From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"Harry Potter!"

It was Professor McGonagall's voice. She rushed out of the castle, shouting Harry's name.

All the voices cheering for Harry stopped like a chicken being strangled.

Everyone saw Harry standing there trembling. Some Slytherin students even laughed softly.

But Professor McGonagall's eyes, like a blade, swept across the crowd, and no one dared to speak.

"I've been in Hogwarts for so many years - never -" The shock in Professor McGonagall's voice was far greater than anger, "-how dare you - you'll break your neck -"

Then Professor McGonagall stopped all the Gryffindors from trying to defend Harry and took him to the castle.

"Ha!" Malfoy laughed, "I guess he must say goodbye to Hogwarts!"

Ron couldn't stand Malfoy's complacency anymore, and rushed up with a roar. Fortunately, Madam Hooch came back from the castle, deducted five points from each of the people who were fighting, and then announced the end of the farce.

For the rest of the day, Malfoy would discuss this incident wherever Slytherins were, as if he had kicked Harry out of Hogwarts himself.

At dinner, at the Slytherin table, everyone who had heard Malfoy's boasting saw Harry appear at the Gryffindor table.

"It seems that your self-righteous trick didn't work. I thought you would challenge a duel." Cassandra commented on Malfoy's prank contemptuously, "Except for the few points deducted when you and Weasley rolled on the ground, Gryffindor didn't even change this day."

"What do you mean?" Malfoy almost gritted his teeth.

"What do you mean?" Cassandra put a piece of steak into her mouth elegantly, chewed it for a long time, and wiped her mouth after swallowing it completely. Then she continued, "Pushing your enemies further away does not mean you can get closer to Ivy. I thought you understood this."

"Now it seems that I overestimated you and your family education." Cassandra confirmed that her two little sisters had also finished their meals, and left with them without looking back.

"Don't listen to her." Blaise Zabini stuffed a piece of bread covered with meat sauce into his mouth and said to Malfoy nonchalantly, "Chew, we have done well. At least we didn't fall off the broom and didn't lose points for Slytherin. Chew, maybe when I get to the second year, I will consider joining the Quidditch team. Chew, you know, being a seeker or something."

It seems that jointly violating discipline will indeed bring students closer together. Before this, Blaise Zabini would not chat with Malfoy so relaxedly.

"Just wait and see, I will definitely get Potter expelled." Malfoy stared at Harry and Ron who were laughing and chatting at the Gryffindor table with annoyance, "and that poor Weasley."

"Potter is indeed a much better flyer than expected." Theodore Nott, who almost ran away, also came over, "Otherwise we will definitely break one or two bones for him."

"Oh, of course." Malfoy said absent-mindedly, "Crabbe! And Goyle!"

He called his two "good friends" who were still filling their mouths.

"We have new things to do." The two "good friends" who were equally matched stood up with food and followed Malfoy. When they arrived at the Gryffindor table, Crabbe and Goyle not only swallowed the food in their mouths, but also the food in their hands disappeared.

"Are you having your last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to the Muggles?"

Harry and Ron looked at Malfoy with a sullen face.

"Found your little friend again? I hope they won't leave you somewhere again." Harry stared at Malfoy's eyes, as if he was treating his mortal enemy.

"Humph." Malfoy snorted, not to be outdone, "I'm willing to fight you alone at any time, if you don't mind, tonight. A duel between wizards. Only use wands - no contact."

Malfoy seemed to see Harry's hesitation, and then added: "Why? I guess you, who is almost a Muggle, haven't heard of wizard duels?"

"Of course he has heard of it." Ron, who failed to punch Malfoy a few times on the playground, has been waiting for this opportunity. "I'm his assistant, who is your assistant?"

Malfoy weighed the tonnage of the two partners behind him, and finally chose the one with a larger cross-section.

"Crabbe," Malfoy said, "12 o'clock midnight, in the trophy display room on the fourth floor, how about we meet there? As far as I know, that place is never locked."

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At 11:30 pm, Ivy finished his routine daily task of gaining experience in the Potions classroom.

Because of the opposition of Snape, the old-fashioned, he could not use the Hand of the Mage to gain experience today. Ivy maliciously speculated that Snape did not have enough materials for teaching.

Due to Snape's almost aria-like venom attack, Ivy could not help but retort a few times.

Snape, who was angry, chose the latter between deducting points and asking Ivy to get out as soon as possible.

In this way, the seven consecutive championships of the Slytherin House Cup are also very important to him as the dean.

Found another handle to use to control others.

For this reason, Ivy strolled in the castle happily and returned to the Slytherin common room humming a song.

No mistakes, just read it in the 6-9 book bar!

But before he could say the password, the door of the common room opened automatically.

Standing in front of him were Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy." Ivy said cheerfully, "You haven't gone to bed yet so late? Oh, I remember. There's a duel waiting for you."

"Oh, oh. That's right." Malfoy didn't expect Ivy to speak to him in this tone, but it made him more determined.

In fact, Malfoy had planned to tell Filch that there was a student union strolling in the trophy display room at night, and in fact he did so.

However, considering Cassandra's arrogant tone, Malfoy has been a little uneasy. This girl has been against him since she entered school, and she doesn't consider the unity of Slytherin at all.

But what really made Malfoy determined to keep the appointment was not Cassandra's ridicule.

But Ivy in front of him.

The duel after the opening dinner was so cool.

Malfoy always thought so. Why can't I be the one standing in the middle of the field and receiving everyone's awe?

Ivy is a first-year wizard, and so am I.

It doesn't make sense that if he can do it, I can't?

Although he never said this to others, he did think so.

So he got excited and called Goyle and Crabbe, who were snoring loudly, and slipped out of the Slytherin common room.