From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 94 Speed Pass Magic Stone
Victor standing next to Dumbledore is of course Ivy himself. Although for wizards, changing their appearance is an ability that relies heavily on talent, otherwise they need to use potions to accomplish this.

But for DND mages, there are many spells that can accomplish this. The 1st-level illusion spell Disguise can use phantoms to easily achieve disguise. However, because it is an illusion, you cannot continue to add physical accessories after completing the spell.

Therefore, only a small hat is needed to achieve a similar effect to the clipping effect in video games.

So Ivy chose the 2nd-level transmutation spell, Transform Self, which allows the caster to completely change their appearance or body shape, thereby completely disguising themselves as another person, or gain some other benefits through magical organs, such as the ability to breathe underwater, or grow fangs and claws.

Furthermore, within the duration of the spell, the caster only needs six seconds to complete another round of transformation, making it an extremely useful spell for escaping pursuit or confusing vision.

"Professor Victor? I'm Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. Is that okay with you? I'm not sure if it's a first or last name." Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to Ivy at the staff table, asked in a scrutinizing tone. She got into work mode almost the moment she saw her new colleague. "Pardon my curiosity, but where did you graduate from?"

"I am a student at Hogwarts," Ivy looked at the doubtful look on Professor McGonagall's face and added, "You have taught me. My image and name are all fake. This is to deal with the well-known curse set by the mysterious man."

"Oh..." Professor McGonagall's face showed a mixture of understanding and pity. "We never discuss that rumor publicly. Although I want to trust Dumbledore's ability - but in the selection of the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

Professor McGonagall stopped talking in time, paused for a moment and then said, "Anyway, I hope you can take care of the fifth and seventh grade students. After all, they have exams coming up soon."

Ivy poked the mashed potatoes in front of him with his fork without appetite and muttered, "OWLs and NEWTs, I understand, they're both important."

"What's more important is that the previous professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts all had accidents to varying degrees, so they have never systematically studied this course." Professor McGonagall explained the dilemma of Defense Against the Dark Arts very clearly. This is something that is obvious at a glance. After all, at Hogwarts, a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a consumable with a shelf life of only one year.

"Don't worry, Professor Victor, Minerva is just too responsible. You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself." Professor Sprout, who was sitting on Professor McGonagall's left, leaned over and said with a warm smile on his face.

"Thank you." Ivy sighed. "I'll take care of it."

"Very good, Professor Victor." Professor McGonagall's expression looked more satisfied. "A sense of responsibility is something that every wizard working at Hogwarts cannot lack. If you have finished your meal, please let me know and I will show you your classroom and office."

"Doesn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom never change? I remember the way." Ivy reluctantly ate some grilled sausages. He couldn't help feeling a stomachache when he thought about facing a group of adolescent students in two days.

"It seems you were indeed a student at Hogwarts, Professor Victor." Professor McGonagall nodded without surprise. "You have the right to change all the furnishings in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Just ask the house-elves in the castle for help."

After finishing the unhappy meal, Ivy came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office alone. There were many of Quirrell's personal belongings in the room, and without exception, they all exuded a strong smell of garlic.

Ivy closed his eyes in pain: "Sweep away the whirlwind!"

A whirlwind suddenly blew up in the room, gathering all of Quirrell's personal belongings together. Ivy had no intention of checking the loot, so she just used the Vanishing Charm to clear them all away.

A piece of parchment fell from mid-air. Ivy reached out to catch it, then almost fainted. It was a course schedule, a course schedule for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is a compulsory course for young wizards at Hogwarts, and it runs through the entire learning career from the first to the seventh grade. Except for the first-year wizards who only have one Defense Against the Dark Arts class a week, the other six grades have two classes a week. And unlike the potions class, Defense Against the Dark Arts is taught in small classes, that is, each college student will be taught separately, which means that the same course has to be taught to students from all four colleges.

Therefore, the professors who taught this course had no free time from Monday to Friday. Fortunately, the sixth and seventh year students were taking advanced classes, so only a small number of them would attend class, so they could all be put into one classroom. Otherwise, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors would definitely not have enough time and would have to use a time turner to complete the class.

Ivy threw the schedule back into the air, turned and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He wanted to take the Philosopher's Stone hidden in the underground room, now!
Ivy already knew that there were two ways to get into the room where the Mirror of Erised was placed. One of them was a shortcut to the principal's office, but he couldn't go there, so he came to the fourth floor, the room guarded by the three-headed dog Fluffy.

The giant three-headed dog remained alert at all times, sniffing around the room, emitting hot, stinking air through its nose.

It, or they, had just seen the door of the room open and then close again, but no one came in. At least they didn't see it. Ivy's Disillusionment Charm was very good. Over a hundred years ago, he could use it to get close to many wary magical creatures. Now, facing the three-headed dog Fluffy, it was no exception.

He threw a stone and turned it into a flute, which he then set to play by itself.

The first note of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" had just sounded when the three-headed dog couldn't wait to yawn loudly, so when the first bar was finished, the snoring in the room was already deafening.

Ivy easily opened the trapdoor with the mage's hand and jumped into the endless darkness without hesitation.

Feeling someone falling on him, the Devil's Snare from Professor Sprout's greenhouse immediately stretched out its vines and rolled towards Ivy. However, the Devil's Snare only caught a ball of air.

It was a 3rd-level transmutation spell, Gaseous Form, which transformed the target into a hazy cloud for an hour, capable of flying at a speed of 100 feet per minute.

This spell not only works on living organisms, but also allows all items on the creature to be transformed, so mages don't have to worry about becoming naked after the spell ends.

Ivy maintained his gaseous form and walked through a corridor and entered the room where Professor Flitwick was casting a spell.

There were at least a thousand shining keys flying around the room, but only one could unlock the door. To make it easier for the intruders, Professor Flitwick thoughtfully placed three brooms in the corners.

But Ivy wasn't going to use them, and certainly not his own Nimbus 2001. He was just a ball of gas now, so he could certainly pass through the tiny keyhole, so this level was useless to him.

Passing through the narrow keyhole, Ivy entered a room with a floor made entirely of black and white marble tiles, which was a giant chessboard set up by Professor McGonagall.

The guards placed here are giant black and white chess pieces.

If Professor McGonagall was here, Ivy would never choose to use the gas form, but at the moment there were only some dull magic creations in this room, and it was impossible for them to cause any harm to Ivy. I don't know how Dumbledore explained the settings of these levels to the professors in the college, but they all chose a way to solve them by trickery. Even if the intruder has no magical attainments, he has a chance to reach the last level with his own intelligence.

Leaving the giant chessboard behind, Ivy came to the next room. As soon as he entered here, Ivy released his gas form.

The reason is simple: it stinks here.

Ivy didn't know what would happen if the stench mixed with the air representing his body, but he thought it would be better not to try. What if he really got infected with the troll's stench...

"Avada is eating a big melon!" A faint green light shot out from Ivy's eyes, instantly taking away the giant monster's vitality.

Thanks to Professor Quirrell's selfless dedication in the Forbidden Forest, Ivy's wizard level successfully reached level 10. He took the opportunity to figure out how to use gaze spells to cast wizard spells.

However, for a master of black magic like him, the "biting the big melon" just now can only be regarded as wandless casting. When he can cast away the spell, he can truly combine the two. After all, the specialty of eye magic is actually to prepare the spells, gestures and materials required for casting in advance, and put the magic in the eyes in the form of talismans, which can be regarded as treating the eyes as reusable spell scrolls.

It was still a long way from the magic eye Ivy had envisioned, but Ivy believed he would be able to accomplish it in no time.

Using the Bubble Head Charm to cover himself in a bubble, Ivy walked past the dead troll and entered the room set up by Snape.

"A variation of the Fiery Blaze?" Ivy surveyed the black fire gate before her. Snape was truly a brilliant wizard. While weakening the Fiery Blaze's effects, he had given it a more stable form and a vulnerability that could be countered by fireproof potions. It was like a different kind of treatise on the dark arts.

There was no way a gaseous body could be immune to this kind of magical damage, and Ivy hadn't yet learned the spell to transform into a fire elemental form, so after a little reasoning, he chose the smallest of the seven bottles.

The cold liquid went down his throat, and Ivy arrived at the level he had set.

He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped, and the dynamic landscape painting turned into a stone gate made of golden lines - he would not be stumped by the puzzle he set.

There is only one level left, the Mirror of Erised.

"The Philosopher's Stone." Its image flashed through Ivy's mind, a bright red, inconspicuous stone.

Then, Ivy saw himself in the mirror creating countless gold with the magic stone and enjoying the joy brought by endless life.

Anyone who covets the Philosopher's Stone will never be able to truly see it.

Dumbledore is really good at playing with people's hearts.

But Ivey is better at playing magic.

A 2nd level enchantment spell that mechanizes the mind. It allows the caster to abandon all distractions and think and calculate as clearly as a machine.

With the help of this spell, Ivy can focus all his thoughts on how to get the Philosopher's Stone without thinking about how to use it.

So, Ivy in the mirror held the Philosopher's Stone in his palm, while Ivy outside the mirror spread out his palm - the key to immortality, the medium that turns stone into gold, the famous Philosopher's Stone fell into Ivy's palm.

Ending the spell concentration of the mechanized mind, Ivy stared at the bright red stone in his hand and felt a sudden hunger.

This is the result of not eating a good dinner. Fortunately, there are many house-elves on call in Hogwarts. With a simple text spell, Ivy can stay in his office and enjoy a delicious midnight snack.

While Ivy was aimlessly thinking about the midnight snack menu, he inexplicably put the Philosopher's Stone to his lips and took a light bite.

"Bang bang."

The bright red Philosopher's Stone is missing a corner.

A familiar feeling washed over Ivy's body. The feeling that the Philosopher's Stone gave Ivy was no different from the ancient magical power sealed in the secret vault underground at Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago.

If we must make a comparison, the ancient magical power in the secret library comes from people's emotions, while the magic in the philosopher's stone is mixed with something else. Ivy believes that it is vitality.

The so-called key to eternal life is to transfer the vitality of others into yourself through the magic potion made from the Philosopher's Stone, thereby deceiving the scythe of the god of death.

After absorbing only a small portion of the Philosopher's Stone, Ivy discovered that his body began to change.

He took out the Grimoire of Destruction and checked his attribute panel. The three items representing physical fitness, namely strength, agility and constitution, had gotten rid of the -2 penalty of being a minor and returned to the standard numbers of 8/10/12.

“The Philosopher’s Stone can not only prolong my life, but it can even help my body grow?” Ivy stood in front of the Mirror of Erised again, and was surprised to find that his height, which was only 1.3 meters, had suddenly increased a lot and he had entered the range of an adult.

"It's really a treasure worth studying carefully!" Ivy stared at the magic stone with a missing corner in his hand. It was the first time he saw a prop that could directly increase attributes in addition to expertise. He must study it carefully.

(End of this chapter)