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Chapter 125: 125: Unbreakable Boundary

Money really blinds individuals, huh?

Ivan waved his left hand, grabbing a goblin nearby with an effortless flick of his wrist.

"You!"

"What are you going to do?!"

"Let me go, you robber—!" 

The old goblin's incessant chatter grated on Ivan's nerves. He sighed inwardly, thinking, These ugly little creatures—can't they assess the situation?

I could kill you at any moment—

Yet you're shouting so loudly. Are you truly unafraid of death?

Given the circumstances, the best way to silence him would be to use the Imperius Curse, to wrench the goblin's will from its body.

But Ivan was not inclined to resort to such extremes—not immediately, at least. He didn't often use the Unforgivable Curses.

Apart from a few forays into the darker arts, he had only dabbled lightly in most of them.

It was difficult to resist the allure of black magic. Only by touching it directly could one understand its undeniable, almost unspeakable pull.

Some might argue that power is neutral—neither inherently good nor evil, but rather defined by how it's used.

But Ivan dismissed such notions as naive and overly simplistic.

Power, much like black magic, was a double-edged sword. To deny the inherent dangers of such forces was foolish.

It's like saying feces can be used as fertilizer. Sure, it's true—but no one can deny that it's still filthy.

The same principle applied to black magic.

It amplified the darkness within a person, tempting them further into its grasp. And the deeper one ventured, the harder it became to pull back.

This principle does not change simply because Ivan is more powerful than other wizards.

The corruptive influence of black magic is proportional to one's strength.

The stronger Ivan is, the greater the temptation and influence he can feel from it.

If there ever comes a day when Ivan realizes he has been consumed by black magic, it will already be too late.

Thus, until he gains sufficient willpower to resist the erosion of black magic, Ivan resolutely avoids delving into dark magic with significant side effects.

"What are thinking you robber!!?"

"Sigh, let me show you my creation." Ivan smiled.

"What—?"

"Shock the Mind!"

That said, avoiding black magic does not mean Ivan is powerless to handle such situations.

The core of the three Unforgivable Curses lies in using negative emotions as fuel to inflict irreversible harm on others.

Ivan detests this kind of magic—spells that harm both the target and the caster.

To circumvent this, Ivan has developed numerous alternative spells, some even rivaling the Unforgivable Curses in potency.

For example, his "Shock the Mind" spell is inspired by the Dream Dimension. Its primary effect is to plunge the consciousness of its target into a deep, dreamlike sleep.

Meanwhile, the target's body remains active, entering a state similar to sleepwalking.

Because of this unique characteristic, Ivan refers to it as the Sleepwalking Curse.

The Sleepwalking Curse's effect bears similarities to the Imperius Curse, though it lacks the latter's flexibility.

For one, determining whether someone is under the Imperius Curse can be difficult, as the cursed individual can function and behave like a normal person.

In contrast, a person under the influence of the Sleepwalking Curse is visibly affected.

Their expression is vacant, and their behavior is noticeably unnatural. They obey the caster's commands robotically, like a puppet, making it obvious that they are under a spell.

You don't need negative emotions to control someone's mind.

The minor drawbacks are obvious, Ivan mused. But when faced with overwhelming advantages, a few flaws are negligible.

"You can operate the vault tracks at Gringotts, right?" Ivan asked.

"Yes,"

"Good. Take me to the underground vaults," Ivan ordered.

The old goblin wasted no time, scurrying ahead to lead the way.

Along the route, a few goblins dared to hurl insults at Ivan. Without hesitation, he flicked his wand, sending a few spells their way and knocking them to the ground effortlessly.

"By the way," Ivan muttered to himself, his thoughts shifting.

He suddenly remembered the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who were undoubtedly on their way.

"Ultimate Guardian!"

Ivan's wand materialized in his hand. This time, he chose not to rely on wandless casting. Instead, he unleashed his full strength.

A barrier came to life similar to the one casted in the movie to defend Hogwarts from the death eaters.

Gasp!

A collective intake of breath filled the hall as an immense wave of magic surged forth, expanding rapidly. In moments, the entire structure of Gringotts was encased in a shimmering, impenetrable barrier.

"What is this?!"

Outside Gringotts, the Auror team, led by Dawlish, stood stunned, staring at the dazzling magical barrier that now enveloped the building.

"Ultimate Guardian?" someone murmured in recognition. "Such an advanced spell… who could the intruder possibly be?"

In this era, the Ultimate Guardian spell was primarily used as a foundational enchantment, binding together multiple protective wards to create a unified, nearly impenetrable magical barrier.

But this situation was different.

"Wait," Kingsley Shacklebolt said, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're telling me there's only one intruder in there?"

Kingsley turned to his subordinates, his gaze sharp. "Are you certain?"

"The information provided by the goblins is as follows," one of the Aurors reported. They had attempted to establish contact with Gringotts, but Ivan had already severed all communication between the inside and the outside.

Even the Floo Network had been disabled, leaving no opportunity to exploit potential loopholes.

"How is that even possible..." Kingsley muttered, staring at the dazzling magic barrier before him. There was no need to test it—its power was evident. The sheer intensity of the magic was nothing short of terrifying.

Anyone reckless enough to step into it would undoubtedly be reduced to ashes by the barrier's energy.

"Let's attack it together and break it by force!" Dawlish barked, unable to comprehend Kingsley's hesitation. "It's just a barrier, after all. Magic cast by a single wizard!"

He gestured to the assembled Aurors. There were at least twenty of them present.

The idea that one man could stop them with a mere barrier was, to Dawlish, absurd.

Who did this intruder think he was?

Dumbledore? Or the Dark Lord?

Boom!

Swish!

With that, beams of magical energy shot forth from the tips of the Aurors' wands, colliding directly with the barrier.

However...

Despite the onslaught, the only reaction from the barrier was an intensification of its glow. The spells simply made the shimmering shield even brighter.

But that was it.

The barrier didn't weaken, crack, or falter in the slightest.

It remained perfectly intact and utterly unshakable.

"This is impossible!" Dawlish exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief. His understanding of magical defenses was crumbling before his eyes. "What kind of Ultimate Protection is this casted by just a single wizard? How can it be this strong?!"

You had twenty adult wizards on the scene, attacking together.

So many people, wielding such immense magical power.

And yet—no effect?

The sheer disparity between the two sides was unfathomable.

"It's not completely ineffective," Kingsley observed, his sharp eyes catching subtle changes in the barrier.

He pointed out faint scorch marks in certain areas of the shield. The originally pale gold and white surface now had small red spots—clear evidence of the wizards' previous assault.

"Keep attacking!" Kingsley commanded.

That was the strength of wizards: they didn't rely on a finite supply of magic like some magical creatures did.

As long as they could endure the strain, they could continue casting spells indefinitely—hours on end, if necessary.

"My fellow Aurors! This barrier isn't invincible," Kingsley added firmly.

"We did manage to damage it, but the damage is minimal."

Despite his confident tone, a flicker of doubt crossed Kingsley's face.

He had quickly calculated what it would take to break through the barrier. By his estimate, even with twenty skilled wizards attacking in unison, it would require continuous bombardment for at least thirty minutes.

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Chapter 126: 126: Retreat

Too exaggerated.

Kingsley couldn't help but wonder—if they somehow managed to break through the barrier, could they even hope to defeat the intruder inside?

With such a massive gap in strength, Kingsley feared that even if all the Aurors combined their efforts, they would still fall short against this opponent.

"Call for reinforcements!" Kingsley shouted decisively. "Request immediate support!"

...

"What?!"

At the Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge listened to the report from Gringotts with a mixture of shock and fury.

A dark wizard of unfathomable strength?

The very idea left Fudge rattled.

"Why has such a powerful dark wizard appeared in England?!" he demanded, his voice rising as he slammed the table.

"Who is he?!"

Fudge's thoughts spiraled as he asked repeatedly, "Is he connected to him? Is he a remnant of the Dark Lord?"

For Fudge, Voldemort was the ultimate nightmare—a name synonymous with terror and taboo.

Any mention of a dark wizard, especially one this powerful, being linked to Voldemort would spell the worst possible outcome.

"His identity is unknown," Rufus Scrimgeour replied, already preparing to dispatch more reinforcements. "Additionally, there are both wizards and goblins still inside Gringotts. If the intruder launches a direct attack—"

"Damn it!" 

Fudge hesitated, unwilling to take the risk of ordering a full-scale offensive. His political position depended on public perception, and alienating the wizarding or goblin communities could cost him dearly in votes for re-election.

"It's fine to send more reinforcements, but make sure to emphasize their ranks and authority," Fudge instructed sharply.

At the same time, he had to prepare for an interview to address this alarming incident.

Fudge was no stranger to such situations.

As long as he could project confidence and reassure the public, he knew they wouldn't press further.

In his words: The authority of the Ministry of Magic must never be challenged!

...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A continuous stream of magic beams struck the barrier, each impact accompanied by a burst of sparks.

The sound of Apparition filled the air as more and more Aurors arrived from all over England, joining Kingsley and his team in their assault.

"Although the skill level of British Aurors isn't particularly impressive, there are certainly plenty of them," Ivan remarked as he walked deeper into Gringotts' underground levels, led by the old goblin.

Suddenly, he felt feedback from his magic barrier.

The original calculation—20 wizards attacking continuously for half an hour—was no longer valid. The arrival of reinforcements had significantly reduced that timeframe.

"Then let's reinforce it again," Ivan said calmly.

He waved his wand, conjuring another spell. Beyond the outer perimeter of Gringotts, he erected a second barrier, this one positioned above the underground passage.

"Guardian Resurrection!"

With a sharp flick of his Sycamore wand, a beam of magic shot out, enveloping the entrance of Gringotts, the bank lobby, and all the ornate metal statues near the doors.

In an instant, the lifeless sculptures sprang to life.

The once-static figures began to move, their joints creaking as they swayed and stretched.

One by one, they leapt down from their pedestals and positioned themselves strategically, blocking all passages like a line of sentinels.

"What kind of magic is this?"

After six or seven minutes of concentrated point-to-surface attacks, the Aurors finally managed to tear a small hole in the protective Barrier.

However, as they approached the entrance, what greeted them was a massive metal sculpture standing ominously in their path.

"It's just Transfiguration. Follow me and attack!" Dawlish barked, taking the lead.

He recognized these sculptures—they had previously been mere decorative fixtures in Gringotts.

"Bringing inanimate objects to life? Even low-level wizards can perform this kind of magic."

"Diffindo!"

Dawlish cast a Severing Charm without hesitation, targeting one of the statues at the front.

But to his shock, the beam of magic, which should have utterly destroyed the statue, seemed to vanish upon impact, leaving no visible effect.

"What the fuck?!"

Dawlish froze, unable to comprehend what had just happened. His spell had been completely ineffective.

"Roar!!"

The statue, seemingly provoked by the attack, let out a low, resonant growl.

In an instant, a chain reaction unfolded.

Dozens of statue guards—both large and small—sprang into motion, simultaneously launching attacks against the Aurors who had stepped inside.

"What kind of..? T.. This is no ordinary Transfiguration!" 

Unlike Dawlish, Kingsley quickly recognized the extraordinary nature of the spellwork.

These statues possessed enhanced resistance to magic and had the ability to move independently of their caster's active control—a clear sign of advanced and meticulous spellcraft.

"Advanced Transfiguration!??"

There was no doubt about it—these autonomous statues were the result of truly high-level Transfiguration magic.

This technique was far beyond ordinary spellwork, and only a handful of Aurors within the entire Ministry of Magic could hope to achieve something similar.

"Quick, stop them!" Kingsley shouted, stepping forward.

He cast a Glacius spell at the lead statue guard, attempting to freeze it mid-motion.

The spell succeeded, partially halting the statue in the air.

But even this minor victory left Kingsley inexplicably drained, his magic straining against the immense resistance.

"It's not on the same level at all."

The effort required to simply slow the statue made the disparity in magical power painfully clear.

If Kingsley had harbored any lingering doubts about the intruder's abilities before, they were now completely gone.

He was certain: the dark wizard who had broken into Gringotts was no ordinary foe but a powerful archmage.

An archmage breaking into Gringotts.

What a terrifying thought.

Such a wizard was leagues above anything they were equipped to handle.

Most Aurors in the Ministry of Magic were essentially combat operatives, trained in a limited repertoire of offensive and binding spells.

After graduation, few pursued the rigorous study of advanced magic. For the majority, 80-90% of the magic they learned at Hogwarts had been forgotten or left behind with their professors.

"Notify Dumbledore!" Kingsley ordered, his voice firm.

He cast a glance around at the other Aurors. He knew that if they continued their advance, they would only be walking to their deaths.

Magic was an unforgiving force. The gap between an archmage and an average wizard was like the difference between two entirely separate species.

"What?"

Kingsley's calm realization had not yet reached the other Aurors. They stared at him in confusion, puzzled by his order.

What's going on?

Why had Kingsley suddenly called for Dumbledore?

The Ministry of Magic was its own entity; Dumbledore, though highly respected, wasn't part of their organization. Why involve the old headmaster now?

"Retreat!"

"Everyone, retreat immediately!"

Kingsley, seeing no other option, ordered his colleagues to pull back strategically.

As he had predicted, the moment the Aurors withdrew from Gringotts, the statue guards stopped moving and did not pursue them outside the building.

"This spell is confined to Gringotts. As long as we retreat, they won't attack," Kingsley explained, his tone steady but laced with urgency.

"Haah.."

Relieved for a moment, Kingsley let out a quiet sigh. But his reprieve was short-lived.

Before he could plan the next move, several figures appeared at the scene—among them were Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour.

Accompanying them was an older wizard with a wooden leg and a commanding presence: Mad-Eye Moody.

"How many wizards cast this Ultimate Guardian Ward?"

"And what's the story with the statues inside?"

Moody limped forward, paying little attention to Fudge or Scrimgeour. His magical eye swiveled, focusing intently on the towering statues guarding the entrance to Gringotts.

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