From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 99 Blood on the Ground

"Remember the previous spell, Mr. Weasley?" Ivy asked condescendingly in a polite yet cold tone.

"Remember..." The Weasley who spoke first was pushed by his brother, who added polite words for him, "We remember, Professor Victor."

"Repeat that?" Ivy had no doubt about it. "Expelliarmus" wasn't a difficult sentence to pronounce.

"Ex...Expelliarmus." The two brothers swallowed and said in unison.

"Smart." Ivy waved at them, "Come up and let us see if your intelligence and eagerness to learn can help you cast a spell successfully."

The two brothers swallowed their saliva, climbed up onto the long platform in the middle of the classroom one after another, and stood at both ends.

"It's certainly good to have a goal to practice spells, which is why I asked you to take the class together. Pay attention to my gestures and the angle of the wand waving. This is very necessary for beginners, especially the two Mr. Weasleys." Before officially starting, Ivy explained and demonstrated the other components of the Disarming Spell.

That was the content in the standard textbooks. Ivy believed that they were mainly used to help young wizards strengthen their psychological suggestion. After all, wizards' magic was mainly driven by faith and emotion. A learning process could certainly help young wizards strengthen their self-confidence. But for a true magic master, spells and wands were unnecessary.

After the Weasley twins indicated they were ready, Ivy turned and left the stage from the side, stepping into empty air.

Just as the students watching exclaimed and wanted to reach out to catch him, they saw Ivy standing in the air.

Both the little Slytherin snake and the little Gryffindor lion held their breath and stared, fearing that Ivy would fall from the sky if they took a breath.

Alia Spinnet was a bold and curious girl. She even reached out and felt under Ivy's moccasins: "...only air...Professor Victor, how did you do it?"

"I think the two Mr. Weasleys who are going to demonstrate the Disarming Spell to us should be your focus." Ivy ignored the surprised little wizard and turned to the Weasley brothers who looked a little nervous and said, "When I count to three, you will cast the Disarming Spell on each other. Do you understand?"

"We understand." Both of them raised their wands, and one of them touched his chest awkwardly.

Seeing the Weasley twins raising their wands, Ivy suddenly became confused: "What did you put in your chest?"

"It's just a candy, professor." The guy, who was either George or Fred, looked calm, but Ivy's suspicion became stronger.

"Bring it here," Ivy ordered.

Weasley hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a round, bright red ball from his chest pocket. It looked like a piece of fruit candy.

Ivy cast a Mage's Hand and took the orb from him.

As a 0-level trick, the palm created by the Mage's Hand should be a ghostly light blue palm, but with the blessing of Ivy's telekinesis expertise, it can also be completely invisible.

Therefore, in the students' view, the ball in Weasley's hand was floating up out of thin air. Compared with Ivy standing in the air, this silent levitation spell was much easier to accept.

Ivy manipulated the wizard's hand and gently squeezed it. The red ball immediately exploded, splashing a lot of red liquid onto the ground below, making it look like blood was flowing all over the ground.

Everyone understood that this was a prank prop, used to fake the effect of injury and bleeding. "What's your explanation for this, Mr. Weasley?" Ivy asked softly.

"Believe me, Professor Victor. This was just an accident..." There was no other adjective to describe the expressions on their faces except sincerity.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." But Ivy didn't buy it.

"Professor?" A Weasley cried out, his eyes wide open, the very definition of innocence, "We really just took the wrong one!"

"Maybe I should deduct another 10 points from Gryffindor?" Ivy was unmoved.

"Alright, George! Let's start practicing magic!" Another Weasley decided to return to the classroom, and his innocent brother followed closely behind.

"Come here the little ball." To be on the safe side, Ivy cast a flying spell. To his surprise, the Weasley brothers were not the only ones carrying the red balls. Almost every Gryffindor boy had one.

It seems that they not only found out that there would be sparring sessions in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but also found out that Ivy liked them to work with Slytherin students.

Ivy threw all the red balls on the ground and said grimly, "Ten points deducted from Gryffindor."

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"You don't look well. Is everything going well in class, Professor Victor?" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at the dean's desk, looked at Ivy's livid face and asked.

"I can assure you that it will not be as smooth as you think, Minerva." Professor Snape, who had never spoken to Ivy before, suddenly interrupted. Perhaps because of his desire for the title of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, his voice did not sound very friendly. "Let a group of empty-headed students practice in the classroom? You are making things difficult for yourself, Professor Victor."

"I think I understand this now." Ivy rubbed his temple.

Although he expected the students to cause some trouble, he didn't expect that the first-year students, who had the weakest foundation in spells, would be the ones to cause more destructive power.

A first-year Gryffindor named Seamus Finnigan even blew down a wall while practicing the Repulsion Charm, and Ivy had no idea how he did it.

If Ivy hadn't just asked them to review the spells they had learned before, some unlucky little wizard might have ended up lying in the school hospital.

"By the way, Professor McGonagall, Gryffindor lost 20 points this afternoon." Ivy put a steak on his plate and said to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall frowned and asked, "What's going on? Ah...it must be the Weasley twins. You have a third-year class this afternoon. Tell me, what kind of prank have they played?"

“They had little balls on their chests that splashed bright red liquid,” Ivy explained, “and I was trying to have them spar with each other.”

"I hope you stopped them." Professor McGonagall's brows were furrowed, and even the delicious apple pie couldn't relax her.

"Fortunately I stopped them." Ivy shook his head and didn't continue the topic.

(End of this chapter)