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Chapter 54: 54: Snape Loved My...

Soon, it was five minutes to three in the afternoon, and the four of them left the castle, making their way across the grounds to Hagrid's house.

Hagrid lived in a small wooden hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with a crossbow and a pair of large rubber boots sitting outside the front door.

When Harry knocked, they heard some scuffling inside, followed by a few deep barks, and then Hagrid's booming voice.

"Back, Fang, back!"

Hagrid opened the door just a crack, his large, bearded face peeking through.

He was surprised to see four young wizards standing at his doorstep, but as soon as he realized Harry had made friends, his face lit up with a warm smile of relief.

"Give me a sec."

"Back, Fang!"

He let the four of them in while wrestling with the collar of an enormous black hound.

The cabin consisted of just one room.

Hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling, a copper kettle was steaming away on a fire in the hearth, and there was a large bed in one corner, covered with a patchwork quilt.

"Make yourselves at home," Hagrid said, finally releasing Fang.

Fang, the gigantic dog, immediately bounded over to Ronald and began licking his ear.

Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as it looked.

"This is Ronald," Harry introduced Hagrid to his first friend at Hogwarts.

"Ahm.. you can call me Ron, Ron Weas—"

"Another Weasley brother? Right? That red hair is hard to miss ya' know." Hagrid said, glancing at Ronald's freckled face. "I spent almost half of my life chasing those twin brothers out of the Forbidden Forest."

Hermione, on the other hand, was very composed.

She didn't mind the clutter in Hagrid's hut and sat down naturally on the round stool Hagrid had prepared for her, waiting patiently as Hagrid bustled around, bringing out rock cakes and tea.

"Oh, a cute little witch," Hagrid said with a laugh. "No need to be so formal. This isn't Professor McGonagall's classroom."

"Relax, Hermione," Ivan added, looking around Hagrid's hut. His eyes swept over the various objects haphazardly piled up, giving the place the feel of an organized chaos. "Aren't you curious about what's in the Forbidden Forest? Hagrid is an expert. No one at Hogwarts knows the Forbidden Forest better than he does."

"Haha!" Hagrid chuckled, clearly pleased. "I remember you! The little guy who could cast his own spells right after entering—no—even before entering school. I've never seen a young wizard as talented as you."

Ivan accepted the compliment with a nod. He glanced around the room again and asked, "Hagrid, how do you manage all of this?"

"I mean, these things."

Everyone followed Ivan's gaze, but Harry and Ronald both looked as puzzled as ever.

Hermione was equally confused, only seeing what looked like a room full of junk.

"You all..." Ivan sighed, shaking his head slightly. He sat down next to Hermione and picked up the milk tea Hagrid had prepared.

The moment Ivan had entered Hagrid's hut, he had felt the faint fluctuations of magic in the air. Casually using his magic eye, he had quickly scanned the room.

What he found was astonishing—a room packed full of precious magical materials.

It wasn't just the ordinary trinkets everyone else saw. The animal skin used as a carpet, for example, came from a unicorn.

For context, unicorn tail hair alone was worth some valuable Galleons. While the carpet wasn't entirely made of unicorn tail hair, its value in alchemical terms was immense.

To put it simply, with just the materials lying around this hut, Hagrid could easily be considered one of the wealthiest individuals at Hogwarts.

"See something you like, little Ivan?" Hagrid beamed, pleased that Ivan had noticed what the others hadn't. He began enthusiastically sharing stories about his love for magical creatures and the materials they provided.

Hagrid even offered, with a grin, to let Ivan use anything in the room that caught his eye.

Naturally, Ivan politely declined.

The items were indeed valuable, but Ivan knew better than to accept them without earning them. As the saying goes, repaying favors is one of the hardest things to do.

Besides, Ivan didn't need these rare magical materials at the moment.

"That's a pity," Hagrid said with a shrug, clearly not too concerned. Since Ivan had politely refused, he didn't push further.

For the rest of the visit, Hagrid proudly promoted his special rock cakes to the group while listening to their stories about their first week at Hogwarts.

Each of them had encountered plenty of new and exciting things, given their fresh arrival at the school.

Harry decided to bring up Snape's class, sharing his less-than-pleasant experience.

Hagrid, like Ron, quickly reassured him. "Don't worry about Snape, Harry. He doesn't really like anyone, to be honest."

"But it seems like he really hates me," Harry muttered.

"Nonsense!" Hagrid replied firmly. "Why would he hate you?"

But Harry couldn't shake the feeling that Hagrid was deliberately avoiding his gaze when he said that.

Before Harry could press further, Hagrid quickly shifted the conversation toward Ron. "How's your brother Charlie doing?" he asked. "I like him a lot—he's great with animals."

Crack!

Ivan struggled with the rock cake for a while, quickly realizing that it was definitely not suitable as food. It was incredibly hard, almost impossible to chew, and even soaking it in tea didn't help.

What was Hagrid's purpose in making this?

Ivan wondered.

This thing was hard enough to be used for building walls.

"Ivan," Hermione whispered, her eyes pleading for help as she glanced at the uneaten rock cake in her hands.

Noticing that Hagrid's attention was fully focused on his conversation with Ronald, Ivan discreetly moved his fingers. In the next moment, the rock cakes in both his and Hermione's hands shrank in size. Then, with the help of a floating charm, they quickly disappeared into Ivan's pocket.

Harry, seeing this, looked at Ivan with a desperate expression, his emerald eyes silently begging for the same relief.

Ivan couldn't help but smile. With another flick of his fingers, Harry's rock cake vanished as well.

Ronald, too engrossed in talking about his brother Charlie, didn't notice any of the little movements happening around him. So, in the end, he was the only one still dealing with the rock cake, fully immersed in his world.

"Oh!" Hagrid exclaimed suddenly, noticing the now-empty plate. "You… you actually finished them all?"

He was overjoyed.

For so many years, no one had ever shown as much "enthusiasm" for his rock cakes as this group seemed to.

"What?"

Ronald was completely confused, unsure of what had just happened. In just a few moments, Ivan and the others had somehow managed to finish off three plates of rock cakes?

"I knew it! I knew someone would like them!" Hagrid's eyes gleamed with joy, as though he had finally found someone who shared his love for his infamous rock cakes.

"You must still be hungry, right? I'll get more for you."

The way Hagrid said it, it seemed like he was ready to stuff all the remaining rock cakes down their throats. Sensing the impending doom, Ivan, Hermione, and Harry immediately chimed in together: "Ah! No, no, we're full!"

"Really?" Hagrid seemed a bit disappointed but determined to be a good host. He was convinced that if he had nothing else, at least he had plenty of rock cakes to share.

"Really!" Harry added quickly. "I—hiccup—really can't eat another bite."

Even Hermione, who usually valued honesty, nodded along this time.

She lied.

But when it comes to rock cakes, if you don't lie, do you really want to end up having to eat them?

"Ehm* Hagrid, what's this?" 

To steer the conversation away from the dreaded rock cakes, Harry spotted a small piece of paper tucked under the teapot warmer. It was a report cut from the Daily Prophet.

—"Latest Report on Gringotts Break-in"—

Investigations into the July 31st break-in at Gringotts are still ongoing, and it is now widely believed to be the work of an unknown dark wizard.

The goblins at Gringotts reiterated today that nothing was stolen and that the underground vault searched by the intruder had, in fact, been emptied earlier that day.

A Gringotts goblin spokesperson said this afternoon: "We have no information on what was in the vault, and it is best not to interfere in this matter."

Harry remembered Ron mentioning the break-in on the train, but he hadn't said anything about the exact date.

"Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed. "The day of the Gringotts break-in was my birthday! We were probably there when it happened!"

Ivan already knew that this break-in was Voldemort's attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone. He calmly sipped his milk tea, showing no interest in the matter.

Hermione noticed Ivan's reaction. Being quite familiar with his habits by now, the little witch quickly realized that there was more to this report than it seemed. She sat quietly, not saying a word.

"Oh, it was just a little thing," Hagrid muttered dismissively, clearly trying to avoid discussing anything related to the Philosopher's Stone.

After leaving Hagrid's cabin, the four of them walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets stuffed with rock cakes.

Yeah. Out of politeness, they were too embarrassed to refuse...

Along the way, Harry remained unusually quiet. He was still deep in thought about the Gringotts break-in. Additionally, he had a nagging feeling that Hagrid knew something about Snape but was unwilling to share it for some reason.

"Ivan."

Suddenly, Harry noticed Ivan walking ahead, holding hands with Hermione.

At that moment, Harry felt like he had found the key to solving the mystery.

'Yes, that's it!'

He couldn't figure things out because he wasn't smart enough—he had always known that. But Ivan and Hermione, they were recognized as the smartest first-year wizards at Hogwarts!

Harry never considered himself particularly talented in academics. Not understanding some difficult problems and puzzling situations was perfectly normal for him.

And if you don't understand something, you ask.

With two little wizards who seem to know everything walking right in front of him, why hesitate?

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Ivan turned around with a smile.

He already knew that Harry had doubts in his heart. However, there were some things that weren't suitable for him to talk about openly.

Harry didn't hide his thoughts and told the group about his suspicions, including the fact that Hagrid had gone to the 713 vault at Gringotts to retrieve something on the same day as the break-in.

'This smells like trouble!'

Hermione's excellent sixth sense picked up on the potential danger.

She was brave and always eager to prove that she was just as capable as any other wizard or witch. But this particular situation involved Dumbledore, and she didn't feel confident dealing with something that significant.

"So, Harry?" Ivan could see that Harry truly trusted him and genuinely considered them friends.

"What do you want to know?" Ivan asked with a knowing smile.

Harry looked at Ivan's mysterious grin, a bit taken aback.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I..."

He wanted to ask what had been in the vault, why someone would attempt to steal it, and if it was still safe now. But after a moment's thought, he wondered—what did any of this really have to do with him?

"Hmm?"

After being pointed out by Ivan, Harry immediately realized that he wasn't in a position to get involved with something as significant as the Gringotts break-in.

"I want to know, why is Snape targeting me so much?" Harry asked. Compared to the mystery of the 713 vault, this issue felt more personal and pressing.

"Aha..." Ivan nodded slightly, satisfied with Harry's sense of self-awareness.

According to Ivan's plan, the little wizards of Hogwarts were essential talent reserves and loyal future allies—people he could genuinely build connections with.

Hermione was, of course, the future Minister of Magic in his eyes.

Neville, the sword-wielding Gryffindor and future professor of Herbology at Hogwarts, had considerable potential too.

Then there was Harry, and Luna, who had yet to enroll.

Especially Harry Potter—he undoubtedly had the potential to stand on his own.

If you asked who among these little wizards could lead a charge for Ivan in the future and fire the first shot, it had to be Harry.

After all, no young wizard could go toe-to-toe with Voldemort in their fourth year and ultimately kill the most terrifying dark wizard in England by their seventh year.

Whether it was plot armor or Dumbledore's long-term schemes, these events were bound to happen.

But the fact that Harry could accomplish all of this?

It proved his talent beyond doubt.

Hermione was Ivan's trusted think tank, and Harry was a force to be reckoned with.

Now was the time when Harry and Hermione were still in their most impressionable and uncertain phase.

Ivan could make his move and bring Harry into his fold.

Well, Hermione was already on board.

Next up, it was Harry's turn.

"I do know something," Ivan said with a mischievous wink at Harry. "You see, I'm a Seer, a natural prophet, and I can glimpse fragments of the future."

"But that's not the whole story."

"Actually, it's not just the future."

Hearing this, Harry's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Ivan, can you see the past?"

"Exactly."

Ivan nodded. "Though it's just brief fragments, and it usually has to be something significant, like a key moment in someone's life—a turning point, if you will."

"But I have seen some very interesting things."

Ivan wasn't deceiving Harry—he was telling the truth.

Ever since his soul attribute had surpassed 5 points, his control over prophecy had become more fluid.

He could now glimpse the past and future of anyone as needed.

He could also foresee crises he might encounter in the future or even discover ways to avoid misfortune—almost like making a wish.

Fate is an immensely terrifying force in this world.

Ivan had previously said that the outcomes of a prophecy would inevitably happen and couldn't be changed.

However, just because it couldn't be changed didn't mean it couldn't be avoided.

For example, if Ivan foresaw that Harry would fall down the magical stairs, he couldn't stop the event from happening—it was destined.

But falling down was just the process. What came afterward, the result, and even the cause of the fall were all unclear.

This gave Ivan a lot of room to work with.

For instance, he could let Harry intentionally trip on the stairs to fulfill the prophecy.

Or, after Harry fell, Ivan could cast a Levitation Charm to catch him, altering the outcome.

By supplementing the cause and effect, Ivan could exploit the loopholes of the prophecy, turning what seemed like a bad situation into a farce or minor inconvenience.

'The past is set in stone, but the future... that can still be influenced.'

Ivan didn't worry about whether Harry fully understood his explanation—he simply shared his insights into prophecy and fate.

"Ivan, what did you see?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Snape once knew a girl," Ivan revealed. "Before coming to Hogwarts, they were best friends."

Ivan simply told Harry what he had seen, without revealing the identity of the girl: "Later, Snape was sorted into Slytherin, and the girl went to Gryffindor. Naturally, their relationship grew distant."

The three kids listened intently, their curiosity about the girl's identity growing with each word.

Despite their age, they quickly picked up on the implications of Snape's backstory.

"And then what happened?" They were fascinated—Snape, the cold and harsh professor, actually had someone he cared about?

Ivan paused for a moment, then continued: "The girl eventually ended up with someone else and had a child with him."

By now, the hint was more than obvious.

"Snape... liked my mum?" Harry asked in confusion.

He had just been looking to understand why Snape disliked him so much, but now it seemed he had stumbled upon a far bigger revelation—one about his own mother!

WTF!?

"But why?" Hermione furrowed her brow. "If Snape liked Harry's mother, why would he be so horrible to Harry? Is it because of—love turning into hate?"

Ivan smiled lightly, feeling that he'd already said more than enough.

Although he could directly use glass, crystal balls and other reflective objects to show the predicted scenes, so that the three little ones could see what happened more directly.

But it was about Snape's privacy. Ivan would not do such a ridiculous thing without the consent of the person concerned.

Joking was one thing, and Harry did have the right to know.

So Ivan told Harry about Lily.

But Snape's dark history, such as being almost bitten by Lupin and turned into a werewolf, being bullied by the four people who took the initiative to cause trouble with the hanging bell, and finally hugging Lily's body, vowed to protect Harry and so on....

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Chapter 55: 55: Voldemort Was Killed By The Plot

"I can only say that Snape didn't hate you because of your mother."

"On the contrary, he cares about you because he loved your mother," Ivan said. "Snape notices you, especially your eyes. They're exactly like hers."

Harry felt a bit speechless. Upon thinking it over, he realized that Snape's attitude towards him might indeed fit what Ivan was saying.

It seemed like Snape was targeting him, but in reality, it was a different kind of attention—something that made more sense now.

After understanding that Snape's treatment wasn't due to Harry's fame as the "Boy Who Lived," but rather because of his connection to his mother, Harry could accept it more easily.

Though, it was still very weird that Snape, of all people, had feelings for his mother... Gulp!

"Wait, something doesn't add up here," Hermione quickly pointed out. "If Snape liked Harry's mother, why would he treat Harry so badly?"

"Good question," Ivan said with a shrug and a smirk. "If Harry were a girl, I guarantee Snape wouldn't have this attitude."

"!!!"

Suddenly, Hermione understood. "It's because of Harry's father, isn't it?"

"My father?"

Harry, having never known his parents personally, only had a vague sense of who they were. 

"Isn't it obvious?"

Hermione explained.

"Ivan said Snape loves your mother, but he only talked about your eyes being like hers. What about the rest of you?"

Yes, what about the rest?

Only Harry's eyes resembled his mother's, so naturally, the rest of his features must remind Snape of his ..father!

"Is that true?" Harry's eyes widened, looking at Ivan for some confirmation.

"Their relationship wasn't very good—or to put it bluntly, it was terrible," Ivan said directly. "When Snape looks at you, he sees your father."

"Just because of that?!" Harry was shocked.

He had never known the full story, and now he just wanted to call Snape unreasonable.

In Harry's view, his parents were a happy couple, and for Snape to take out his issues on him just because of that seemed insane.

"Everything has a cause and effect," Ivan said, feeling he had shared enough for now. But the result wasn't what he expected.

Harry, far from understanding, now disliked Snape even more!

Oops(?)

Knowing this backstory only made Harry feel more determined to oppose Snape. In his mind, Snape was not only a bitter old man but also someone who had held feelings for his mother—and for that, Harry felt it was now his duty to defend his father's honor.

Seeing Harry's growing desire to challenge Snape, Ivan smiled helplessly.

Ivan tried to say a few good words in Snape's defense, attempting to smooth things over. "He just doesn't like you, Harry. There's no deeper reason behind it."

"In this whole school, anyone can mess with you, but Snape won't actually hurt you," Ivan added, hoping Harry would understand.

"I get it," Harry replied. Even though he disliked Snape, he didn't consider him a true enemy—more like someone he was perpetually at odds with.

It wasn't just hatred; there were complicated feelings mixed in as well.

After finding out that Snape had loved his mother, Harry couldn't help but view him differently.

Snape now saw in Harry both the woman he loved and the man who had stolen her away. The result was an awkward mix of love, hate, and contempt.

This gave Harry the strange feeling that he wasn't being targeted simply as himself.

Unlike the Dursleys' outright hostility, Snape's treatment of him was more like constant nitpicking. Yet beneath the harshness, there seemed to be something else—a kind of twisted care.

Harry, always perceptive, picked up on these subtle undertones, leaving him feeling even more conflicted.

In the days that followed, whenever Harry encountered Snape, he couldn't help but give him strange looks, as if trying to figure out the enigma that was Snape.

"Well, targeting? Devaluing? Deducting points?"

"Haha, it's like a kid being denied candy," Harry joked.

"Snape's just like a shadow of my dad, no wonder he holds a grudge!" he added, smirking slightly to himself.

However, Harry's constant glances toward Snape didn't go unnoticed. The Potions Master, sharp as ever, quickly sensed that something was off.

His instincts told him that Harry had learned something—something Snape didn't want him to know.

This discovery left Snape deeply unsettled and furious. He wasn't sure who had been gossiping, but he knew it had to be someone close to Harry. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Snape confronted Harry, trying to pry information from him.

Of course, Harry wouldn't betray his friends. He remained tight-lipped, unwilling to reveal anything.

But how could a child, however determined, stand up to Snape, the master of deception, Legilimency, and one of the sharpest minds in the wizarding world?

Within minutes, Snape had picked up enough from Harry's surface thoughts to piece together the truth.

"Ivan Ambrosius!?"

Snape didn't need to delve deeply into Harry's mind. Just as Ivan had predicted, Snape would never harm the children of the woman he once loved. However, Harry's unguarded thoughts were enough for Snape to catch a name.

Ivan!

That was the answer he had been looking for.

"How does he know this?" Snape wondered, his mind racing. After all, Ivan was far too young to know about his past with Lily.

A little wizard who grew up in the Muggle world, with no access to magical knowledge, somehow knew such a closely guarded secret.

'Exclude all impossibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.'

That's right—Dumbledore!

Snape thought furiously: You old fool, you broke your promise! How dare you betray me!

He clenched his fists. Of course, I shouldn't have trusted that insidious, cunning, and manipulative old bee!

Exposing my past? I can't let this slide!

"Severus?"

That same evening, Dumbledore was peacefully teaching Ivan advanced magic in his office when, suddenly, the door burst open.

In stormed Snape, eyes blazing with anger.

His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spat, "Wow, look at this—our great and noble white wizard, once again sharing other people's secrets without a care!"

"Eh???"

Both Dumbledore and Ivan exchanged a puzzled glance. Dumbledore, clearly confused, raised an eyebrow at Snape's sudden outburst.

However, as wise as ever, Dumbledore's instincts quickly kicked in.

He glanced toward Ivan, silently asking for an explanation.

"It seems that Mr. Ambrosius has stirred up a bit of trouble," Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye, though his tone remained light.

After spending some time with Ivan, Dumbledore had come to understand his character well enough to know that he never meant any harm.

He winked playfully at Ivan, signaling that it was time for him to resolve this misunderstanding with Snape before things escalated further.

Cough.

Ivan cleared his throat, feeling slightly guilty. He realized that perhaps talking behind someone's back and revealing their past wasn't the most considerate thing to do.

"Sorry, Professor."

Ivan explained everything he had told Harry, keeping it straightforward.

"That's all you said?" Snape asked, eyeing Ivan carefully.

After hearing Ivan's explanation, Snape secretly let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, Ivan had some sense of discretion and hadn't shared all the intimate details of his past.

"Yes," Ivan confirmed, nodding. "I think Harry, as the person involved, deserves to know at least that much."

Snape couldn't really find fault in Ivan's reasoning. He begrudgingly realized that Ivan had actually shown some restraint.

After all, Ivan was Harry's friend, and being cautious with how much he revealed was a thoughtful decision on his part.

If it had been another hot-headed young wizard eager to boast or gossip, Snape's personal history could have easily become public knowledge by now.

"Prophecy..."

"To know the past and predict the future."

Snape realized he had seriously underestimated Ivan's talent.

This young wizard was terrifying!

Even the Dark Lord hadn't shown such abilities when he first entered school.

"Alright, Severus," Dumbledore interjected gently, directing a few calming words toward Ivan, reminding him not to reveal too much. "Ivan will keep your secrets safe."

"No."

Snape finally snapped back to reality, his gaze narrowing at Ivan. "How much do you really know?!"

At that moment, Snape grasped the true gravity of Ivan's words. His ability to "know the past" wasn't just a figure of speech.

This kid... could it be?

"As you're probably thinking, Professor," Ivan replied calmly, "I can see the past... and the future. Though it's often fragmented and incomplete, I do know a great deal."

Good grief, Snape thought. Ivan's abilities were absolutely terrifying.

The secrets Snape had spent years trying to bury suddenly felt exposed—laid bare in front of Ivan as if peeled away like layers from an onion.

"Absolutely!"

"Tell anyone, AND you WILL regret it!" Snape stood inches from Ivan, barely restraining himself from lashing out. His voice was tense, his teeth gritted in frustration.

"Okay, okay, professor, I promise," Ivan replied with a calm smile, as if the whole situation was merely a friendly negotiation.

He wasn't at all embarrassed about the fact that he'd been speaking behind Snape's back.

Knowing something was one thing, but sharing it recklessly was another.

"I hope you can give me a little... assistance, professor," Ivan added, with a sly smile.

"Assistance?" Snape repeated, momentarily caught off guard. His lips twitched as he quickly understood what Ivan meant. It wasn't "assistance"—this was a threat, plain and simple.

Ivan's unspoken message was clear: Professor, you don't want Harry to find out everything about the past, do you?

"What do you want?!" Snape demanded, incredulous that a first-year student would dare to threaten him—and in front of Dumbledore, no less.

Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the world, and Snape, the formidable Head of Slytherin, both now faced a young wizard who had just started his Hogwarts education but was already playing games most wouldn't dare.

In the wizarding world, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Dumbledore stands at the pinnacle of power.

As for Snape?

He was the Dark Lord's most trusted confidant, the White Wizard's right-hand man, and a master of double-dealing—essentially the wizarding world's ultimate undercover agent in Harry Potter's "Infernal Affairs."

And yet... you dare to threaten me?!

Clearly, Ivan had no idea what it meant to tempt fate.

Snape's gaze shot to Dumbledore, eyes practically screaming, Are you seriously going to let this happen?

But Dumbledore, in his usual fashion of strategic absentmindedness, pretended not to notice.

With an almost childlike delight, he opened the sugar jar on his desk, grabbed a cockroach cluster, and began munching away, completely unfazed.

"Mmm... I do love this flavor," he murmured between bites.

Snape's eye twitched.

He resisted the very strong urge to hex both the headmaster and Ivan on the spot.

What happened to keeping secrets?

And Dumbledore—really—acting like this was no big deal? Meanwhile, Ivan had just casually dropped Snape's secrets like he was reading a plot summary!

"Fine," Snape growled.

"I want to ask the professor to teach me how to duel wizards," Ivan said suddenly, breaking Snape's train of thought.

"What did you say?" Snape blinked, completely thrown off by the unexpected request.

What's going on? Is my dark magic not sinister enough, or are you, Ivan, just too full of yourself? Snape's mind reeled.

A first-year wizard, barely half a month into school, with only a month of experience with a wand—and he wants to duel me?!

"Are you serious?" Snape couldn't find the right words to express his bewilderment. Was this bravery or sheer stupidity?

"Yes," Ivan replied confidently, glancing at Dumbledore, who sat quietly beside them.

Ivan had initially considered asking Dumbledore for instruction.

However, his instincts told him he was far from being able to challenge the legendary headmaster.

He couldn't forget the duel scene from Fantastic Beasts 3, where a much younger Dumbledore effortlessly overpowered Credence, as if disciplining a child.

Compared to Credence, who was in his twenties, Ivan estimated that his own magic power might be on a similar level. And with the advantage of wielding the Fenix Wand, Ivan felt he might even surpass Credence.

But going up against Dumbledore, who had spent sixty or seventy years honing his magical abilities and now stood at the pinnacle of wizardry, was a different matter entirely. Ivan knew he was simply no match for him... yet.

"Originally, I should have been the one to teach him how to duel," Dumbledore finally intervened, just as Snape was about to reject Ivan's request.

"What?" Snape blinked, unsure if he'd heard correctly.

Dumbledore? The greatest wizard of the age, someone even He Who Must Not Be Named feared.

Snape had spent years alongside Dumbledore, and despite his own impressive magical skills, he knew he could never fully grasp Dumbledore's depth of power.

As for anyone challenging Dumbledore one-on-one? Ridiculous.

"Please, Severus," Dumbledore said kindly.

His plan was simple: to help Ivan better control his Obscurus by teaching him through a wizard duel.

Dumbledore had taken quite the interest in Ivan, treating him almost like a favored pupil.

It reminded Dumbledore of the days when he taught Transfiguration and even substituted in Defense Against the Dark Arts—back when his life was filled with teaching bright young minds.

But Snape? Snape felt a sharp pang in his temple. This was absurd.

"Do you even realize what you're asking?" Snape shot a sharp glance at Dumbledore.

It was bad enough that Ivan had just threatened him a moment ago, but now the boy expected him to teach him how to duel?

This was some twisted joke, surely.

Snape even wondered if Dumbledore had lost his grip on reality, or worse—come down with actual Alzheimer's.

"Alright, fine," Snape sighed in resignation, his voice cold and calculated.

He fixed his intense gaze on Ivan, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. "But don't expect me to go easy on you."

And with those words, Snape had obviously agreed.

"Don't worry, I, Ivan, will keep my mouth shut!" Ivan said with a slight smile. He had only been testing the waters, trying to see if he could reach Snape through Harry.

Unexpectedly, it actually worked.

'Just as I thought,' Ivan mused, 'Harry is the key to reaching Snape.'

There was no doubt that Snape was a valuable asset.

He was a master of potions, an expert in dark magic, and formidable in both practical combat and mental abilities.

It would be a tragedy to let someone like him die as he did in the original timeline, falling to Nagini's fangs. If it was within Ivan's power, he would gladly lend a hand and change that fate.

"Now, let's return to our earlier discussion."

After Snape had left, only Ivan and Dumbledore remained in the headmaster's office.

"Alright, Professor," Ivan replied calmly, sitting before Dumbledore. "You understand better than anyone just how powerful the force of fate truly is."

Before Snape had arrived, Dumbledore had been seeking Ivan's insight into the prophecy.

Dumbledore wanted to uncover the secret behind Voldemort's immortality.

"I can only tell you that the prophecy is true," Ivan began, referring to the prophecy that linked Harry and Voldemort. "One must die at the hands of the other, and only one can survive."

The conclusion had been decided, but the path to that end was still theirs to shape.

Was Voldemort powerful?

Many people assumed he was weak simply because his nemesis was a young wizard still in school. But the truth was that Voldemort was terrifyingly strong.

Remember, Grindelwald was only defeated by Dumbledore, yet Voldemort was destined to die in the narrative.

His death had too many coincidental elements.

With seven Horcruxes, Voldemort had made himself nearly invincible—no ordinary wizard, not even Dumbledore, could destroy him completely.

If it hadn't been for Harry and the prophecy leading to Voldemort's inevitable defeat, who in the entire wizarding world could have ended him?

In simple terms, with the Horcruxes, Voldemort could afford to lose repeatedly, but his opponents had to win every single time.

"Also, the prophecy is not as omnipotent as you might think," Ivan added.

Before Snape had interrupted, Dumbledore had been asking Ivan whether divination or a glimpse into the past could help them discover Voldemort's secret to immortality.

Of course, Ivan already knew that Voldemort's secret lay in the Horcruxes.

But the problem is that there are certain limitations to divining the past.

For example, when Ivan attempted to look into the pasts of Voldemort and Dumbledore, there were some things he simply could not see.

Divination and prophecy are magical in nature. And like all magic, there are means to resist or obscure them.

The gifts of fate seem to come without consequence, but in truth, the price is often hidden.

Who really killed Ariana?

Why did Voldemort survive, despite so many attempts to kill him?

He created multiple Horcruxes—where were they hidden?

And there are other barriers too: targets protected by the Fidelius Charm, certain forbidden magical knowledge—all of these remain shrouded, even to someone with Ivan's abilities.

Even though Ivan knew the original plot from his world, there were still some things he couldn't reveal casually.

"You're right," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, removing his glasses as he considered Ivan's words.

Voldemort, at this moment, may not seem like an immediate threat. His fate is sealed.

However, if they interfere too much, and Voldemort somehow becomes aware of the workings of fate itself, that would be an enormous problem.

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