From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Just when Ron was enjoying his meal, a crying little fat boy knocked on the door of the compartment, then walked in and said, "Excuse me..."

He sniffed his nose: "I want to ask, has anyone seen my toad?"

The three people in the compartment shook their heads, and then he started crying again.

"If you see it, please let me know..." The crying little fat boy retreated.

Ron shrugged, then threw the last bit of Bibi Multi-Flavored Beans into his mouth, then frowned and burped loudly, smelling like cow dung.

"!——" Harry beside him held his breath, showing an indescribable expression.

"Fortunately it's dry cow dung, so it doesn't smell that bad." Ivy tried to comfort Ron.

Ron covered his mouth and nose with his hands, trying not to empty his stomach, and uttered two words with difficulty: "Stop talking..."

After Harry opened the window, he began to try to divert Ron's attention: "Ivy! Are you full now? Then let us see the power of ancient magic!"

Hearing him say this, Ron immediately felt energetic and stared at Ivy's next move.

Ivy took out his light silver wand and put on an unfathomable smile.

"Open your eyes..."

"Swish--" The door of the compartment opened again. The crying little fat boy appeared in front of the three again, but this time, he was accompanied by a little girl who had changed into school uniforms.

"Did anyone see a toad? Neville lost a toad..." She said, and her arrogant tone disappeared after seeing Ivy's face clearly, and even gradually became inaudible.

It seems that having a handsome face can get preferential treatment no matter where you are.

"We didn't see it..." Ron was interrupted before he finished speaking.

The girl with thick brown hair and a pair of big front teeth sat down next to Ivy, stared at the wand in his hand and said, "Are you casting magic? Let us open our eyes!"

"Ahem--" Ivy cleared her throat, "Open your eyes... Don't be distracted!"

The light silver wand drew an elegant trajectory in the air, and finally touched the air. Bright spots flew out from the tip of the wand and filled the entire compartment in the blink of an eye.

"... Did it work?" the girl asked.

"Look! Your hair..." Harry pointed at the girl's hair and shouted.

Those thick hairs were floating in the air like jellyfish. The girl screamed and stretched out her hand to try to smooth it.

What she didn't expect was that her action actually accelerated the process of the hair moving away from each other.

"Is it static electricity?" She was smarter than her peers and quickly guessed what was going on.

"Wow--" Ron wanted to stand up from his seat, but he bounced up and hit his head directly on the ceiling.

"It's flying! It's amazing!" Harry also left his seat, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

A fat mouse floated out of Ron's bulging pocket, and was waving its limbs in panic, trying to find a place to land!

The only person who was not affected was the little fat man at the door, but the tears on his face that had not yet dried seemed to be affected by magic, and now gathered together and floated in the air.

"You eliminated the gravity in this compartment!" The brown-haired girl asked loudly while trying to press the hem of her pleated skirt, "What kind of magic is this?"

"Ivy is an ancient magician who lived to be 144 years old!" Ron answered for him, "This is an ancient magic that is quite difficult to control!"

"Ancient magic?" The girl's tone sounded quite skeptical, "I memorized all the textbooks, and also found many other books introducing the magic world for reference, but they didn't mention this word!"

"That proves that you still read too few books!" Ron was very proud, as if this magic to eliminate gravity was released by himself.

"Hmph~" The girl obviously sneered, and then twisted her body awkwardly in the air, "Sorry... Can you end this magic? It's too awkward to chat like this!"

"Of course." Ivy snapped his fingers, and all the floating people and objects fell from the air.

Harry and Ron collided into a ball, and the brown-haired girl also fell to the ground in a very indecent posture.

"Scabbers!" Ron shouted, then he pushed Harry away, reached under his butt and fumbled for a while, and pulled out a fat rat.

Ron held it in his palm and studied it carefully, then said: "Thank God, you're okay!"

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Taking this opportunity, the brown-haired girl got up from the floor and began to introduce herself: "What a great magic, I never thought magic could be used like this - I'm Hermione Granger, he's Neville Longbottom, what are your names?"

"Ivy Doom."

"My name is Harry Potter," Harry looked back at Ron, his attention was still on the fat rat, so Harry had to help introduce him, "The red-haired one is Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter?" Hermione asked with interest, "Although none of the books I bought contain any content about 'ancient magic', they all mentioned you."

Although he was still not used to his fame, Harry tried his best to remain calm: "That's no big deal..."

He regretted it after he finished speaking. To him, it sounded like bragging.

"Well... do you know which house you will be sorted into?" Hermione changed the subject again. "It is said that Gryffindor is the best. After all, Dumbledore himself graduated from there. I think Ravenclaw is not bad either."

"Our whole family is Gryffindor. If I were sorted into other houses, I'm afraid Fred and George would laugh at me for the rest of my life." Ron stuffed the fat rat back into his pocket and took over the conversation.

"But if I were sorted into Slytherin..." Ron shuddered, "That's where the mysterious man stayed!"

"Are there any differences between the four houses?" Harry asked. Although he bought a book "Hogwarts, A History" on Ivy's recommendation, reading is really against the nature of an eleven-year-old child, so he just flipped through two pages and threw it aside.

Ivy briefly introduced the four major colleges: "They represent the characteristics most admired by the four founders of Hogwarts. Gryffindor's bravery, Ravenclaw's wisdom, Hufflepuff's loyalty, and..."

"Slytherin's bloodline."

Standing by the door was the young master of the Malfoy family and his two followers.