From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"You're breaking the rules!" Malfoy screamed, holding his nose, and even tears flowed down his face due to the sore nose.

Goyle and Crabbe, who were standing on the left and right sides of the stage, saw this scene and rushed over to help, grabbing Harry's neck and about to beat him. Ron on the other side was not to be outdone and rushed up with him.

In the blink of an eye, several little wizards rolled into a ball.

Ivy quickly waved his wand and let the carpet under everyone pull them apart.

Although it was only a few seconds of entanglement, several people were already injured.

Ron's mouth corner was broken and bleeding at this time; Harry's glasses legs were completely scrapped, leaving deep marks on his face, and Goyle and Crabbe were on each side, each with a dark eye circle.

Hermione was completely stunned. She didn't expect that this group of boys would do such a thing in such a formal venue. Even Ivy, who always looked serious, actually participated in it and provided various objective assistance for their fight.

"How dare you hit me! Potter!" Malfoy looked quite exasperated, "Not even my dad! Just wait! My dad is the school director of Hogwarts, I will tell him everything about this! Just wait to be expelled!"

"Completely?" Ron retorted, "Do you really mean what you say?"

Malfoy hesitated, because today's incident was caused by him, but this did not mean that he would back down. He changed the subject in time: "Sentence them to lose, Ivy! I said it at dinner! Only use the wand!"

Harry and Ron on the other side immediately looked at Ivy, no doubt hoping that he would favor his friend in this matter.

Ivy sighed and looked at Malfoy: "Do you really want to tell everyone tomorrow: 'I beat Harry Potter in a wizard duel! Because he punched me in the nose!' Huh?"

Sure enough, Malfoy hesitated, it sounded too low.

"Although Harry did foul and should be judged as losing," Ivy decided to mediate, "but I believe you are not satisfied with this result."

Both nodded. Harry certainly would not be willing to admit defeat, and Malfoy's victory was not glorious, which was contrary to his original intention.

"So," Ivy cast a spell to restore the platform under them to the ground, "I suggest you fight again another day. Especially after you have mastered more spells."

The two opponents glared at each other and reluctantly nodded to agree with Ivy's proposal.

"Great." Ivy clapped his hands, "Now, to show reconciliation, let's shake hands!"

Both frowned in disgust, and the two hands just touched each other slightly and then separated immediately, but Ivy watched everything with interest.

"Okay, okay! Now, let's get treated. You go first, Ron." Ivy raised her wand again, pointed at the corner of Ron's mouth that was still bleeding, and chanted a spell, "Heal quickly."

"It doesn't hurt at all! Thank you, Ivy." Ron touched the corner of his mouth and grinned.

Then Ivy repaired Harry's glasses, fixed Goyle and Crabbe's black eyes, and cleared the snot on Malfoy's collar.

"I think today's night tour is a complete success." Ivy nodded with satisfaction, "Do you all know the way back? It's time to go to bed. It's just in time, I still have to release Filch and Peeves from the ice."

Hearing him say this, the growing wizards yawned one after another. This day was too fulfilling for everyone.

After returning to the common room, Ron slumped in a soft armchair and exclaimed sincerely: "Today was really great! Right, Harry?"

Harry nodded. It was hard for him to disagree, especially since he was recommended by Professor McGonagall to join the Quidditch team.

Ron continued to review everything that happened that night: "The three-headed dog, Ivy's magic, and most importantly, you punched Malfoy hard! I would rather live today again."

"Live it again?" Hermione, who had already walked up the stairs, heard him say this and ran over with her arms folded like an angry goose. "We broke so many school rules, and you want to do it again? Today we were just lucky, with Ivy's help, so we were able to avoid punishment and even escaped from the three-headed dog's mouth!"

"But you don't learn from it, but are proud of it. You actually want to do it again?" Hermione Her face flushed with anger. She hated people who ignored the rules the most. "Maybe I should tell Professor McGonagall about this and let her deduct a few points from you!"

"Come on! No one asked for your opinion!" Ron rolled his eyes, but soon became uneasy again, "...You are not really going to tell Professor McGonagall?"

"I'm not that stupid!" Hermione screamed, "Keep going like this! Sooner or later, you will fall hard on this, and Ivy won't jump out to rescue you at any time!"

Hermione got angry and went upstairs, leaving Harry and the other two looking at each other.

In the Slytherin common room on the other side, Malfoy kept talking about what kind of vicious black magic he would use to defeat Harry in the next duel.

So when he saw the lights suddenly lit up in the common room, he was obviously startled.

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

"Draco? Are you okay? How about the duel?" It is the black -haired Pasci Parkinson. This girl always switches around Malfoy, but the latter's mind is not at all, and her head is full of " Harry Potter.

Malfoy was obviously choked because he hadn't figured out how to tell Slytherin's students about dueling. You can't really tell them as Ivy said, because Porter hit my nose punch, so I won?

"Oh, Pansy." Malfoy laughed on his face. "This seems to have little to do with you ..."

Panxi blushed, she hurried: "I ... I just care ... Slytherin's honor, after all, I am also a member of Slytherin."

"Okay." Malfoy nodded like a look. "Then I can only say that Porter will not become our troubles in the future."

"He was fired?" Panxi's voice was full of surprises, and immediately she complained about Malfoy again, "I know you can do it ..."

"What? Of course not!" Malfoy interrupted her words, "Why do you think so?"

Pansy did not expect that Malfoy's response was so big, obviously stunned.

Malfo pretended to be yawned and said in a tired voice: "I'm tired, Pansy. If you don't mind, now I am going back to bed."

"Dang ... of course." Panxi said.

So she watched Malfoy on the stairs with two darts.