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Chapter 136: 136: He's Gone?

Screech~!

This time, the hired wizards came in droves, their ranks bolstered by goblins. They filled the area, densely packed.

Ivan couldn't help but suspect that Gringotts had summoned wizards from across the whole of Europe.

Haah~

To deal with him, the goblins had clearly gone all out.

"In that case," Ivan said, glancing at the Head of Gringotts, "you're no longer needed."

With a flick of his wand, he tossed the goblin leader aside as if he were nothing.

Under the stunned eyes of the British Aurors, Ivan's body transformed into a swirling white storm.

"Ok! Here I come!"

He rushed headlong into the mass of hired wizards who had surrounded him.

The result of the battle was unsurprising.

It was utterly one-sided.

Another devastating display of overwhelming power.

Moody, Scrimgeour, and the other Aurors had anticipated as much.

Against an Archmage, sheer numbers meant nothing. Human wave tactics were doomed to fail from the start.

"Well, I've had my fun today," Ivan said lightly, standing amidst the fallen mercenaries.

With a graceful bow, he addressed the British Aurors.

"Farewell. If fate allows, perhaps we'll meet again."

Crack~!

In the next moment, with a sharp and crisp sound, Ivan vanished before their eyes.

"Apparition!??"

Scrimgeour's voice broke the stunned silence.

Ivan had used Apparition in a location where Apparition was strictly forbidden.

And he'd done it right in front of them all.

A single wizard had walked through the entirety of Gringotts, starting from the door and leaving behind chaos and defeat.

"He's... gone?"

Scrimgeour tried to trace Ivan's Apparition, but to no avail.

No matter what spell or method he attempted, Ivan's departure was beyond tracking.

This wasn't the standard Apparition used by most wizards—it was a more profound and intricate spatial spell.

To track Ivan's unique form of Apparition, one would first need to have a deep understanding of the Phoenix Force.

Without that knowledge, even comprehending the spell, let alone breaking it, would be an almost insurmountable challenge.

"He's gone," Moody said with a heavy sigh.

He knew how frustrated his two colleagues were at the moment, but the reality was clear—if they couldn't beat him, they simply couldn't beat him, no matter how much they dwelled on it.

"Instead of sulking here, we should focus on uncovering that man's real identity," Moody said briskly, quickly regaining his composure.

Hearing this, Kingsley and Scrimgeour began to recover as well.

"To think that such a dangerous wizard could be hiding somewhere in England—it's unacceptable.."

Scrimgeour wasted no time. He began issuing orders to the Aurors, instructing Dawlish and the others to investigate Ivan covertly.

"Do not," he warned, "under any circumstances, engage him directly."

Ivan's strength was clearly on par with Voldemort or Dumbledore.

If he harbored any ill will toward the Ministry, the Aurors would stand no chance—they'd be taken down in moments.

"I think we should notify Dumbledore immediately," Kingsley suggested.

The proposal was met with unanimous agreement.

At a time like this, having someone as powerful as Dumbledore in the picture was the only way to feel even remotely secure.

Krr! Trr!

Additionally, there was another pressing issue—Fudge and Umbridge.

The two were still cursed, and nothing they had tried so far had worked.

Every counter-curse, every attempt to lift the enchantment, had failed completely.

"..."

Just like the cursed gold coins they had previously encountered, the curse on Fudge and Umbridge was another example of an unreasonably powerful spell.

At this point, their only option was to turn to Dumbledore, hoping that the old headmaster could remove the curse.

On the other side, Ivan had left Gringotts and returned to Hogwarts.

He didn't Apparate directly into the castle; instead, he set his landing point just outside the Forbidden Forest.

"Hmm?"

Ivan stopped in his tracks, his sharp senses picking up on something unusual in the Forbidden Forest.

Though his perception told him he was alone, he knew better.

"Headmaster," Ivan called out, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Have you been waiting for me here for a while?"

There was no need to guess. Ivan already knew who was there.

At Hogwarts, or even in all of England, there was no one other than Dumbledore capable of matching him in magic.

"I'm just taking a walk," Dumbledore said as he stepped out from the shadows of the forest.

The old man's demeanor was calm, showing no sign of surprise or anger at Ivan's recent escapades.

It was as if he didn't care about Ivan's actions at Gringotts at all.

"The moonlight is lovely tonight," Dumbledore remarked with a smile.

Then, with a friendly gesture, he added, "Would you care to join an old man—over a hundred years old—for a little chat?"

"Of course," Ivan replied, falling into step beside Dumbledore.

...

The Forbidden Forest at night was quiet and shrouded in mystery.

In the dense shadows, it felt as though countless unseen eyes were watching the two figures—one old, one young—as they walked deeper into the woods.

The Forbidden Forest, a place that most considered terrifying, seemed more like a private garden for Ivan and Dumbledore as they strolled through it with ease.

Monsters lurking in the forest and dangerous magical plants withdrew into the shadows, observing the two from a safe distance.

Even from afar, they instinctively recoiled, retreating further into the darkness.

The creatures' primal instincts screamed a warning: The two human wizards walking before them were more terrifying than dragons, more dangerous than any magical creature in the forest.

"Gringotts?"

After about five minutes of walking in silence, Dumbledore broke the quiet with a simple question.

"Yeah."

Ivan replied without hesitation, as if he had been expecting it.

"I went there to retrieve some things."

He smiled faintly and added, "But you know, I'm not one to steal from others. I only took what rightfully belongs to me."

"Ah, that sounds very much like you," Dumbledore said, nodding approvingly.

It was clear he wasn't particularly concerned with whether Ivan had actually stolen anything from Gringotts.

But, truthfully, Dumbledore was glad Ivan hadn't resorted to theft.

It wasn't about morality—about being good or bad.

For Dumbledore, it was about the principle. Stealing was cheap.

For a wizard as naturally gifted as Ivan, stooping to theft was unbefitting. It lacked dignity.

The fact that Ivan had openly broken into Gringotts and acted without subterfuge reassured Dumbledore.

It wasn't the method of a thief—it was the bold and confident action of someone who believed in their own power.

After all, Ivan was his disciple, and his openness and willingness to act without deceit were qualities Dumbledore found commendable.

"Don't you blame me?" Ivan asked, curious about Dumbledore's reaction.

"Ha? I don't see why I should," Dumbledore replied with a shrug.

"Didn't you say you were taking back what rightfully belongs to you?"

If it was about reclaiming what was already his, Dumbledore reasoned, it couldn't truly be considered stealing or robbery. It was simply recovering items from the goblins.

"Those cursed gold coins are very dangerous, I wonder what we should do with them," Dumbledore remarked, his tone more serious.

"I know," Ivan said with a nod.

"That's why I have no intention of keeping them. I plan to destroy them immediately."

This admission took Dumbledore by surprise.

"Oh?"

The old headmaster quickly deduced that Ivan was referring to the Soul Coffin and the cursed gold coins it contained.

As for why Ivan claimed those items as his, it wasn't difficult to infer.

For an ancient family like the Ambrosius, it would be entirely plausible for such artifacts to be part of their heritage.

"This is my mission," Ivan added.

Dumbledore, however, misunderstood Ivan's words. He assumed that Ivan was referring to a deeper, perhaps familial duty connected to his lineage.

What Ivan meant, however, was something entirely different.

The system task itself is naturally a kind of mission. If Ivan wants to complete the task, then destroying the Soul Coffin is inevitable.

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Chapter 137: 137: The Magic Of Death

Hua La La.~

Ivan pulled the Soul Coffin out of the traceless extension bag.

Both he and Dumbledore had already spent time studying the magic surrounding it and had determined how to completely destroy it.

However, before that could happen, Ivan still needed to thoroughly study the curse it contained.

The main quest for Ivan's first year at Hogwarts had two requirements:

First, he needed to completely analyze the spells on the Soul Coffin and the cursed gold coins to understand their essence.

Second, he had to destroy both the Soul Coffin and the gold coins, ensuring the curse they carried would vanish entirely from the world.

Of the two, the latter was relatively straightforward.

The real challenge lay in analyzing the intricacies of the Soul Coffin itself.

"Do you need my help?"

Dumbledore stood off to the side, watching Ivan carefully observe the Soul Coffin with his wand, turning it and inspecting it from every angle.

The two of them had already determined the nature of the gold coins' curse.

It was a form of ritual magic, deeply tied to a powerful contract.

Once activated, the curse would latch onto the victim's soul like a parasite, impossible to remove or escape from easily.

Ivan's movements were deliberate and meticulous.

He had no intention of becoming a victim of the Soul Coffin's curse while attempting to complete his task.

The irony of being cursed by something introduced by his own system would have been far too ridiculous for him to tolerate.

"Leave it to me, Headmaster," Ivan said, declining Dumbledore's offer of assistance.

The old headmaster had already done enough. After all, he had turned a blind eye to Ivan's intrusion into Gringotts and his clashes with the Aurors.

The old man watched carefully, curious to see how Ivan would handle the sarcophagus.

Ivan had said he intended to destroy it.

But as far as Dumbledore knew, there weren't many spells capable of destroying such a deeply cursed object.

The simplest and most effective option was Fiendfyre.

Dumbledore wondered if Ivan could master the true Fiendfyre.

With Dumbledore by his side, there would be no risk of the fire spiraling out of control.

More importantly, the experience would give Ivan a firsthand understanding of the destructive nature of black magic, serving as a stark reminder to use such power with caution.

"Just as I thought," Ivan murmured, closing his magic eyes and shutting down his spiritual vision.

"When I was studying the cursed gold coins earlier, I realized something—the source of the curse isn't the gold coins themselves. It's this sarcophagus."

The sarcophagus was the origin of the curse, while the gold coins acted as tools to spread it.

The relationship between the two is like that of the man-eating plant and the sweet nectar.

The gold coins can seduce human greed, and the final harvest is actually the sarcophagus, the carrier.

In other words, the number and type of gold coins have no effect on the curse itself.

Even if all the gold coins inside are destroyed, The Soul Coffin will also take back the lost curse magic and redistribute it to the remaining gold coins.

And if one day, all the gold coins will be broken.

That doesn't matter.

As long as you continue to throw gold coins into the Soul Coffin, the curse it contains can still create more and more powerful cursed gold coins.

To some extent, the Soul Coffin was a terrifying magical artifact.

'No wonder the system asked me to study this thing,' Ivan thought, frowning slightly.

'The curse magic on the Soul Coffin doesn't just follow a simple magical cycle—it replenishes itself.'

"The magic of ...death," Dumbledore said quietly, voicing the answer before Ivan could speak.

"You've figured it out, then?" Ivan asked, unsurprised.

Dumbledore had always been deeply perceptive. It wasn't surprising that he would recognize death magic when it was so present.

"I once searched for the legend of the Deathly Hallows with a friend," Dumbledore said, his gaze distant.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Ivan asked knowingly.

At the mention of that name, Dumbledore's expression froze for just a moment before softening into a small smile.

"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "You know, we were once very close."

He hesitated, then added quietly, "We even said it together: 'For the greater good.'"

The last time Ivan and Dumbledore had spoken about Grindelwald, Ivan had found himself admiring the man's ideals, even if his methods had been flawed.

"Is Harry's Invisibility Cloak one of the Deathly Hallows?" Ivan asked.

After returning from Christmas, Ivan had seen Harry's cloak and asked to study it for a while.

While examining it, he'd sensed faint traces of death magic woven into its core.

"Was it originally in your hands?" Ivan pressed further.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"After James and Lily died, the key to the Potter family vault was entrusted to me."

Dumbledore had obtained the invisibility cloak ten years ago and had studied it for a long time.

The old man did not hide this fact.

As a wizard, curiosity about the power of death was entirely natural.

"So? Did you find anything?" Ivan asked.

"I did," Dumbledore replied. "We all know that there is magic in nature."

The magic of nature is the source of power for magical transformations.

Only when wizards truly understand the laws of magic in nature can they deduce potion formulas, balance their bodies, and harmonize with the magic that exists naturally in the world.

However, the natural magic that Ivan and Dumbledore referred to was not the same as the elemental forces—earth, water, wind, fire—that ordinary people imagined.

The two concepts were fundamentally different.

The former refers to the material composition of nature—the tangible elements of the world.

In contrast, true natural magic is tied to intangible and conceptual forces.

For example:

The magic of death

The magic of the starry sky

The magic of time

The magic of the mind

The magic of fate

These forces exist beyond the material realm and carry a much deeper significance.

"The Death magic was used in the creation of the Soul Coffin," Ivan observed thoughtfully.

"It can operate endlessly, but it's different from the magical cycle of Hogwarts Castle," he added.

"This artifact passively absorbs death magic from the world around it to replenish its own power."

Dumbledore nodded as Ivan's explanation continued.

The magic that sustains Hogwarts Castle works differently.

The source of its power is the young wizards who study within its walls.

"Every young wizard who enters Hogwarts signs a magical contract with the castle."

"And as they live and study here, they provide enough magic to keep the castle running."

In essence, as long as students are enrolled at Hogwarts, the castle's magic will remain endless and inexhaustible.

"So? Are you having any ideas I should be worried about?"

"Haah~ It's too early for me to wield the magic of death," Ivan remarked calmly.

He wasn't tempted by the immense power associated with death magic. Instead of lingering, Ivan took decisive action. He raised his wand and cast a spell on the cursed gold coins and the Soul Coffin.

The powerful spell, fueled by positive emotions, clashed against the dark magic residing within the Soul Coffin.

The opposing forces—positive and negative—began to collide violently, disrupting the intricate magical balance inside the artifact.

Crack!!

A sharp, splintering sound echoed as the Soul Coffin began to break apart.

Before long, it crumbled bit by bit, turning to ashes and vanishing into the air right before their eyes.

"You did it," Dumbledore said softly, his voice tinged with admiration.

"Yeah," Ivan replied simply, as if it were nothing extraordinary.

'And with this, my task should be over' Ivan wasn't surprised.

And as the first-year trial task was completed, the pleasant system prompt sound also rang in Ivan's ears.

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