From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Albus! You are encouraging them to break the school rules!" Professor McGonagall's face was livid. She didn't expect Dumbledore to give her such a good show.

Listening to the cheers of the students in the hall, Dumbledore happily persuaded Professor McGonagall with a twisted logic: "As long as the professors strengthen patrols, the students will have nowhere to escape. At that time, they will understand that school rules are not a joke."

Fishing enforcement.

Ivy could only think of these words in his mind.

The Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised had been taken away by him in advance. He would not go through the levels arranged by the professors again for a mere 200 points.

Not to mention that there is a troll that has long died there. So much time has passed, and it is summer now. Ivy dare not imagine what it smells like inside.

"Professor Victor." Professor McGonagall seemed to be persuaded by Dumbledore, "I would like to trouble you to conduct a final night patrol before leaving Hogwarts. How about the time on Thursday night?"

"Okay." Ivy nodded.

"Great." Professor McGonagall looked relieved. "I will arrange two professors to patrol at the same time. We must not let any daring guy go. By the way, Professor Victor, I will apply to the board of directors for your professor's allowance and performance bonus as soon as possible. We all see your efforts."

"Performance bonus?" Avicii said. He had never heard of this term before.

"It's about O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T. exams. This class of students will definitely have great results in Defense Against the Dark Arts. This is mainly due to your unique teaching method." Professor McGonagall smiled at him.

"One minute in office, sixty seconds of good work." Ivy said nonchalantly. Since he had the Philosopher's Stone, which could produce 10,000 gold coins a day, he didn't care much about the salary of Hogwarts professors. "I just tried to fulfill my responsibilities."

So after a few days of day and night magic research, Ivy received a letter from Professor McGonagall in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office. A small bag of gold galleons was attached to the letter. Although it didn't weigh much in his hand, when Ivy opened it, he found that it was a pocket with a traceless extension spell. As for the weight, it should have been reduced by other spells.

There were quite a lot of gold galleons in the pocket. Ivy calculated it roughly, which was equivalent to spending two hours on making the Philosopher's Stone.

The salary level of Hogwarts faculty and staff is obviously linked to their teaching level. Trelawney, who is not very good, certainly doesn't get as much as the four deans in a week. And the salary of the four deans is definitely not as high as the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Who said Defense Against the Dark Arts is the most dangerous position in Hogwarts? Since Voldemort wanted it, no professor who has stayed in this position for more than one year. If Dumbledore hadn't been willing to pay a higher salary for this position, I'm afraid no one would dare to apply for it.

Not to mention that Ivy also received a bonus for the outstanding performance of fifth-year and seventh-year students in O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T. exams.

Ivy opened Professor McGonagall's letter, which first thanked him for his efforts in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, then expressed his regret for not being able to work with him in the next school year, and finally reminded Ivy that today was Thursday, and it was his turn to patrol the night.

After reading this, what else could Ivy say? He had to use the summons to summon the house elves in the kitchen to prepare a delicious meal for him, then went to the faculty bathroom to take a refreshing bath, and then began to wander around the school aimlessly.

Professor McGonagall knew what stupid things her students would do, so on the night when Dumbledore announced that students could go to the fourth floor to challenge, she turned into a tabby cat and waited in the corridor.

On Saturday, when Ivy passed the hourglass at the entrance of the auditorium, she was surprised to find that the gems in the hourglasses of the four colleges had decreased to varying degrees. It seems that Professor McGonagall has gained a lot.

On Saturday night, it was Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick. One of them was a master of Legilimency and the other was a duel champion. Their acumen was far beyond that of the little wizards who were still studying in school, so they also captured a large number of little wizards who wanted to see the world.

The night patrol on Sunday was Professor Sprout and Professor Sinistra of Astronomy. Although Professor Sprout was a good-talking character, Professor Sinistra, who always taught at night, was an out-and-out night owl. Perhaps she regarded arresting students as a morning exercise.

After many twists and turns, it was finally Thursday. It was Ivy's turn as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but the school suddenly calmed down.

After several days of cat-and-mouse games, the little wizards in the school more or less understood that it was impossible to break through the professors' serious defenses. Therefore, Ivy, who had just received a salary from Professor McGonagall, was ready to work hard, but he didn't even see a little wizard who was out at night.

However, this may also be because the last Quidditch game had just ended.

With the efforts of Harry and Professor McGonagall's Nimbus 2000, Gryffindor undoubtedly won a big victory, but in the blink of an eye, the Slytherin Quidditch team stood on the podium.

Because the end of the last Quidditch game also means that the school will award the Quidditch Cup to the team with the highest points in the double round-robin schedule.

As the coach of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Ivy was of course invited to attend the award ceremony. But he thought that it was obviously not suitable for him to stand on the wooden platform and smile foolishly while holding the trophy, so he asked Lucius' son, who sponsored 7 Nimbus 2001s, to attend instead of him.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Although Gryffindor did not win the Quidditch Cup, cheering for their team and then holding a celebration in the common room was also a very physically demanding thing, so these troublemakers collectively fell on the soft beds in the Gryffindor Tower and did not get up to move.

"Meow--" Ivy heard a hoarse cat cry. It was the cat raised by Filch, the castle manager. This skinny cat and his owner were Ivy's night patrol partners today.

"Professor Victor!" Old Filch hunched over and ran out from the shadow of the stairs to talk. "It's you! I thought it was some blind little troublemaker. How about it, did you meet those little bad guys who were wandering around at night?"

Ivy shook her head.

"Of course, of course!" Filch laughed, revealing an ugly yellow tooth. "You are a powerful wizard, how dare they run out and wander around in front of you? In my opinion, today is undoubtedly a quiet night."