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In another world, another Hogwarts school, Ivy walked nervously in the corridor. She wrapped the scarf around her neck twice more to cover the lower half of her face.

"Have you finished your homework? Let me copy it."

"No, just a little bit~"

The two little wizards ran away from Ivy while fighting. When they approached, Ivy buried her face directly in the scarf.

After the others left, Ivy raised her head and breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was silence. Ivy's mind was now filled with random thoughts. Where on earth is this place? Where are my classmates and teachers?

Ivy leaned against the window, the images of the past few hours flashing in her mind.

I was reading a book in bed, and then I got up to go to the library to check out some information that was not connected to the Internet. Suddenly, I suddenly appeared at the corner of this corridor.

Although the surrounding scenes were very familiar, Ivy was sure that she was no longer in her original school, not only because she didn't see anyone she knew, but she also found that there didn't seem to be any technological equipment here, and there was no facial recognition system. , a preview of the next class in a classroom without electronics. The most important thing is that Ivy found that her personal terminal was not connected to the Internet.

It was simply unbelievable. The Hogwarts network was outsourced to the Hex Agency. Compared to the Hex Agency disconnecting the network without warning, Ivy felt that she might have traveled through time.

After about half a minute of panic, Ivy forced herself to calm down. She immediately checked her body and found no problems. The Ravenclaw Excellent Student badge was also on.

After confirming her situation, Ivy thought about what she should do next for a long time, and then decided to do nothing.

Ivy believes that her disappearance will definitely be discovered by her teachers and classmates, so now she only needs to protect herself and wait for rescue.

"Hello Professor McGonagall."

Just when Ivy was looking out the window, students' greetings suddenly came from the corridor. Ivy immediately became nervous and unconsciously touched the wand with her right hand.

Professor McGonagall, it sounds like the teacher here, don't look at me, don't look at me.

Ivy lowered her head and leaned her pale white hair forward, blocking her face. Then she took a book out of her arms and spread it on the window edge, pretending to be reading.

Click-click-click, the sound of shoes hitting the floor reached Ivy's ears, and she could feel through the sound that a person was walking behind her with a book in her arms.

After the people walked away, Ivy started to sweat slightly on her forehead. She was nervous, really nervous. She didn't know what would happen if she was discovered. She could feel the strangeness inside this familiar place.

Under this tension, Ivy's attention was slowly attracted to the books open by the window. In fact, she had always had a secret, that is, she was not as capable of photographic memory as others thought. On the contrary, her The memory may not be as good as most students.

Ivy is able to get the title of photographic memory purely because she likes to read books. She spends most of her free time reading. Her love for books is unimaginable to ordinary people. Even if she has read a book many times, she will never forget it again. Up, Ivy can still find the fun in it.

For example, Ivy has read the detailed instruction book on how to use the Killing Curse no less than ten times. She remembers every word. But now that she has opened it, she can still sink into it and rely on the book to offset the feeling of being in a strange and dangerous place. The tension comes.

"Hermione, you see there is someone reading by the window. Can library books be taken out of the library?" After Ron saw Ivy, he curiously asked Hermione next to him.

"Of course, everyone who has read the book knows it." Hermione said, her eyes were attracted to Ivy, and she felt a strange and very attractive temperament from Ivy, a top academic. temperament.

Hermione's words seemed to be a mockery of Ron's never reading, but Ron didn't care very much. After all, Hermione was right. He really didn't like reading. He hadn't even finished reading the textbooks, let alone borrowed them from the library. Book.

"Harry, are you still thinking about that? Don't worry, any divination is all fake." Ron turned to look at Harry Potter, who was frowning and didn't know what he was thinking.

Harry Potter opened his mouth, not wanting to say anything. He was not in good spirits. The death notice from the Divination class teacher and the frequent nightmares during this period made him feel a little exhausted.

"My dad said that only stupid people would believe in that kind of divination. Oh, I forgot. I almost forgot that you are the stupid person."

A arrogant voice came from behind the three Harry Potters. It was Malfoy. He glanced at Harry Potter and raised his head slightly, with a very disdainful and arrogant expression on his face.

Ron clenched his fists. The annoying Malfoy was stirring up trouble again. He really wanted to punch this guy directly.

However, after Malfoy made a casual mockery, he walked forward with his two followers, and deliberately bumped into Ivy when he passed by.

Ivy was caught off guard and her body knocked the book out of the window. In the blink of an eye, Ivy pulled out her wand and blurted out the levitating spell, hitting the book that was about to fall.

The book floated on the window, and Ivy reached out and took it back.

"What do you want to do!" Ivy turned around and looked up at Malfoy, her eyes filled with anger, and her right index finger was already on the wand.

Malfoy was startled by Ivy. He simply heard Ron and the other three talking about Ivy and was a little unhappy with Ivy, a guy he didn't know. But seeing Ivy casting spells so skillfully, Malfoy felt The person in front of me might not be a freshman or sophomore, but maybe a senior.

This kind of thinking, combined with Ivy's cold temperament when angry, made Malfoy unable to speak for a while, and he was a little speechless.

"Get out of the way! Otherwise I won't be polite!" Ivy scolded, and then walked away from Malfoy and his followers.

When Ivy passed by Hermione, Hermione glanced at the girl with her head lowered. Malfoy was considered a bully in the school, and Hermione was a little curious about this girl who was angry with the Malfoy trio.

When Ivy walked around the corner, Malfoy's cheeks had a faint blush. This was a reaction caused by shame and anger. He, a pure-blood noble, was actually frightened by a Ravenclaw girl.

Ron stuck out his tongue when passing by Malfoy, clearly mocking Malfoy.

Hey~ It’s so embarrassing to be so scared by a little girl that I dare not move.

Malfoy became a little more angry. After snorting, he still didn't chase Ivy. Class was about to start and he didn't dare to be late.

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