From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 98 The first day on the podium

At eight o'clock on Monday morning, Ivy, who had hastily eaten bacon and fried eggs, came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He admitted that when the class was taught by Quirinus Quirrell, he never worried about the classroom smelling of garlic.

But if he became the professor of this course, he had to say that he hated everything about early morning classes, even if he was teaching in the famous castle of Hogwarts. Especially, before he became a professor, he was a first-year Slytherin student, and first-year Slytherin students did not have to attend the first class on Monday morning.

Before the bell rang, fifth-year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin entered the classroom. Although the conflict between the two houses had divided them into two distinct factions in their choice of seats, that was not a reason for Ivy not to announce the start of class.

So in the silence when no one spoke, Percy Weasley, the prefect, asked, "Professor Victor, I have a question for you."

Unlike his two twin brothers who loved to make trouble, Percy, who had always considered himself an excellent student, maintained the necessary respect for all professors. Ivy was very satisfied with his respectfulness when he raised his hand, so she nodded and agreed for him to ask.

“What is your plan for our course?”

Good question, and that's exactly what Ivy is going to say next.

"Pop quiz." Ivy said these four words coldly with a smile, and then admired the expressions on the faces of the little wizards.

Before the disappointment on their faces grew, Ivy used the word "OWLs" to make them realize their fate once again.

Everyone obediently put away their textbooks and waited for Ivy to hand out the test papers.

However, Ivy would never do what they wanted, and he made everyone stand up.

"Make sure there is a Slytherin next to every Gryffindor, and make sure there is a Gryffindor next to every Slytherin. Now, prefects, it's your turn to adjust everyone's positions." These were Ivy's exact words.

Is there anything more stifling than facing an exam as your first class on Monday morning?
The answer is to sit next to your arch-enemy during the exam.

All the little wizards who dream of getting help from their friends must feel despair in this classroom. This is the iron rule that Ivy set before they entered the classroom.

It's definitely not an expression of resentment about Zao Ba.

Ivy enjoyed the mixed expressions of vigilance, tension, confusion and anxiety on the students' faces, just as he enjoyed the dying mutterings of the dark wizard Quirrell.

When he first came to this world, Ivy felt disgusted when he used spells to take people's lives, but soon he found that he had a talent for this. Then he began to feel numb, just like completing a daily routine. Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate?

Ivy does. He remembers the faces of everyone who died at his hands, the expressions on their faces, and their last words.

He accepted all of this and began to enjoy it gradually. He enjoyed the feeling of dominating everything with magic. Taking someone's life was only the smallest part of it. He could use magic to turn the people or things he met into what he wanted them to be, and that was the most important thing.

Ivy knew very well that magic was the reason and power that changed everything, so he decided to keep pursuing magic and never look back.

This is also why he took the magic power in the secret vault under Hogwarts for himself. He believed that he was worthy of it. Although it took him more than a hundred years to successfully use this power, it at least proved that his original choice was not wrong.

After experiencing a period of peace at Hogwarts, he gradually began to miss the days when he released chain "Avada Biters" wantonly in the Forbidden Forest more than a hundred years ago. But now he could only get a tiny bit of aftertaste from these young wizards who were busy with their examination papers.

So halfway through the class, Ivy announced the end of the exam and stopped the two prefects before they stepped forward to collect the test papers.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor will exchange test papers and explain to your deskmate why he lost points." Ivy was sure this was the last thing they wanted to hear.

After realizing that their professor was not joking, the two colleges that had never gotten along began to compete with each other.

Everyone was nitpicking about the test papers in front of them, trying to deduct more points from the other party. At this moment, their expressions, which had just relaxed because of the end of the in-class test, became sinister again.

Ivy told himself that this was a rare moment of enjoyment for him, and he was going to make it even better.

When he found that the little wizards began to ask each other about their grades and complain about their deskmates, he knew that the time he had been waiting for had come.

"Wrong question collection." Ivy smiled with that mature face, just like every elder who passed on hateful experience to children, "Please allow me to introduce you to this method that can best improve your scores. In short, I hope that each of you can remember your failures and review them constantly."

"I won't check your wrong questions myself," Ivy said as if he was an open-minded and kind Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "I believe you have guessed it. I will ask your deskmate to help. If someone fails to finish..."

Ivy did not continue speaking, because the young wizards present could understand his subtext - those who failed to complete the task would be subjected to verbal attacks from their old rivals, including but not limited to mocking looks and rude gestures.

For these young people who are in the period of burgeoning self-esteem, the last thing they want to accept is contempt from their peers, not to mention that it may come from their rival colleges.

"One last thing." Before they left the classroom, Ivy stuffed the syllabus he had prepared in advance into everyone's hands. "I believe it will be useful to you, especially when your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not as reliable as I am."

In the end, every little wizard who flipped through the book in his hand bowed his head to thank Ivy, and he accepted it calmly. This was a victory for magic, a victory for the scholar's touch and the wizard's pen.

The first class this morning was a complete success. Not only did Ivy enjoy the desperate expressions on the faces of the little wizards, but he also slacked off for two hours without any effort. In the end, the students thanked him sincerely.

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"I can't say." Percy's expression was hesitant. "Professor Victor obviously attaches great importance to our OWLs results. I think he at least thinks that everyone should get an A (passing grade)."

"Come on, Prefect Weasley, you know that's not what we want to hear!" Fred and George called out Percy's favorite name. They knew their brother well enough to make this a fruitful negotiation. "Okay," Percy finally decided to reveal some private information to his two brothers, even though they would be able to see Ivy in the classroom in the afternoon. "He's very good at taking advantage of conflicts between the colleges. In the end, we had to cooperate with Slytherin to complete..."

"Cooperation?" "Or with Slytherin?"

George and Fred asked questions in no particular order, but Percy still knew how to answer: "Professor Victor is a much better professor than Professor Quirrell, but I don't think he is the kind of professor you like."

"Come on, Percy." "You talk like you know what kind of professors we like."

"Of course I know." Percy knew them as well as his two younger brothers knew him. "You like professors who don't follow the rules, like Professor Keltborn in Care of Magical Creatures, but you like professors who can have fun with you even more. Believe me, don't do anything out of line in Professor Victor's class. He's not an easy person to get along with."

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"He may not be an easy professor to get along with, but he's definitely the kind of professor we like!" This is what Fred and George said when they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

By using the Traceless Extension Charm, Ivy easily expanded the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom several times. George and Fred exclaimed in admiration after seeing the long platform in the middle of the classroom.

For the third-year course, Ivy actually had a very good reference. Remus Lupin in the original book has always been considered the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Harry has met in his seven years of school, and Rowling described the class situation in great detail.

However, Ivy was unwilling to spend time looking for some dark magic creatures as teaching materials, so facing the first to fourth grades who had no exam pressure, he chose to teach some practical offensive spells.

And confronting their rival academy is the fastest way to help these young wizards master spells.

As for whether this would deepen the already deep rift between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Ivy didn't care. He was not the headmaster of Hogwarts.

The third-year students stood on both sides of the long stage, surrounding Professor Ivy in the middle. Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

"The spells in 'Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense' are all very useful. It should at least teach you how to use the Spark Charm to send signals and the Smoke Screen Charm to cover your tracks before your third year." Ivy strolled on the platform, the hard heels of his deerskin boots making a "clacking" sound on the ground. "But as you can see, I plan to teach you the basics of dueling."

There was a small cheer from the crowd, but as Ivy looked away, the classroom soon became quiet again.

"Okay, who can tell me the rules we should follow in a duel?" Ivy asked the first question of the day.

Angelina Johnson bravely raised her arms: "First you bow? Then use magic to defeat your opponent?"

"That's basically right," Ivy commented. In fact, he himself couldn't remember these things because the dark wizards in the Forbidden Forest never gave him a fair chance to duel. Almost all the battles he experienced were one-on-many. "Maybe there are some other red tape, but using magic is indeed the most important point."

Ivy didn't give Angelina extra points. In fact, he wasn't going to give anyone extra points. It was not easy to get the approval of the most powerful dark wizard in the UK and even the world.

"Another thing you need to pay attention to is the conditions for determining victory or defeat. You need to disarm, stun, injure, defeat, or even kill your opponent, forcing him to be unable to use magic to threaten you again, thus ensuring that you have won the duel."

When the word "kill" was said, Ivy clearly saw the surprise on everyone's face, even the Slytherins who claimed to be pure-blood elites were no exception.

They were just students, and no one was mentally prepared to completely destroy their enemies.

So in Ivy's opinion, all the student conflicts in this magic school are just children playing house, even if they really have the ability to kill people and the impulse to take action.

But their purity is not enough, and their awareness is not enough.

"Don't worry, no one will die in my class. What I'm going to teach you today is just the first way to win." Ivy summoned a wooden dummy. The part representing the palm was a bumpy ball with a funny twig stuck in it.

Ivy took out his wand and said clearly: "Expelliarmus!"

The red light hit the dummy, causing it to fall backwards. The small branch representing the magic wand flew across the field and was easily caught by Ivy.

"Disarming Charm. This is your first lesson." Ivy looked around, and everyone stared at his actions with wide eyes. "Disarming Charm is of course a gentle spell. It only needs to hit the opponent to take away the weapon in his hand. But in addition to this, it can do more."

Ivy raised his wand again and said, "Expelliarmus!"

The red light once again crossed the long strip and hit the wooden dummy lying on the ground, but unlike last time, this time it was blown to pieces instead of falling to the ground.

Ivy began to explain his behavior: "As long as a skilled wizard wants to do so, even a cleaning spell can become an offensive spell, so until you can knock the opponent down with one blow, you'd better dodge every spell the opponent shoots at you, even if he says 'clean'."

"Cool!" the Weasley twins continued to whisper, "Does this prove that he is such a great wizard?"

"Mr. Weasley." As Ivy's voice and sight arrived one after another, the two brothers soon created a little distance between themselves and the others. "If you have any opinions, you might as well speak out loud for us to hear."

"No objections!" the Weasley brothers said in unison, "We just really want to start learning this spell!"

Ivy narrowed his eyes and expressed doubt about what the two said: "Really? Then let everyone see what you are capable of."

　Today it’s 4000, because the author has to go for acupuncture soon…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)