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Chapter 50: 50: Not To Be Messed With

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Ivan was not without a solution.

But he had no reason, nor the inclination, to help Ron improve his attributes.

Yes, improve attributes.

During his time at Hogwarts, Ivan had discovered a way to enhance one's attributes—magical transformation - Rituals.

Magical transformation was an extremely advanced subject, encompassing knowledge of potions, spells, transfiguration, and even dark magic. It was an important method for ordinary wizards to ascend to the ranks of top-tier wizards.

However, magical transformation was extremely risky, with a survival rate of only one in ten—essentially a gamble with one's life.

Looking around Hogwarts, Ivan knew that even professors like McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout had never attempted magical transformation, and they remained ordinary wizards.

For most wizards, becoming a master of magic was the highest level they could hope to achieve.

Ivan, who had read the original books and seen the films, understood very well that the gap between magic masters and true great wizards was a chasm the former could scarcely comprehend.

'No wonder reaching 5 points in an attribute is considered legendary,' Ivan thought to himself.

He possessed the magic eye and spiritual vision, which, combined with his ability to see magic on a deeper level, gave him an unparalleled advantage when it came to understanding magical transformation.

Unfortunately, despite his research, Ivan had yet to find any books on magical transformation in the library. He suspected that the relevant materials were likely hidden away in the Restricted Section.

'I won't be able to rely on myself for everything in the future,' Ivan reflected.

At the moment, the only people he could truly trust were Hermione and Yuumi.

This cat and person were his confidants.

Though the little witch was talented, Ivan could already see the limits of her future potential.

At best, she would reach the level of Professor McGonagall and become a master of spells.

'But with me guiding her, she should be able to go further beyond that,' Ivan thought confidently.

His plan was to study diligently at Hogwarts for a few years.

Once he accumulated enough knowledge, he would begin conducting experiments—starting with small animals, and eventually Yuumi.

Unless the magical transformation was successfully completed on Yuumi, Ivan wouldn't dream of risking Hermione's life.

Yuumi: Thanks a lot my Human! (Sarcastically, of course.)

"Alright, children, today's class is over," Professor McGonagall announced, signaling the end of the lesson. The young wizards put down their wands one by one.

Ivan glanced around and realized that, aside from him and Hermione, no one had fully succeeded in their first Transfiguration lesson.

At best, a few like Harry had managed to transform one end of the match into a needle.

But the majority, including Ronald, Neville, and Seamus, hadn't managed any transformation at all.

Next up was the class all the young wizards eagerly anticipated—Defense Against the Dark Arts.

However, Ivan didn't have high hopes for it.

Sure enough, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell's performance was almost laughable.

The classroom where he taught was filled with the overwhelming smell of garlic. Everyone said that this was to ward off a vampire Quirrell claimed to have encountered in Romania—he feared the vampire might return to capture him.

Quirrell also boasted about his scarf, saying it was a gift from an African prince, who had supposedly rewarded him for helping banish resurrected zombies.

But whether anyone actually believed him was another story altogether.

During the class, Seamus Finnigan had the nerve to ask how Professor Quirrell defeated the resurrected zombies.

Quirrell's face turned beet red, and he stammered, mumbling something about the weather, clearly trying to dodge the question.

'This guy acts like a complete fool,' Ivan thought to himself, watching the scene unfold.

He suspected that Quirrell actually believed his poor acting skills were enough to deceive everyone at Hogwarts, including Dumbledore.

But to Ivan, Quirrell's performance practically screamed, "I have a problem!"

'Voldemort must have lost some of his cunning by splitting his soul like that, and now he's relying on someone like this to host him,' Ivan mused, shaking his head. Still, given Voldemort's desperate state in the forests of Albania, perhaps he couldn't afford to be picky.

After class, Hermione and Neville flanked Ivan on either side, walking with him down the corridor.

Hermione, usually a respectful student, was visibly frustrated.

"Ivan," she said with a frown. "Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class is such a letdown."

It wasn't like Hermione to speak ill of her teachers, but even she couldn't help it this time. Quirrell's pitiful display was far below her expectations.

"Nothing unusual, Headmaster always invites this type of guys.. No sane person will accept this post after all." Ivan said calmly. "I heard that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts is cursed. The professor for this course can never teach for more than a year."

"Is that true?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and Neville looked frightened, as if something terrible might happen in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Don't worry," Ivan reassured them. "The curse doesn't affect students, only the professors."

"That's still scary," Hermione said, already beginning to wonder if she should comfort Professor Quirrell. After all, he was risking himself to teach them—despite his poor teaching skills.

"Relax," Ivan continued. "If Hogwarts dares to hire him and Professor Quirrell dared to apply, there shouldn't be any real danger. Professors at Hogwarts aren't forced to stay; if it gets too much, they can resign. Dumbledore wouldn't let anything bad happen to them."

As they walked and talked, it was mostly Ivan and Hermione carrying the conversation, with Neville quietly listening alongside them.

"Oh, by the way," Ivan said, remembering something important. "Let's be cautious in tomorrow's Potions class. Keep a low profile."

"What?" Hermione and Neville exchanged confused looks, unsure of what Ivan meant.

"You'll understand tomorrow," Ivan replied, not elaborating further. He then led the two to the library, where they planned to borrow some books and take them back to the dormitory to read later.

The Potions class was held in a basement classroom. It was much colder there than in the main part of the castle above.

Glass jars lined the walls, filled with animal specimens floating in murky liquid, making the place feel even more unsettling.

When Ivan, Hermione, and Neville arrived, several students were already seated in the classroom. Most of them were from Slytherin.

For first-year students, Potions was a shared class between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and this would be Ivan's first formal encounter with the Slytherin students.

Malfoy, along with his usual companions, Goyle and Crabbe, sat together.

A short girl, Pansy Parkinson, was seated near them. Ivan remembered her name from the introductions.

"Look who it is!"

Malfoy sneered as soon as he spotted Ivan.

In a mocking tone, he added, "The famous Ivan Ambrosius. Everyone's saying you're the most outstanding first-year wizard."

"!!"

Ivan raised an eyebrow, stopping Hermione from responding before she could speak. He calmly replied, "Oh, what was your name.. Ah! Malfoy, I remember meeting you in the train. Alas, I don't really understand your logic."

"That.. let's not talk about that meeting."

"Yeah, it wasn't a pleasant one after all." Ivan chuckled.

Their brief exchange quickly attracted the attention of the other students in the room, but no one seemed eager to get involved.

Malfoy, with his pure-blood background and aristocratic family status, commanded a certain level of attention among the first years, especially in Slytherin.

Ivan was even more extraordinary.

He was born in the Muggle world, but in just a few days, the magic talent that Ivan showed in class was enough to make all the young Gryffindors look up to him.

In a word, the two were not people they could mess with.

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Chapter 51: 51: The source of Malfoy's entertainment

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"But really, I don't understand your thinking logic."

"What?" Malfoy was clearly confused by Ivan's casual words.

What did he mean by 'I don't understand your thinking logic'?

"What I mean is..."

Ivan didn't dislike Malfoy; he was just a spoiled child. If it ever came to it, someone like Dudley, who frequently bullied Harry, would probably be turned into a maggot by now.

"Don't you see the difference between us?" Ivan added as he casually sat down at the table near Malfoy.

Seeing this, Hermione stepped forward and sat down next to Ivan, playing the role of a supportive friend. Neville, looking nervous but determined, followed and took a seat with them, even though he was clearly scared.

Suddenly, the table was filled with Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy, Ivan, Hermione, and Neville, making for a rather awkward gathering.

"What... what are you trying to do?"

Malfoy stammered, obviously startled by Ivan's confident demeanor.

He still remembered the encounter on the train, where Ivan had overpowered him with ease.

In a moment of panic, Malfoy regretted provoking Ivan.

"My father is one of the Hogwarts school governor!" Malfoy blurted out defensively. "You—if you—"

"Pfft~ Relax, relax. I'm not going to do anything," Ivan said, patting Malfoy on the shoulder with a smile. "We're classmates, after all. No need for things to be so tense between us, right?"

Crabbe and Goyle stood frozen in fear of Ivan, while Pansy, who had witnessed Ivan's magical talent during their entrance, wisely chose to stay quiet.

Though she had a crush on Malfoy, she wasn't foolish enough to challenge someone as skilled as Ivan and make a fool of herself.

Of course, there would be no shortage of protection.

A girl in love, how could she tolerate the boy she liked being bullied?

However, before Pansy could make any move, Ivan's eyes fell on her.

In an instant, Pansy trembled all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and was frozen on the spot.

"But," Ivan said, shocking the love-struck girl, and then continued, "You have to understand one thing, Draco."

"In the wizarding world, magic is power!~"

Ivan did nothing but simply stared into Malfoy's eyes, silently.

The invisible sense of oppression made Draco feel incredibly stressed, and any impulse to provoke Ivan quickly vanished.

"I—I know," Malfoy stammered, visibly shaken. Deep down, he didn't want another conflict with Ivan.

After all, when you think about it, what real conflict existed between them?

Hermione?

Mudblood?

Muggle-born wizard?

Let's not even get into Hermione's situation right now.

Malfoy simply looked down on her.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

The dynamics of the wizarding world were like this: Muggle-borns, or "Mudbloods," had always been at the bottom of the wizarding society's hierarchy of contempt.

Contempt, disdain, and the theory of blood purity—these things existed even in Ivan's previous life.

The rich looked down on the poor.

Those with good jobs looked down on those with bad jobs.

Those with beautiful, virtuous, and capable wives looked down on the "single dogs."

So, what do you do when someone looks down on you?

Are you supposed to just let it slide?

Ivan thought, 'Yes, if someone looks down on me, I'll definitely beat them up.'

If you don't have the strength, you might have to endure it. But if your fists are big enough, why put up with it?

So, when Malfoy called Hermione a "Mudblood," on the train Ivan acted swiftly and taught this arrogant brat a lesson.

You can think whatever you want in your head, Ivan figured, but the moment you say it out loud, you're crossing the line.

Magic is power!

If you can't beat me, then keep your mouth shut and save yourself the trouble.

"Arr..."

Malfoy was speechless under Ivan's forceful attitude.

He sat there with an extremely sour expression on his face, but he didn't dare lose his temper with Ivan. He could only sit and bear it.

When Harry and Ronald arrived, they saw the scene unfold.

Malfoy and his cronies were sitting in the corner, looking frustrated, while on the other side, Ivan, Hermione, and Neville were calmly flipping through their Potions textbooks.

"What happened?"

Soon enough, Harry and Ronald learned what had transpired from Seamus.

Apparently, Malfoy had tried to start trouble with Ivan.

But before he could make a move, Ivan made Malfoy back down with just a few words, and Malfoy even distanced himself from Ivan.

This news made Harry and Ron thrilled.

Unfortunately, before they could revel in it, a dark figure swept into the classroom, exuding an aura of intimidation.

Ivan glanced up to see the man dressed in black robes, a cloak billowing behind him. He was tall and slender, with greasy, straight hair, cold, deep-set eyes, and a sallow complexion. The figure resembled a large black bat.

Severus Snape, the most skilled wizard in the entire Harry Potter series, second only to Dumbledore and Voldemort.

He had inherited his mother's talent for potions and demonstrated an aptitude for inventing spells as soon as he entered Hogwarts.

To be honest, if it weren't for Lily, Snape might not have ever reached the heights of greatness as a wizard.

'What a pity', Ivan thought.

This was the first time Ivan had seen Snape since the opening feast, and as the head of Slytherin entered the room, he brought with him a palpable sense of foreboding, casting a heavy shadow over the young wizards.

Snape stood at the front of the classroom, reading out the list of names. When he reached Harry's name, he paused.

At that moment, Harry had no idea what sort of targeting he was about to endure.

'It's starting—Harry Potter's famous scene', Ivan thought, remaining calm and showing no intention of stepping in to help Harry.

After all, if one looked at it plainly, this was an issue rooted in the sins of Harry's father.

As the saying goes, 'the hatred of losing a lover is irreconcilable.'

It was remarkable that Snape could restrain his anger whenever he looked at Harry, who bore such a strong resemblance to James Potter.

The beloved goddess was stolen by the rogue with messy hair,

Ivan mused.

In an effort to protect her, Snape chose to become a double agent, silently sacrificing everything without expecting anything in return.

And after the goddess died, Snape devoted his life to protecting her son—the son of that man who had taken her away.

To make matters worse, the boy, Harry, except for his green eyes, looked almost exactly like the man who had stolen Snape's love.

Damn!

It's so utterly incredible.

Thinking about all this, Ivan couldn't help but admire Snape's resilience. He truly was the ultimate first love martyr in the Harry Potter series.

Strong. Really strong.

"You really are the first true man of the wizarding world," Ivan thought, his mind marveling at Snape's sheer perseverance.

"What did you say, Ivan?"

Hermione overheard Ivan mutter something under his breath but didn't catch it clearly, so she asked.

"Oh, nothing."

Ivan didn't explain and instead casually praised, "I was just thinking how impressive our Potions professor is."

"Really?"

Hermione didn't press further. She trusted Ivan's judgment and now had high hopes for Snape's teaching abilities.

"Very good, very good."

At that moment, Snape raised his head from the list and directed his gaze toward Harry. "Harry Potter, our new celebrity," he said with a cutting tone.

Malfoy, along with Crabbe and Goyle, snickered, covering their mouths with their hands.

Seeing Harry being singled out by Snape, the frustration Malfoy had felt from his encounter with Ivan vanished instantly.

'I should never have tried provoking Ivan,' Malfoy thought to himself. 'Is Harry losing his appeal, or has Scarhead given up?'

No, right?

At that moment, Malfoy made a decision.

'The source of my entertainment should always be Harry Potter!'


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