of this chapter)