From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Hogwarts.

A well-known and famous magic school.

If you ask about its popularity among Muggles, I believe that at least eleven out of ten people will be convinced that it is the best magic school.

It has to be said that it is the perfect ivory tower that many people dream of.

Although compared with the education system of Muggles, it is at most a magic technical secondary school or a magic vocational high school, you can't deny its contribution to the magic world, especially the British magic world.

It almost supplies all the staff for that bloated and slow organization - I am talking about the Ministry of Magic (otherwise, which other organization deserves those adjectives like it?).

It is precisely because of this that you will not see the British Ministry of Magic, like the British political arena, using the university of origin as the basis for civil servants to confirm each other's mountain, Cambridge and Oxford despise each other, and then squeeze out King's College together.

At least the civil servants in the British Ministry of Magic are all alumni of the same school.

But there is a saying that there is no faction in the party, and there are all kinds of strange things.

Birds of a feather flock together. It is more magical than magic if people who gather together do not create factions to distinguish each other! Besides, these wizards who wave sticks and keep talking nonsense are also human beings. At least there is no reproductive isolation between them and Muggles, so no matter how much some people deny it, they belong to the scope of the word "human beings".

So how do civil servants who work in the Ministry of Magic and cannot use the school they come from to distinguish their factions divide their factions?

Bloodline and origin.

It is a very primitive division.

Pureblood faction, half-blood faction and Muggle faction.

But the boring and complicated entanglements between them are not worth even a little bit of writing!

So let's put aside these political disturbances and return to Hogwarts.

It was the summer of 1991. Like all schools, Hogwarts was in summer vacation. This lively and vibrant school was quietly napping in the hot July sun. There were still two months before the new students were to be welcomed. This ancient castle needed rest just like the professors in it.

Especially the old wizard who was old and had gray hair and beard.

"Hmm..." Albus Dumbledore smacked his lips with satisfaction. The new product launched by Honeydukes to celebrate the 11th anniversary of the fall of You-Know-Who was very much in line with his taste, so after dealing with the annoying letters from the Ministry of Magic, he would have some as a reward for himself.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore sighed with satisfaction, fully enjoying the sweet feeling of the sugar juice flowing between his teeth, "A perfect day must start with candy, right? Fawkes?"

Fawkes the phoenix stood on his shelf, responded with a soft chirp, and then stretched out his gorgeous tail feathers. Now is its heyday, but it will soon usher in this twilight. But for a phoenix that can be reborn from the ashes, death is no big deal, right?

After admiring Fawkes's golden tail, Dumbledore put another moving candy into his mouth, enjoying the collision between the insect-like candy and his teeth, and finally squeezed out the sugar juice in its stomach with his teeth.

"Sharing candy with colleagues may be a good strategy... maybe Minerva can appreciate its charm?" Dumbledore swallowed the crumbs of candy and muttered to himself uncertainly.

But just as he got up to look for his colleagues, the oak door of the headmaster's office was knocked.

From the sound, the person knocking on the door was very anxious.

"Come in!" Dumbledore sat back in the cushioned chair, and his wise eyes looked at the sudden visitor from under the half-moon lenses.

A dark shadow pushed the door open - Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, the professor of potions, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and also a notorious Death Eater.

"Dumbledore." Snape moved his lips, eagerly and lowly, "We need to talk."

Dumbledore stared at his eyes for a while, and was disappointed to find that Snape didn't pay any attention to the candy on his table, so he had to give up his desire to share, and said calmly: "Now is a rare holiday, you and I have plenty of time..."

Then he waved his hand, and a cushioned chair moved him to the opposite side of the desk.

"Please sit down."

Snape looked down at the wooden chair decorated with intricate patterns, stepped aside to make way for it, and said firmly: "Not here."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise: "If you want to take a walk, I happen to know a good place..."

But before he finished his suggestion, Snape couldn't wait to interrupt: "There is a discovery in the basement of the castle that you must know."

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"I have been in this castle for almost a century, but I have never heard of such a place." Dumbledore looked around the vast room in front of him. They passed through a winding tunnel and came to the bottom of the castle.

At the end of the marble stairs was a magnificent and empty circular hall. There were four hall-like structures on the wall facing the stairs, but there was nothing worth noting except the reflective wall.

The room seemed to be embedded in the mountain. I don't know which skilled craftsman carved it out of the mountain. The stone pillars decorated with gold lines connected the ceiling and the ground. They were integrated and indistinguishable. There was a circular area in the center of the colorful floor tiles. The spotless ground was like a mirror, reflecting two figures in long robes, one gray and one black.

"That's Hogwarts! I've never observed it from this angle!" Dumbledore's voice was full of surprise. He saw the bird's-eye view of Hogwarts from the floor. "How did you find this place? Severus?"

"That's not important." Snape said with gritted teeth. He pulled out his wand and tapped it in the air. Ripples appeared on the ground, and the bird's-eye view of Hogwarts disappeared from above.

"Pay attention." Snape reminded, trying to keep his ears from hearing Dumbledore's disappointed nasal voice, but he failed as expected. He didn't understand what was so good about this place full of idiots and fools.

When the ripples on the floor calmed down, a new picture appeared on it.

It was a child sealed in crystal.

His messy black hair makes his fair skin look even brighter. Although he looks young, one can foresee a future in which he will be a playboy.