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Chapter 143: 143: It Was You?

"Ivan, Ivan, look at this."

The next morning, the young wizards were enjoying a sumptuous breakfast prepared by the house-elves in the Great Hall.

"So many Owls!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked up to see countless owls carrying packages in their beaks or talons.

The next moment, a large number of packages fell from the sky, landing in the hands of the young wizards.

"Look at this! Someone broke into Gringotts yesterday!"

"Merlin! How did he do it?"

"It seems that even the head of the Auror Office was defeated by him."

"Not only that, it says the Ministry of Magic dispatched nearly a hundred Aurors but still failed to catch the dark wizard."

The Daily Prophet was almost entirely dedicated to the previous day's invasion of Gringotts, detailing the event as if the reporter had witnessed it firsthand.

"It's terrifying; that's Gringotts."

Ron shivered. "No one has ever stolen anything from there."

"Come on, the You-Know-Who did it," Hermione said, reminding Ron of his selective memory lapse. She pointed out that Voldemort had manipulated Quirrell to sneak into Gringotts at the start of the school year.

"Now there's a second person who can do it. What's so surprising?"

"Completely different," Penelope said. The senior student, who was sitting with them, clearly knew more about the wizarding world than the younger students. "It says here that it was a frontal intrusion. Oh my, do you know what that means?"

"What?"

"He defeated all the guards in Gringotts by himself!"

Because of her familiarity with the wizarding world, Penelope naturally understood the structure of Gringotts and had a general idea of how powerful those hired wizards were.

It was no exaggeration to say that, compared to those hired wizards, she herself wouldn't stand a chance in a fight.

Penelope was exceptionally smart and one of the most talented and skilled witches in the school.

When it came to spells, Penelope could rival those hired wizards and might even be better.

However, in terms of practical combat experience, Penelope was a complete novice.

To put it bluntly, the difference between academics and practitioners was like comparing most wizards who graduated from Hogwarts to battle-hardened hired wizards.

"Ivan, what do you think about this matter..."

Penelope turned to Ivan, curious to hear his opinion, but she noticed his unusually calm demeanor.

What's going on?

Not only Penelope, but Hermione also noticed it.

They saw Ivan fold the newspaper calmly and hand it to Harry, Ron, and the others, who were eagerly clamoring to read it.

"Slurp~"

Ivan took a sip of milk, looking completely unbothered.

"…Ah…"

For some reason, an absurd thought crossed the minds of both Hermione and Penelope:

Could it be that Ivan already knew about this?

But, why?

How did Ivan know?

Yesterday!

At this time yesterday, Ivan had gone somewhere and...

Suddenly, the two women looked at each other, and in that moment, they saw shock and disbelief reflected in each other's eyes.

"This person!"

The person who invaded Gringotts is Ivan!

The realization hit them both simultaneously, and they almost instinctively covered their mouths to prevent themselves from exclaiming and inadvertently exposing Ivan's identity.

"No need to be that shocked, it's actually no big deal."

Ivan didn't speak, but his voice rang in the minds of the two women.

This is an alternative use of Legilimency, a wandless and spellless magic that only wizards like Ivan, whose soul attributes have reached 5 points, can do.

"Is it really you?!"

Penelope exclaimed in her heart. She didn't know if Ivan could hear her, but she still asked: "How did you do it?"

"It's not difficult, senior," Ivan replied telepathically, with a slight smile.

"Just as it's written in the paper—I walked in through the main gate, broke in, and then defeated the guards of Gringotts along with the Aurors who came to stop me."

"That must have been two hundred people, right?"

Hermione's shock was palpable, her mental voice trembling with disbelief: "You were alone... and you won?"

The young witch knew Ivan was exceptionally powerful—she had witnessed him overpower Snape.

Now that nearly a year has passed, his efforts must have improved a lot.

However, facing the siege of nearly two hundred adult wizards, he broke through the siege with his own strength.

"Are you okay?"

Penelope asked worriedly, and Hermione's heart rose to her throat at the senior's words.

"Don't worry," Ivan replied, his tone calm and reassuring. "Their magic didn't even touch my clothes."

To be honest, Ivan was far from impressed.

"I was actually very disappointed," he admitted, not holding back from sharing the truth with the two women.

He gestured as if mimicking someone casting spells. "Most of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic couldn't even properly use the Shield Charm. As for the wizards hired by Gringotts, they were more aggressive—they came at me with the Killing Curse right from the start."

Hermione and Penelope both gasped slightly at this revelation.

"At first, I was surprised too," Ivan continued, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But after fighting for a while, I realized they were just repeating the same handful of spells over and over."

Ivan had discerned a clear difference between the two groups he faced:

The Aurors had solid theoretical knowledge but lacked real combat experience.

The hired wizards, on the other hand, were seasoned in battle, but their magic repertoire was limited.

"Of course," Ivan added, "a few deadly spells are more than enough when the goal is to kill. The Killing Curse, for instance, is practically unstoppable. When you're aiming to take down an enemy, there's no need to rely on spells like Disarming Charms or Stunning Spells."

He paused, his tone turning serious as he addressed the two witches. "In the future, if you encounter hired wizards, be cautious. They're incredibly aggressive."

"This is too dangerous!!"

Hermione's voice trembled with worry, her fear for Ivan evident. "You're taking too many risks. Please, don't ever do something like this again!"

"..."

For a good student like her, I can understand her saying that..

Ivan remained silent for a moment, letting her concern sink in.

Then, as if she couldn't hold back any longer, Hermione blurted out: "Let us go with you!!"

"..pfft" Ivan literally choked on the milk.

She knew her skills were no match for his and that she couldn't contribute in a direct fight.

But there was no way to fight head-on, she could provide logistical assistance, such as helping Ivan conceal his tracks, falsely reporting an alibi, etc.

For Ivan, Hermione's concern as his best friend meant more than any laws of the Ministry of Magic.

Even Penelope seemed to have mentally prepared herself for whatever actions Ivan might take in the future.

"Ehm. I understand," Ivan said, acknowledging Hermione's sincerity. The little witch's concern for him was evident and heartfelt. "Next time, I'll make sure to inform you in advance."

"And senior," Ivan added, turning to Penelope.

"Hmm?" she responded, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

"Do you think my strength is sufficient?"

One of Ivan's purposes in his recent action was to assess his combat effectiveness.

And what he had demonstrated during the Gringotts intrusion was before his latest breakthrough in magic.

If he had acted now, after the breakthrough, Ivan was confident he could unleash a powerful spell and raze Gringotts entirely, from top to bottom.

It was this kind of devastating, natural disaster-like power that made Ivan fearless of the Ministry of Magic.

If a conflict ever arose, he knew he had the capability to obliterate any opposition, no matter how many wizards stood in his way.

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Chapter 144: 144: Giving Snape A Little Shock

"Amazing! Can wizards be so powerful?"

Harry stared at the moving photos in the newspaper.

The looping image showed the dark wizard, actually Ivan in disguise, casting the spell Path of other fire god to instantly defeat all the hired wizards.

The young wizards had never seen Path of other fire god before, nor did they fully understand its significance.

But that didn't stop them from being awestruck.

The battle at Gringotts seemed to have opened a door to a new understanding for the young wizards, making them realize that magic could reach such astonishing heights.

Fighting against hundreds of opponents single-handedly and forcing back powerful wizards with a single spell—it was nothing short of legendary.

"So cool!"

The young wizards, especially those who had grown up in the wizarding world, were captivated. Led by Ronald, they expressed a mix of fear toward this wizard's immense power but even more admiration and envy.

Ivan was not Voldemort. He didn't kill indiscriminately.

Even that hired foregn wizard, whose arm Ivan had severed, recovered later under magical treatment.

So, despite the newspapers claiming that Ivan was wreaking havoc everywhere, they also acknowledged that he hadn't caused any major harm. Beyond embarrassing the Ministry of Magic and calling Gringotts' security into question, there was little damage done.

"But who is he?"

On the Slytherin side, the younger students were more interested in Ivan's identity.

How could such a powerful wizard have remained unknown until now?

At that moment, Snape, clad in his usual black robes and resembling a large bat, hurriedly entered the Great Hall.

His eyes locked onto Ivan, who was calmly eating his breakfast.

"Ambrosius, come with me."

"Hmm?"

Ivan looked up at Snape with a calm expression. After a brief moment, he stood up leisurely and followed him out of the hall.

"What happened?"

"Ivan was called away by Professor Snape."

Snape's arrival didn't cause much commotion.

The little wizards were still engrossed in today's Daily Prophet, eager to learn what steps the Ministry of Magic would take next.

Questions buzzed around the hall—whether Gringotts could still be trusted, and if their families would consider transferring their wealth elsewhere.

"What should we do?"

Hermione and Penelope, the only ones aware of the truth, were visibly uneasy.

However, the fact that Snape had called Ivan away didn't necessarily mean his actions had been exposed.

They knew Ivan's standing in Hogwarts.

Occasionally, professors would consult Ivan for advice on certain matters, so none of the otyher students linked the Gringotts intruder with Ivan.

Meanwhile, Snape led Ivan into an empty, secluded classroom.

With a wave of his wand, Snape cast a sealing charm on the room, ensuring no one could overhear or intrude upon their conversation.

"Is this you?"

Snape held up the Daily Prophet, pointing at the image of the dark wizard shrouded in white mist.

"Isn't it obvious, Professor?"

Ivan calmly found a seat and sat down, and this fearless look really made Snape's eyebrows jump wildly.

"Does he know?"

Snape's question referred to Dumbledore.

Snape had mixed feelings about Ivan.

On one hand, Ivan was a student at Hogwarts, and as a professor, Snape felt a certain responsibility to guide and protect him.

But the issue lay in Ivan's unparalleled talent.

In just one year—no, within a single month of enrollment—Ivan had surpassed Snape himself.

"Are you insane?"

Snape gritted his teeth and hissed, "Your magic with white steam is absolutely unique in the wizarding world!"

"And Path of other fire god?!"

"I suspect there's nothing but troll feces in your brain. Don't you realize this is Dumbledore's exclusive magic?"

"Couldn't you use any other spell?"

At the end, Snape's frustration finally bubbled over, revealing his true concern.

He didn't care about Ivan's conflicts with the Ministry of Magic, nor did he care about the goblins at Gringotts.

As for the wizards hired by Gringotts, Snape regarded them as little more than international mercenaries.

Since they dared to cast the Killing Curse on Ivan, they should have been prepared for the consequences of facing him.

What truly worried Snape was Ivan's age—just 12 years old—and the possible psychological toll of having taken a life.

However, according to the reports in the Daily Prophet, Ivan hadn't killed anyone at all.

The most Ivan had done was cut off the hand of a hired wizard.

What else was there to say?

Thinking of Ivan's overwhelming strength that could dominate any battlefield, Snape wanted to sarcastically mutter, "Ivan, truly… you're beyond words. I could weep."

Ivan had shown mercy and spared lives, yet people still questioned whether he had stepped into darkness?

If Voldemort had Ivan's strength, sparing anyone, let alone showing mercy, would have been unthinkable. Forget mercy—Voldemort wouldn't have left a single soul alive in England.

"Professor, are you worried about me?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Snape's piercing glare fixed on Ivan. He wasn't the only one; Professor McGonagall and the other senior professors were concerned as well.

It was well-known among Hogwarts professors that Ivan's abilities were extraordinary.

During past training sessions, a group of professors had once joined forces to test Ivan, leading to the discovery of his magic incarnation.

When they read today's Daily Prophet, at least the head of the houses immediately recognized the figure in the report as none other than Ivan.

"Be honest—how do you plan to handle this situation?"

Snape knew Dumbledore had a soft spot for Ivan, but even Snape couldn't help feeling envious of the favoritism.

Dumbledore... You old fool!

Are you really just going to let Ivan do whatever he pleases, then clean up the mess for him?

If that's not indulgence, I, Severus Snape, might as well drown myself in Potter's shampoo!

"Haah..."

Ivan sighed helplessly and said, "Do you know why Voldemort was able to run rampant in England?"

Snape was momentarily stunned but quickly caught on to what Ivan was implying.

"There's no need to hide anything anymore."

Ivan raised his finger and tapped lightly, and suddenly, the space within the entire classroom shattered like fragile glass under immense pressure.

"...What is this?!"

Before Snape could fully express his astonishment, Ivan moved his fingers again.

The fragmented space, riddled with cracks, reverted to its original state as though time itself had reversed. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

The magical display was beyond extraordinary, even for someone as well-versed in magic as Snape.

While Snape knew of spells capable of producing similar effects, the precision and ease with which Ivan executed the feat were unprecedented.

The wizarding world is so big that there are too many things invented by people, such as time turners, the Philosopher's Stone, and spells like the extension charm which dapples with local space compression and destruction as well as the three Unforgivable curses.

So creating something powerful is indeed difficult, but not impossible.

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