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Chapter 52 - Chapter 52: The New Member of Slytherin's Quidditch Team

Perhaps Slytherin's crushing defeat made Snape feel embarrassed, so the next morning, he announced in front of all the Slytherins that Ivy would be joining the Quidditch team.

There was no cheering, no clapping.

The students in the Slytherin common room all gasped in unison and turned to look at Ivy.

Ivy, accustomed to such attention, remained calm and greeted them with a casual bow.

Clap, clap, clap...

Cassandra was the first to applaud. Slowly, the others in the common room followed suit, although their applause lacked enthusiasm.

"Mr. Flint," Snape called out, standing on the steps, "you and your team will decide Ivy's position in the team and report back to me before the next match."

After Flint nodded, Snape waved his sleeve, saying, "Gentlemen and ladies, you may go to your meals." Then, he left the common room.

But even after Snape had left, the crowd in the common room did not disperse.

Gemma Farley, the girl prefect, stepped forward and stood at the top of the stairs.

"Mr. Doom," she called Ivy's name, "Do you remember what you said that day?"

Ivy didn't understand which words she was referring to, so he didn't respond.

"The strong make the rules, and the weak follow them," Gemma continued. "We are all waiting for your rules."

"A duel was enough to make you all submit?" Ivy casually scratched his nails. "I thought you'd have a bit more spine."

The Slytherin common room fell into stunned silence. It seemed no one had expected Ivy to respond like that.

After two generations of Dark Lords' ravaging, the remaining wizard supremacists and purebloods in the magical world were merely a dying breed.

They had neither the impulse to sacrifice themselves for an ideal nor the desire for ultimate power. They were just a group of pathetic souls united by slogans, thinking only of petty gains.

Though these pathetic creatures still held some power and wealth, it couldn't change the fact that their decline was inevitable.

Ivy's ambitions had never been to lead a bunch of scum in the magical world to fight for power and wealth. Instead, he sought to seize true power through magic—an art that defied common sense.

Therefore, he had never bothered with these classmates.

"My rule is simple: from now on, the term 'mudblood' will not be allowed in Hogwarts," Ivy said, indifferent to the feelings of the Slytherins. It was a simple rule, but it left the students in the room stunned.

The prefect, Gemma Farley, couldn't believe her ears. She hadn't expected such a light and dismissive response after all the Slytherins had shown their allegiance.

"Why..." A voice, unidentifiable, spoke, yet it represented the thoughts of all the Slytherins present.

"Because I don't intend to rule the world, nor do I intend to defy death," Ivy said with a slight smile. "My goal is to push the boundaries of magic. Tell me… what can you offer for that goal?"

No one answered.

Even if someone had responded, Ivy wouldn't have cared.

Because in this world, there were very few wizards who truly approached the limit of magic. Most of what Voldemort excelled in overlapped with Ivy's skills, focusing on dark magic. Grindelwald had spent most of his life in the prison that Dumbledore had designed for him, and how much magical knowledge he still possessed was hard to predict. Therefore, only the strongest white wizard, Dumbledore, had any value as a reference.

So, until Ivy had extracted all the useful knowledge from Dumbledore, he wasn't about to give up on Hogwarts, especially with the famous Restricted Section here.

After scanning the still-silent Slytherin common room, Ivy spoke again. "Tonight, after dinner, the Quidditch team will meet at the pitch. Since it's the Head of House's orders, I'll make sure to follow through."

With that, he paid no more attention to the common room and left.

Recently, Ivy had a lot of things to focus on. In addition to continuing to use his Crafting Magic Items proficiency to create interesting little inventions, he was still exploring things in the Tome of Destruction that he found fascinating.

For instance, this particular proficiency—Gaze Magic.

In the Tome of Destruction, the description of this proficiency was as follows:

The caster can cast a spell in the form of a gaze, provided that the casting time does not exceed six seconds. The spell can last for up to 8 hours in one eye, and a caster can store up to two spells, one in each eye.

In Ivy's view, this proficiency could be considered the precursor to the "Magic Eye." If the connection between this part of the body and magic could be significantly strengthened, perhaps one day, Ivy could bypass preparation time and cast spells directly with his gaze.

In that case, Ivy's eyes might also become a kind of magical material. For example, like the throat sac of a fire-breathing dragon, or the invisibility fur of a Disillusioned Beast, or the shapeshifting body of a Basilisk.

The Gaze Magic proficiency was extremely suitable for someone as curious as Ivy, both in terms of practicality and malleability. So, the moment he saw it, Ivy decided to choose it.

Of course, DND spells could be seamlessly cast, but what about wizard spells? Ivy had already successfully used some non-verbal, non-wand magic. If he could cast these spells with just a gaze, wouldn't it greatly improve the stealth and deterrence of his magic?

Casting the Petrifying Curse with just a gaze would be akin to Medusa from myth. Even more boldly, if he could cast Avada Kedavra with a glance, wouldn't that make him steal the spotlight from the Basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber?

Just imagining the future possibilities made Ivy certain that this was a proficiency tailored for him.

Just in time, Snape had lifted his detention and instructed him to join the Quidditch team, aiming for victory in the next match against Gryffindor.

This certainly freed up a lot more time for Ivy to focus on magic research, especially since he no longer gained much experience from handling potion ingredients in class.

To this day, Ivy's first-tier spell list still includes an unused spell—Find Familiar.

Ivy had once planned to summon a black cat as a pet, but with his magical research now taking up so much time, he had abandoned the idea.

Cats were the fluffy abyss. Ivy believed that no wizard with aspirations for magical exploration should own a cat. Who could resist the temptation of a cat?

If you had a cat, you'd get lost in its fur, its paws, its meows, and the soothing purring sounds, to the point where you'd neglect your magic research.

Ivy knew he was a person who followed his whims and had little self-discipline. If he got a cat, his magical research progress would definitely suffer.

So, it was better to never use that spell!

There was no way he would fall into the abyss called "cats!"

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