From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

For Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ivy only attended one class in the first week of school, and found that Professor Quirrell was just reading the textbook verbatim, just like in the original novel.

This disappointed Ivy, who had hoped that Voldemort would express some insights on dark magic, and he never attended a Defense Against the Dark Arts class again.

As for other courses for first-year wizards.

Because when Ivy was studying at Hogwarts, he was directly a fifth-year student. Not only did he have to face the final O.W.L.s exams, but he also had to deal with Lanlock, who led the goblin rebellion. So he could only learn through abnormal means, and the magic courses from the first to the fourth grade were all things he had never touched.

Besides, there were classmates and teachers who spoke well in the class. Just for these interesting guys, Ivy couldn't miss the magic course.

As for Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts, since wizards in this position were destined to be consumables, it meant that Ivy didn't have to deliberately maintain a relationship with him. Anyway, he will be GG in less than a year, and Ivy will welcome another professor.

Therefore, Ivy has no intention of pretending to be with him.

As for Voldemort who stays under Quirrell's turban?

He is just a junior on the road of dark magic, not to mention that he has no body now, just a steam and a shadow.

Professor Quirrell on the stairwell on the fourth floor had his eyes almost popped out after hearing Ivy's bold speech: "I... I, I'm sorry you think so... but if... you have any other ideas about Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"No. Thank you." Ivy interrupted him impatiently, and his eyes swept over Quirrell's head and looked at the corridor behind him. At the end of this corridor is the room where the Philosopher's Stone is stored, but the Philosopher's Stone is not there now.

Quirrell took a deep breath and exhaled more garlic-smelling gas.

Ivy showed a disgusted expression and cast a bubble head curse on himself.

Quirrell was obviously broken by Ivy's operation. He stared and said, "I hope that Professor Snape also knows that you skipped the Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Of course." In fact, Ivy didn't know whether Snape knew about this, but this didn't prevent Ivy from digging a hole for him. "I'm studying defense with Professor Snape. You don't have to worry about this, Quirrell-Professor."

"I'm still in a hurry to go to the library. If you have any other questions, go to Professor Snape." Ivy decided to end this meaningless conversation.

"Wait!" Just as Ivy turned to leave, Quirrell stopped him. This time, his voice was no longer trembling and stuttering, but with obvious anger, "Mr. Doom, I have no intention of commenting on Snape's teaching ability, but you should at least know that I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Ivy raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you can speak properly. I thought you have always been a stutterer, Professor Quirrell."

"I just don't want you to go astray, Mr. Doom." Quirrell put on a proud smile on his face, "Maybe Snape will teach you some interesting 'tricks' in the basement, but you will soon understand who is truly worthy of respect..."

"Maybe... Dumbledore?" Ivy understood who it was I was talking to him, so I deliberately provoked him, "He is a recognized master of magic and the most powerful wizard of the 20th century."

Quirrell's face became a little gloomy, but he soon laughed again: "I understand what you mean, Mr. Doom. But Dumbledore will not live forever."

Quirrell took out a note from his body, wrote on it quickly, and then handed the finished product to Ivy: "Take it, Mr. Doom. I believe you will find more interesting things in the restricted area of ​​the library. Maybe at that time, we can discuss the true secrets of magic again."

When Ivy came to the library with the access permit to the restricted area, he didn't understand what Professor Quirrell or Voldemort was going to do.

Why did this person still spit in his face?

I provoked you like that, but not only did we not fight, but he also forced me to give me a note from the restricted area?

So what did Voldemort misunderstand?

Was it because he made a Horcrux that made him stupid?

Ivy decided not to care about what a person with a dull mind was thinking.

Anyway, now that I have the note from the restricted section, I would be sorry if I don't go for a walk.

Scholar's Touch, activate!

When Ivy, who had used up all his first-level spell slots, walked out of the restricted section with a sense of unfulfilled desire, he found Harry and Ron scratching their heads on chairs in the library.

It has been a while since I saw them since the duel that night. I guess their homework has made great progress, right?

"It's Ivy!" Ron nudged Harry with his elbow, "If he is willing to lend us his homework, we can go back earlier to see the broom."

Hearing the word "broom", Harry's originally anxious face instantly showed a little more expectation. He turned his head and stared at Ivy.

"I seem to have heard the word 'broom'?" Ivy was very interested in seeing the flying brooms of the new century, especially the high-end products of the Nimbus Company.

As a means of transportation for wizards, flying brooms have undergone many technological changes.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

More than a hundred years ago, flying brooms were all customized and were similar to magic wands. However, due to the much more complicated technology, even the efficiency of skilled broom makers would not be too high.

Therefore, a good flying broom is usually very expensive and hard to come by.

This is why Ivy's Moon Dream is regarded as an antique with extremely high collection value by Mrs. Hooch.

In the new century, the most important innovation of flying brooms is assembly line production. Comet Company and Sweep Company hired many wizards and witches to cooperate on the assembly line, and each person was only responsible for the production process of one process.

This not only greatly increased the production of flying brooms, but also increased confidentiality.

Until the emergence of the Nimbus Company, Sweep and Comet have always been the most dazzling brands on the market.

There are no brooms produced by Nimbus Company in Hogwarts Castle, except for the one placed in the Gryffindor dormitory.

Ivy really wants to know what the structure of the flying brooms of the new era is, especially the "braking spell" that Nimbus Company has an exclusive patent for.

Maybe we can use that research to find other flying props, such as flying swords or flying skateboards?

Ron and Harry looked at each other, and then Harry said quickly and quietly: "If you can give me your homework for reference..."

Before he finished speaking, Ivy's homework was thrown on the table.