Harry Potter: The Wizard of Apocalypse

"Do you think they will fight?" Ivy asked with a slightly expectant tone. At this moment, he had already stood up from the chair.

Ian guessed that the other party's expression seemed to show that he was eager to create chaos in the world.

He said helplessly, "It's highly unlikely. We are Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor."

Andre also affirmed: "That's right, that's right, there's no way they can fight."

Although he has an eccentric personality, it doesn't mean he is stupid. Moreover, he is a member of the college team. He knows clearly about the grudges and entanglements between the college teams.

Sure enough, after Benjamin Bruce and Slytherin team captain Marcus Flint negotiated with each other, the two sides divided the field equally, with each team getting half.

"You're right, we are Ravenclaw." Seeing that the fight was impossible, Ivy sat down slowly and weakly.

But Ian could always hear a hint of loss and regret in the other person's tone.

"Oh, another fun-loving person... It turns out that the nature of watching the fun knows no region or national boundaries." Ian sighed in his heart.

After a while, Andre began to complain.

"It's boring. After Slytherin came, they couldn't let go at all. They flew too conservatively."

Ivy then made a suggestion: "This is neither a training session nor a competition. There is really no need for us to stay here and watch Bruce and Flint guarding against each other. Let's go back."

Ian agreed with this and immediately formed a united front with Ivy and reached an agreement.

"Hey! Hey! You can't do this. What will I do if you leave?"

Andre protested strongly, because anyone could leave, but as a Quidditch player, he absolutely could not leave.

The two of them turned a blind eye to such protests, ignored them completely, and just got up and left.

Just as Ian and Ivy left the audience, another group of Slytherin girls came from the other side of the lawn.

"Hey, do you see the blonde girl in front? She's the one next to Pansy Parkinson." Ivy's tone suddenly became a little excited, and he lowered his voice and said, "Daphne Greengrass is the most beautiful girl among the freshmen this year..."

Ian heard the familiar name again and he took a look subconsciously.

To be honest, he was not unfamiliar with Daphne. Just as Ivy said, this little girl did have a beautiful face, with long golden hair, a pair of deep light blue eyes, slightly pale skin, and rosy lips.

It was just that she had been rude to Hermione in the hall, and he did not like her behavior. He also felt a little sorry that a well-behaved and lovely girl had become so mean and arrogant just because she entered Slytherin.

When Ian inadvertently looked into her eyes, the girl didn't avoid his gaze at all. She showed none of the shyness she had when they first met in Madam Malkin's robe shop. Instead, she smiled at Ian.

She was graceful, elegant and beautiful. At this moment, she looked like a little princess from a fairy tale, with a hint of nobility and fragility between her eyebrows.

The Ravenclaw boy and the Slytherin girl passed each other without saying a word.

The silence lasted until Ian walked out onto the pitch, only to be broken by Ivy.

Perhaps because he had confirmed the safety of this place, Ivy said jokingly:

"Ian, Daphne smiled at you just now. Ha, I knew that no girl in Hogwarts could resist your charm. Merlin, you captured her heart so easily? This is simply..."

Ian didn't listen to what Ivy said at this moment. He was just reviewing what happened to Daphne in his mind, because he always felt that her behavior was very strange.

After reviewing it carefully, he discovered the problem. Not only did her movements and demeanor look a little fake, but even her temperament and expression were deliberately maintained. It was as if every move was in a studio, under the spotlight, and he felt like an actor.

"I was wondering why she became so teasing. It seems she found a good teacher... This level..." Ian muttered to himself.

"Tea? What tea? Hey man, are you listening to me?" The Ivy kid kept chattering.

Ian finally discovered that there was some truth in the fact that Ivy and Andre were assigned to the same dormitory.

When Andre was present, Ivy still had a bit of the demeanor of a cool boy. Once Andre was not present, he immediately transformed into 'Andre' to fill the gap...

"I'm going to have afternoon tea now, so I don't have time to care about the house games between those kids. Also, listen to my advice, you'd better stop paying attention to Daphne. She is not as simple as you think."

Ian finally remembered to remind the other party, after all, the other party was his roommate.

"I know what you want to say, Ian." Ivy didn't care. He seemed to have switched his personality in an instant, becoming somewhat calm and wise, and then said:

"The Greengrass family was one of the first families to follow the Dark Lord. Every member of their family is a bit paranoid. As long as they identify something, they must get it, even if it means anything."

After a brief pause, Ivy put on an expression of watching the fun again, and then continued:

"So, man, comparatively speaking, you should be more worried about yourself. I think you have almost become the target of that little girl. Now she is still young, so she can only play these little girls' tricks. When she grows up, I think you will suffer..."

Apparently, Ivy had already seen through Daphne's performance, but he just didn't point it out.

Ian seemed a little helpless after hearing this, and responded: "I really can't stand you purebloods, it's simply too much! Are you all so... precocious?"

"Ha, what else? How can we control the discourse power in the wizarding world? Just relying on the few gold Galleons left by our ancestors? Don't be ridiculous."

Ivy explained half-jokingly, and then his expression suddenly became solemn as he said, "Ian, if you come into contact with other purebloods in the future, you must be careful, because none of the existing pureblood families are simple. And those that were simple have long disappeared in the long river of history."

"I will, thank you, Ivy." Ian also answered the other party seriously. He knew very well that Ivy was sincerely reminding him at this moment, just like he had just sincerely reminded the other party to be careful of Daphne.

As for the future, no one knows. Just as the other party said, no pure-blood family is simple, and Ivy is also a pure-blood, but the other party said it so openly.

Be it a test or surrender, Ian was too lazy to guess. He had no interest in playing childish house games, nor did he have the heart to play that kind of power game.

Ian really has no time to care about these little things. He just wants to climb to the pinnacle of magic, and when he can really see the world from a high perspective, only others will try to curry favor with him. Old Malfoy and Voldemort are the most representative examples.

Fortunately, both parties were not people without emotional intelligence, so they stopped talking after making the point. The topic ended there, and the two smiled at each other, and no one continued talking.

At the castle gate, the two parted ways. Ian chose to go to the library to kill time, while Ivy chose to go back to the dormitory to take a nap.

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