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Chapter 133: 133: Warning

"Ugh, you really make me sick!"

Ivan had no intention of waiting for Fudge to respond or release the Aurors to act.

With a flick of his wand, a spell shot toward Fudge like a bolt of lightning.

In the next moment, the hesitant Minister of Magic transformed into a green toad, croaking helplessly.

"Ahhh!!"

The sudden spectacle sent shockwaves through the crowd, but none were as loud as Dolores Umbridge, who stood next to Fudge. Her high-pitched scream was reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered.

Several Aurors, acting on instinct, launched attacks at Ivan. But every spell was effortlessly blocked by Ivan's defenses.

"Stop!"

"Stand down!"

Moody and Kingsley immediately intervened, shouting at the Aurors to cease their attacks and avoid further escalation.

"What are you doing?!" 

"I want to leave—why would I need your permission to do so?" Ivan said, his tone dripping with disdain. "It's absurd that the Minister of Magic of this country is nothing more than a politician who excels at power games but lacks any real magical strength."

"And you," he said, casting a glance at Umbridge, "are far too noisy."

Before anyone could react, Ivan flicked his wand again.

This time, Umbridge shrieked as she transformed into a pink toad, joining Fudge on the ground.

"..."

Now, two toads—one green, the other pink—hopped and croaked aimlessly on the floor, much to the stunned horror of the onlookers.

"Undo the curse!"

Kingsley ordered others as he stepped forward to cast a counter-curse on the transformed pair.

But despite his efforts, the spells had no effect.

Fudge and Umbridge remained toads, leaping and croaking incessantly.

"Don't waste your energy," Ivan said calmly.

"The gap between your magic power and mine is far too great for you to lift this curse."

He continued, "This is just a small punishment and a warning. But if you insist on blocking my path, I can't promise I won't consider you an enemy."

With that, Ivan turned to leave. As he moved, he caught snippets of the thoughts emanating from the Head of Gringotts.

Before his arrival, the goblin had summoned additional hired wizards.

If everything had gone according to plan, the goblins would have set up an ambush outside.

"A hundred combat wizards? Quite the show of force," Ivan muttered with a smirk.

He was unfazed. Still, there was no need to waste time in this place.

The previous battle had already given him a clear sense of his current strength.

Unless his opponents included an Archmage on the level of Dumbledore or Voldemort, Ivan was confident he could hold his own against a hundred combatants—emerging victorious time and time again.

Just as Ivan was about to proceed, he paused.

Scrimgeour stepped forward, blocking his path.

"Well, well," Ivan said with a hint of amusement. "It seems the British Ministry of Magic isn't entirely made up of cowards. At least one person here has some courage."

He glanced over his shoulder and continued, "No, make that three."

Behind him, Moody and Kingsley stood ready, wands drawn and pointed directly at him.

Though they had initially refrained from engaging Ivan, the two veteran Aurors now had little choice but to act.

"Remove the curse from them, wizard!" Scrimgeour commanded, his voice firm.

The moment the words left his mouth, all the Aurors present raised their wands, aiming them at Ivan.

But a closer look revealed the truth: many of them were trembling.

Their magical auras flickered unevenly, betraying their fear.

"Ahh~ It seems you didn't take my warning seriously," Ivan said calmly.

He didn't appear troubled at the prospect of taking down more wizards if necessary.

"The Ministry of Magic will not bow to criminals!" Scrimgeour retorted firmly, his stance unyielding as he prepared to stand against Ivan.

Just as described in the original book, Ivan thought, Scrimgeour despises evil and refuses to tolerate even the slightest compromise.

As for Kingsley and Moody…

Their priorities lay elsewhere. Both veteran Aurors were focused on ensuring the safety of their men.

For that reason, they would avoid direct conflict with Ivan if possible—even if it meant enduring verbal insults or humiliation.

But the current situation left them no room for compromise.

Ivan had openly attacked Minister of Magic Fudge and senior official Umbridge. Such an act was nothing short of a blatant provocation to the entire British Ministry of Magic.

Now, Kingsley and Moody had no choice but to engage Ivan, even at the risk of their lives.

"Turr... Turr..."

"Quack… Quack…"

The two toads—formerly Fudge and Umbridge—had completely lost their human consciousness. They had been fully transformed into animals.

"This is not a battle you can participate in."

Moody ordered Dawlish: "Protect the minister."

Dawlish swallowed hard, nodding quickly. Without hesitation, he led the other Aurors away, carefully carrying the two toads in his arms as he retreated.

When Ivan had approached them, Dawlish felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from him—like the weight of a mountain pressing down.

Whether as a man or as a wizard, every instinct in Dawlish's body screamed at him to stay as far away as possible from the dark wizard standing before him.

This reaction wasn't unique to Dawlish.

Nearly all the Aurors felt a collective sense of relief as they withdrew to a safer distance.

Now, on the cliff-like platform, Ivan stood in the center, facing the three most capable combatants from the Ministry of Magic: Scrimgeour, Moody, and Kingsley.

"Come on," Ivan said casually, twirling his Sycamore wand between his fingers. "I'll even let you go first."

His tone was light, almost playful, but the challenge in his words was unmistakable.

"Arrogant!"

Scrimgeour growled, his sharp eagle-like eyes narrowing as he focused on Ivan.

Without wasting a moment, Scrimgeour unleashed several spells in rapid succession, his casting speed remarkable.

Even Ivan couldn't help but acknowledge it.

"Impressive skill," he remarked with a faint smile.

At that moment, Moody and Kingsley joined the attack, coordinating to cut off Ivan's escape routes.

Their spells boxed him in, leaving him no apparent way out.

"Not bad!" Ivan said again, his voice tinged with amusement.

With a swift motion, his wand traced a circular path in the air.

Dong, dong, dong~~

The sound of metal colliding echoed across the platform.

The spells from all three combatants struck Ivan but were stopped cold by a shimmering golden barrier that materialized around him.

Even their most powerful magic failed to penetrate the barrier, leaving only faint scratches on its surface.

"I-Impossible!" Scrimgeour exclaimed, voicing what both Moody and Kingsley were thinking.

All three stared at Ivan in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

How could their combined power fail to even dent his defenses?

"Can an Armor Charm really be this strong?" Scrimgeour muttered in disbelief.

Moody, observing closely, added, "And it's been improved—he's turned the Armor Charm from a basic shield into something resembling full-body armor."

A standard Armor Charm could only defend against spells from a single direction. But Ivan's version was vastly superior, encasing him in a seamless protective barrier, like being wrapped in an iron tube.

There were no blind spots, no gaps.

Unless it was shattered through sheer brute force, there was no way to reach Ivan.

"Expelliarmus."

Ivan smiled faintly, not bothering to explain. With a flick of his Sycamore wand, he sent a glowing red Disarming Charm hurtling toward Scrimgeour.

"Not good!"

Scrimgeour immediately recognized the threat and reacted swiftly. He cast his own Armor Charm, raising a magical barrier to block the oncoming spell.

For a moment, it seemed to work—the red light of the Disarming Charm collided with the shield.

But soon, Scrimgeour found something wrong.

Bang!

The Disarming Charm that was supposed to hit the magic shield of the Armor Charm suddenly turned into lightning, and after several tricky deflections at several angles, it passed Scrimgeour's Armor Charm and hit him hard.

"Ugh—!"

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Chapter 134: 134: Do You Know Who I Am?

"The spell… turned?"

Dawlish stood frozen, unable to process how Ivan's spell had bypassed the Armor Charm entirely.

"Don't use your rigid thinking to define my magic," Ivan replied calmly.

After striking Scrimgeour, Ivan made no move to follow up on his attack. Instead, he turned his attention to Moody and Kingsley, easily fending off their spells.

Kingsley's Time-Freezing Spell was particularly intriguing, and Ivan had to devote a bit more focus to blocking it.

"Magic isn't a fixed procedure," Ivan said, his tone almost conversational as he fought.

"Magic is the power of the mind. As long as our will is strong and resolute enough, we don't have to be constrained by the limitations of traditional spells."

He demonstrated his point with a flourish of his Sycamore wand, unleashing two beams of magical light that shot from its tip.

One beam hurtled toward Moody, the other toward Kingsley, both moving at incredible speed.

If this weren't Gringotts, the two could have used Apparition to evade.

But with anti-Apparition spells in effect, Kingsley was forced to dive to the side, narrowly dodging Ivan's attack.

As for Moody, his wooden leg made quick movements impossible.

Thinking fast, Moody cast Transfiguration, conjuring a metal wall in front of him as a makeshift shield.

Crack!

"This power…"

Moody felt the force of Ivan's magic firsthand. Finally, he understood the overwhelming pressure the hired wizards had been under earlier.

There was no stopping this.

Ivan's spells were simply too powerful, and attempting to block them head-on was nothing short of suicidal for an ordinary wizard.

The metal wall shattered under the impact, and Moody was sent flying backward.

On the other side, Kingsley had just regained his footing.

But before he could launch an attack, the magic beam that had initially missed him suddenly arced through the air, tracing a beautiful trajectory like a meteor, and turned back toward him.

"What?"

It was already astonishing enough that the spell had bypassed an Armor Charm, but what was happening now completely shattered the already fragile perceptions of those watching.

The spell wasn't just bypassing obstacles; it was turning, tracking, and even adjusting its speed—slowing down, speeding up, and seemingly stopping at will.

It was as if the magic had a mind of its own.

The scene left the Aurors stunned and speechless.

"Do you know?..." Ivan said, flicking his wand and sending out several more beams of tracking magic.

They weren't powerful offensive spells—just simple Stunning Spells.

Sitting casually on a nearby stone, Ivan dusted himself off, watching as Moody and Kingsley struggled to dodge the relentless pursuit of the enchanted spells that seemed to have their own intelligence.

"...I was looking forward to this," Ivan said, his voice calm but tinged with disappointment.

"I was hoping for a real fight against strong opponents."

He sighed.

"Unfortunately, you've let me down."

Ivan shifted his gaze to Dawlish, who was trembling and clutching the two toads that had once been Fudge and Umbridge.

"Don't worry," Ivan said with a faint smirk. "I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about the two things you're holding."

He gestured toward the toads.

"Here's some advice—get that kind of garbage out of the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. Letting someone like that hold a high-ranking position is nothing short of a disgrace to Britain."

As Ivan finished speaking, a sudden "bang" rang out.

Without looking, he raised his hand, and an invisible barrier materialized, blocking an incoming spell from behind.

Boom!

Ivan turned his head, his expression unreadable, to find Scrimgeour standing there.

"Impressive," Ivan remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You're in better shape than I thought. Still able to stand, even after taking a hit from my Disarming Spell."

"I am the director of the Auror Office!"

Scrimgeour declared, panting heavily but standing his ground. His determination was evident—he would not yield to Ivan.

"Willpower, huh?"

Ivan noticed Scrimgeour's injuries. It was clear that the man was relying solely on sheer will to stay on his feet.

"I don't dislike people like you," Ivan admitted with a faint smile.

Raising his free hand, Ivan pressed it downward toward the ground.

Suddenly, the cliff beneath their feet began to shift and transform. The rocky surface came alive, reshaping itself into a massive compass that seemed almost otherworldly.

The compass encompassed everyone present. It spun rapidly, and within moments, all of them were relocated to the opposite side of Ivan.

In front of the group stood the trembling Scrimgeour, with Kingsley and Moody lying nearby, utterly drained from the earlier battle.

"You two as well," Ivan said, addressing Kingsley and Moody.

"It's comforting to know that the British Ministry of Magic has talents like you."

Ivan's tone carried an air of authority, almost as if he himself were the Minister of Magic.

"What gives a dark wizard the right to pass judgment on the Ministry of Magic?" Scrimgeour retorted, his voice sharp with defiance.

"Fair point," Ivan said with a shrug. "I can't argue with that."

Despite Scrimgeour's bad temper, Ivan showed no signs of irritation.

In truth, Ivan was surprisingly easy to talk to—especially when it came to those he considered capable.

Moody, for instance, was someone Ivan respected deeply. A man who despised evil and risked his life to hunt down Death Eaters deserved admiration.

Scrimgeour and Kingsley, though less experienced in comparison, shared similar qualities. They had justice in their hearts and refused to bow to evil forces.

Their strength might fall short, but in terms of character, Ivan was willing to extend them respect.

"But don't be so sure. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll be your boss."

Ivan smirked and added, "I still have a lot of time to grow. And circumstances, power, and fortunes can change dramatically over time."

The meaning wasn't lost on the three Aurors.

"You?"

"Minister of Magic?" Scrimgeour said, as though Ivan had just told the most absurd joke he'd ever heard. "A dark wizard?"

"Dark wizard..." Ivan repeated, chuckling softly.

"May I ask you a question, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour?"

"What is it?" Scrimgeour asked, his tone cautious, unsure of what Ivan was up to.

"Do you know who I am?"

As the words hung in the air, the three Aurors exchanged uncertain glances.

The truth was, they had no idea who Ivan really was.

"You don't know, do you?" Ivan said, spreading his hands with a bemused expression.

"See? You don't even know who I am, so how can you confidently judge that I'm a dark wizard?"

"You broke into Gringotts and stole—"

"Stop, stop, stop," Ivan interrupted with a smile.

"I'm not talking about that. I'm asking this—who do you think I am when I'm not in my current appearance?"

This time, even Scrimgeour—stubborn as he was—understood exactly what Ivan was implying.

The wizard Ivan was portraying had indeed violated British law and openly challenged the Ministry of Magic.

But the real question remained—who was Ivan?

They didn't even know the name of the identity he was using now, let alone his true self.

"In other words," Ivan continued, "if I leave here today and return in a few years, or perhaps a decade later, under a different identity—a more glorious one—"

He smiled faintly. "At that time, would it really be impossible for me to become the Minister of Magic?"

His words left the three Aurors momentarily speechless.

Even someone as seasoned as Moody had to concede that Ivan had a point.

They couldn't pierce through Ivan's disguise, which meant they had no way of knowing whether his true identity was innocent or guilty.

For all they knew, Ivan could very well be a law-abiding wizard in his everyday life.

And a law-abiding wizard—especially one with magical skills as profound as Ivan's—would have no difficulty making a name for himself in the Ministry of Magic.

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