Ch 881-886

Seeing the critical situation on the field, the onlookers Harry and the others were also extremely nervous. They deliberately reminded Ivan to avoid them, but before they could make a sound, the scarlet light beam rushed in front of the opponent.

Ivan's complexion remained unchanged, his index finger lightly tapped in mid-air, and a silver-white magic barrier emerged. Crimson light beams and splashing gravel hit it, causing ripples...

"Spell without a rod?!" Macchiban widened his eyes, propped his hands on the wooden table, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Flitwick on the side was equally surprised, but he corrected it. "Should be cast without a rod or curse..."

In the gap between the two of them, Ivan made another move. He slightly bent his right hand and snapped his fingers. In the crisp sound, the sharp rocks that had not yet landed quickly deformed and turned into one. A sharp short spear scattered towards the three people in front of him.

From passive defense to launching an attack, a series of actions were completed in just two seconds...

Thompson, who was still annoyed that he should keep his hands one second before, raised a warning sign in his heart the next second.

Faced with a dozen short spears that shot at him, Thompson's brain failed to react for a while, but fortunately, his rich combat experience made his body move first, and when he perceives danger, he can easily rush to the right. , Rolled on the ground several times before reluctantly avoiding...

After he climbed up from the ground embarrassedly, he looked at the scene in front of him, and he couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath-one of his colleagues was being nailed to the ground by fifteen short spears in a human-shaped stroke, and The instigator, Ivan, was looking over here, faintly flashing a dazzling red light on the fingers of his right hand.

"Protegos~ (armor bodyguard Thompson felt his scalp numb, and without hesitation he blessed himself with an iron armor curse, feeling a little relieved.

However, the protective spell he had high hopes for did not have any effect. The crimson light beam penetrated it almost instantly and hit him directly.

Thompson only felt as if he had been hit by a speeding carriage, his body was directly lifted out, and the wand in his hand also dropped out...spinning in mid-air and falling into Ivan's hands.

The last remaining Auror wanted to rescue Thompson, but when he waved his wand to cast a spell, he was horrified to find that he became dumb, his mouth and tongue were like knotted, and he didn't listen at all. His call.

Is it a lock tongue curse?

The Auror realized this immediately, his face was full of amazement, because he didn't even find out when the opponent cast the spell!

When Ivan turned his gaze to him, the Auror quickly put down his wand and raised his hand to surrender. It's shameful.

Seeing that the other party was so acquainted, Ivan didn't mean to embarrass the Auror. He waved his hand to release the Tongue Sealing Curse, then looked at the invigilators on the stage and asked.

"Does the second exam need to continue? Professor?"

"No, no, you have passed, Hals!" Professor McGonagall was the first to recover, and said with a wry smile looking at the disgraced Thompson and others.

Although she knew that Ivan's strength was extraordinary, she did not expect to exaggerate it to such a degree!

Three elite Aurors teamed up and were defeated in one face-to-face meeting, let alone students, even their invigilators could not do it.

You should know that in the original exam plan, Ivan only needed to figure out a way to hold on to the beaters for a while, crack and resist the next curse.

However, Ivan was uneasy and unreasonable to play cards, using his own way to treat his body, and in turn taught Thompson and others a lesson, returning all the spells they had released.

"It's amazing, I can't imagine that someone can master such high-end magic skills at such an age... You are definitely the best student ever at Hogwarts!" Richard Gorsak applauded while applauding. , Said admiringly, he had overestimated Ivan as much as possible, but he didn't want the other party to repeatedly break his perception.

Pierce and Macchiban did not have any objections. Flitwick even thought that the next spell test was no longer necessary, because Ivan's wandless and non-cursive spellcasting skills made him a master of this spell. The professor feels ashamed!

Although magic is a manifestation of the wizard's will, traditional wands, spells, and gestures are just tools to reduce the difficulty of casting spells. In theory, any wizard can gradually reduce the steps of casting spells after hard training.

For example, these teaching professors basically master similar skills in their respective areas of expertise. They can omit one or two casting steps when necessary, so that they can take the lead in battle and suppress the enemy, but they want to completely abandon foreign objects. The casting of spells is almost impossible!

In Flitwick's impression, apart from Ivan, only the dead Headmaster Dumbledore and Voldemort could do this.

Ivan smiled, not paying attention to the praises of several people, and very modestly attributed his "small" achievements to the guidance of the professors.

"Of course, this is also inseparable from the help of Principal Dumbledore." Ivan thought for a while, and added that he always found a reasonable reason for the rapid growth of his strength, and Dumbledore died just right. It can cover him perfectly.

"No wonder ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but besides him, no one else can teach you." Richard Gorschak said with emotion.

The second exam ended smoothly, and Ivan was naturally unavoidable in the next spell test. He took out his wand again and rehearsed all the basic spells in the most standard posture, and soon got the wheat Unanimous approval from Ge et al.

Only the final divination lesson made Ivan feel a headache. As the chief examiner, Trelawney insisted that he find the so-called fate sign from a polished crystal ball.

Ivan stubbornly stared at the crystal ball pretendingly, and meditated for five minutes. He could not see anything but his own reflection. In annoyance, he simply cheated by using Desperate Mind to cheat what Trelawney wanted most. After the answer was given, I kept my all-O (outstanding) grade.

"Congratulations, Mr. Hals, you passed the N.E.W.T. exam with excellent results. No, it should be said to be perfect!" After several tests were completed, Marchiban announced the results in public with a smile.

There was a burst of cheers in the auditorium. Everyone present witnessed Ivan's superb magic spell skills. The appearance of the three blowers in their gestures made them admire...

"You are amazing, Ivan, I know you can do it." Hermione stepped forward excitedly and gave Ivan a big hug, excited as if she passed the exam. .

"As the first student ever to graduate from Hogwarts by skipping a grade, you must be included in the annals of history. I didn't expect that we would graduate together this year..." George and Fred also said with a smile.

Ivan hugged Hermione first, then looked at the Weasley brothers and asked. "Have you thought about what to do after graduation?"

"Of course we will continue to run the joke toy store. We even rented the shop. We can officially open it in the most lively area of ​​Knock Down Alley in a few days!" George said happily.

After several years of hard work, they finally got Mrs. Weasley's approval to conduct research or sell joke toys.

However, the premise is that this time the N.E.W.T. exam does not fail, otherwise they will definitely be scolded.

"Then I will congratulate you in advance." Ivan said with a smile, throwing away the thoughts in his heart.

Considering that George and Fred are talented in developing alchemy items, he also planned to let them participate in the research on the magicalization of Muggle technology items. Now it seems to be forgotten.

There should be a large number of wizards in the Department of Mysteries who are proficient in alchemy. There is really no need for George and Fred to leave their favorite careers.

"What about you, Ivan? Are you planning to enter the Ministry of Magic after graduation?" Fred asked curiously. Although he has no interest in politics, he can see many big figures in the magic world from this graduation exam. They are very optimistic about Ivan, and even the Daily Prophet praises him every day.

If he is willing to enter politics, Fred even thinks that Ivan can break the record again and become Minister of Magic before the age of twenty-five.

"No, the position of the Ministry of Magic is not suitable for me. I should go back to teach at Hogwarts." Ivan shook his head and said.

For a powerful wizard like them, the position of the Minister of Magic is not that important.

Heavy government affairs and complex political struggles will consume a lot of precious time. It is the best choice to stay behind the scenes and remotely control the Minister of Magic, so even in the original time and space, it is not rare to control the position of Voldemort of England.

After all, wizards are different from Muggles, and they don't need to rely on a group to gain power to stabilize their position.

If you really need him to stand in front of the stage one day, it will be no trouble. The position of the principal of Hogwarts is actually no different from that of the Minister of Education. You only need to accumulate a high enough reputation and get the recognition of most people and go directly to the past. There is nothing wrong with being Minister of Magic, Dumbledore is the best example...

"That's really a pity, if you become a minister, wouldn't we be able to walk sideways in the magic world." George joked with a little regret.

Ivan was a little bit dumbfounded. It turned out that they were making this idea. Just as he was about to say something, the system prompt in his mind rang.

[Task: Rise of the Dark Lord (completed)

Mission: To rule the British magical world

Task progress: 100%

Legendary value: 4

...]

Seeing this prompt, Ivan was taken aback for a while, and then quickly reacted.

In fact, after Voldemort's death, the progress of the mission to rule England soared to ninety-nine percent, only one percent of the final.

He was wondering before, but he didn't expect to remind him now that the mission was completed.

Ivan thought for a while, and felt that something must have happened just now, and the system hasn't made any mistakes so far.

Could it be that Grindelwald couldn't hold back the black magic and died on the spot?

Of course, it is also possible that the Death Eaters who fled have been arrested today...

In contrast, he believes the latter more, because it is not realistic to expect Grindelwald to die suddenly.

"What's the matter? Ivan?" George and Fred couldn't help but ask when seeing Ivan not saying a word, looking in a trance.

"It's nothing, I just saw Secretary Pierce looking for me, I have to go there first." Ivan lied with a thought.

"Then you go quickly, probably because the Ministry of Magic intends to reward you or something." Hermione urged.

Ivan nodded, and after sending a message to Pierce through the magic mark, he walked out of the hall to the remote part of the castle.

Pierce, who was chatting with a few old friends, immediately paused, hurriedly bid farewell to Richard Gorshak, and followed in stride.

"Your Excellency Hals, you suddenly called me to come over, is there something important to order?" Pierce looked around and saw that there was no one around, he said nervously.

He even wondered whether today's examination process was not arranged properly by himself, which caused the atmosphere of the scene to be not enthusiastic enough, which caused the other party's discomfort.

"You have done a good job recently, Pierce...Should all the Death Eaters who fled have been caught? Why didn't you report the news to me?" Ivan asked casually.

Pierce's heart squatted, and he hurriedly explained. "We have captured fifteen Death Eaters, and a few werewolves have been hiding well. It was not until last night that the Aurors found their tracks~www.mtlnovel.com~ I originally planned to capture them all. I'll let you know again."

"I hope so..." Ivan stared at Pierce for a while, but didn't reveal the cautiousness of the other party. After a simple beating, he continued to ask. "Where is the secret person? Did you find it?"

"After verification, the secret is Peter Pettigrew!" Pierce wiped the sweat from his head and said sighfully. "The mysterious man transformed him into a monster that was half human and half a corpse, then washed away the memory and buried it under the ground... It took several days for the Aurors to dig him according to the clues provided by Snape. Came out."

"No wonder..." Ivan muttered to himself.

He underestimated the cruelty of Voldemort. In order to ensure that the Curse of Courageous Loyalty would not be cracked, he even transformed Little Star into a monster that didn't need to eat or breathe, and then he was buried in the grave as a corpse.

Had it not been for Snape to gain Voldemort's trust, and get some clues from the side, I am afraid they would never find the position of the secretaries.

But speaking of Dwarf-Peter is really miserable. Before Voldemort was born and died, he made great contributions, but the final outcome was that life was worse than death, and he was beaten to **** by his master Voldemort...

"This is what happens when you follow the wrong person!" Ivan said with a sneer.

Dwarf-Peter was afraid of Voldemort's power and willingly betrayed his friend and became a running dog of the other side, but he forgot that Death Eaters are not so good!

Voldemort was not only cruel to his enemies, but also merciless to his own people. The so-called Death Eaters seemed to Voldemort to be just humble servants, and they could be abandoned at any time if needed.

"You are right, Dwarf-Peter, this is deserved..." Pierce hurriedly agreed, and then hesitated as if thinking of something.

"By the way, Your Excellency Hals, the people from the International Federation of Wizards are going to see you..."

"See me?" Ivan raised his eyebrows, somewhat puzzled in his heart, what did the people from the International Wizarding Federation suddenly ask for himself?

Is it related to Grindelwald?

But even so, the other party should talk directly to Pierce, the Ministry of Magic.

In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, when he asked Pierce to report to the International Wizarding Federation, he didn't mention anything about himself at all.

"I suspect they may have found some evidence against you..." Pierce explained cautiously.

"Really?" Ivan glanced at Pierce, and he couldn't help but wonder if the acting minister was so tired and crooked, he secretly stumbled himself, otherwise, how could the other party find out that he was a little wizard who has not graduated yet? On?

But after thinking about it, Ivan still ruled out this possibility. Pierce was not stupid enough to come into contact with the Wizarding Federation to plan against himself in order to fight for power, and the feedback from Sensational Thought also confirmed this.

"Do you know what they probably found?" Ivan pondered for a while and asked.

"They suspect that Grindelwald's escape is related to you!" Pierce said succinctly.

"Why do these people think that?" Ivan was a little bit dumbfounded, thinking that the people of the International Wizarding Federation were simply inexplicable. What good would it be for him to let Grindelwald go?

"I don't know about this..." Pierce said with a wry expression.

In fact, like the people in the International Wizarding Federation, he also doubted that Grindelwald's escape was related to Ivan.

After all, the dark lord spent more than fifty years in prison, but after Ivan went to Neumongaard to contact him for a few days, Grindelwald suddenly ran away. There was nothing in it. Contact him is not believed!

Maybe Ivan was planning some earth-shattering conspiracy secretly before letting the opponent out...

Of course, Pierce's thoughts can't be hidden from Ivan's fascination.

While speechless, Ivan also felt a little angry inexplicably.

Could it be that in everyone's mind, he is such a person? !

Ivan stared at Pierce for a long time, but in the end he swallowed the questioning words. If possible, he didn't want to expose his identity as a master of the gods, because no one would want his thoughts to be transparent in front of others. .

With this in mind, Ivan let Pierce go and asked about the details of the International Wizarding Federation. He had limited knowledge of this so-called international organization, and he didn't quite understand why the other party could control England.

Under Ivan's question, Pierce naturally didn't dare to conceal a little bit, and immediately gave Ivan the popular science.

Because the vigorous witch hunting movement in the Middle Ages caused great troubles to the lives of wizards, the wizarding governments, which were hostile to each other and rarely communicated, had to unite and discuss ways to deal with it. The International Federation of Wizards is Born on this background!

Its purpose is to provide a platform for wizards from various countries to communicate and cooperate to counter the threat posed by Muggles. For example, the famous "International Wizarding Joint Secrecy Act" is signed in the course of quarrels and debates. of.

"It looks a bit like the United Nations of Muggles..." Ivan touched his chin, thinking to himself, and the international situation in the wizarding world was somewhat similar to that of Muggles.

The war initiated by Grindelwald 50 years ago was equivalent to World War I and World War II. It severely damaged the entire European magic world and enabled the rise of emerging North American wizards.

Because it is far away from the European continent, the situation in England was better than that in other countries, but not long after Grindelwald was defeated, another native Voldemort came, entangled with a group of Death Eaters who persecuted non-pure-blooded wizards in England. Compatriots.

If it were conspiracy theories a little bit, Ivan would have to wonder if Voldemort was specially trained by the North American Magic Congress...

On the basis that the European magical world is broken, the International Wizarding Federation is of course faintly controlled by the North American side.

"Your Excellency Hals, do you need me to rebuff them?" Pierce noticed that Ivan was not too cold with this wizarding international organization, so he proactively proposed.

"No! Since they want to see me so desperately, then see me!" Ivan said with a sneer.

England is his turf, and Ivan wants to see what waves these people can make...

"Understood, I'll send someone to inform the Wizarding Union to make an appointment." Pierce nodded and said.

Saying goodbye to Pierce, Ivan returned to Gryffindor's lounge alone.

After a round-trip effort, Ivan was surprised to find that the rest room had changed its appearance. The surrounding walls were hung with colorful lights, red lion flags were floating in the air, and a big banner was drawn in the middle. , The name of every graduate is written on it, maybe it is a graduation party?

"You are the only one left, Ivan!" George and Fred happily pulled Ivan into the lounge, and the little wizards of Gryffindor also asked Minister Pierce all in a hurry to come up. What kind of reward was given to him.

"They must have given you a lot of Jin Jialong~www.mtlnovel.com~ right? You are the first wizard in Hogwarts history to graduate early!" Ron said expectantly.

"This is too vulgar!" Seamus said with a grudge. "I guess the Ministry of Magic is going to write you in "Chronicles of British Events"!"

Ivan was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the people, and he couldn't tell the truth. In the end, he could only evade the fact that the Ministry of Magic planned to make a pure gold medal for him as a reward, but it would only be sent over a while.

The hustle and bustle of the graduation party lasted all night.

George and Fred specially prepared a lot of fireworks and all kinds of weird magic toys, which messed up the lounge, and finally even persuaded the elves to move the little wizard's dinner to the lounge...

In such a cheerful atmosphere, Ivan temporarily put aside the worries of the Wizarding Federation and spent the whole night with them...

It's a pity that the good mood didn't last long, because the people from the International Wizarding Federation came faster than Ivan expected.

In the evening of the next day, Pierce walked into Hogwarts with four strange wizards.

"This is Director Conor of the Magic Congress of North America!" Pierce pointed to one of the lean and capable wizards and introduced.

"Hello, Your Excellency Director!" Ivan stretched out his hand and shook Conor lightly.

"I've heard of you, Hals!" A smile appeared on Conor's face, but his eyes were full of scrutiny. "The newspaper says you are the most talented wizard in England, Dumbledore's proud pupil?"

"Principal Dumbledore is always happy to help the students who ask him for help... I was just fortunate enough to get some guidance from the principal." Ivan said ambiguously, and he didn't know the other party's intentions. I intend to say too good about the relationship between myself and Dumbledore.

"I don't know what's the reason for Director Conor to find me in such a hurry?" Ivan added.

"Halse, can you tell me where you were on the day Grindelwald escaped from prison?" Conor's smile suddenly gathered up, looked at Ivan, and asked.

Ivan said without hesitation. "Of course it was at Hogwarts..."

"Don't try to lie in front of me!" Conor interrupted with a gloomy face before Ivan was finished. "As far as we know, when Grindelwald attacked Hogwarts, you were not in the castle. Someone saw that you were late for half an hour after the incident."

"In addition, after receiving the letter from Minister Pierce, the International Wizarding Federation immediately dispatched the Aurors to investigate. According to their report, traces of three people were found near Newmengard..." Connor Er said word by word.

This doesn't mean anything... Ivan subconsciously wanted to retort, but after using the sensational mind to detect some of the memories that emerged in Conor's mind, he immediately stopped the words.

Because among the Aurors sent by the International Federation of Wizards to Newmundgaard, some have mastered a unique magic that can restore the corresponding magical image based on the magic traces remaining on the battlefield.

However, as Pierce notified it one day late, the traces of magic left in Numengaard had disappeared a lot, so the International Wizarding Federation did not get the complete image data, but only knew that he had been there.

Realizing this, Ivan turned his voice and directly admitted it. "Well, Director Conor, as you said, I was indeed no longer at Hogwarts, but at Newmundgard..."

Conor was a little surprised why Ivan suddenly became so refreshed, but he didn't think much about it, but continued to question him. "What did you do to Newmundgaard at that point in time?"

"I received a report from Shining the house elf, which told me that Voldemort had gone there and had a fight with Grindelwald." Ivan explained patiently.

"House elf? Why did it know this news?" Conor asked reluctantly.

"Neumundgaard has been abandoned for many years, and there is only one prisoner, Grindelwald. Without the care of the house elves, I am afraid that he would have died long ago. Wouldn't Director Conor fail to understand this?" Ivan was very upset by the series of questions, and said slightly sarcastically.

Conor didn't care about Ivan's thorny words, speaking slowly. "I'm just wondering, why did that house elf want to tell you this news? Besides, since you know that Grindelwald is fighting Voldemort, why dare you go to Newmontgard?"

"Just click, Director Conor, what on earth do you want to ask?" Ivan's face suddenly became cold.

"Did you release Grindelwald?" Conor asked aggressively.

"Why should I do this? It won't do me any good to let him out!" Ivan sneered.

"This is not necessarily true. More than fifty years ago, there were many wizards as gifted as you who were bewitched by Grindelwald's words...especially when you asked him...I heard that Grindelwald killed that day. Dead Voldemort, the famous Dark Lord in England? Did you make some agreement with him?" Conor stared at Ivan, trying to see something in his reaction.

In Conor's view, Grindelwald has been imprisoned for decades, and it is absolutely impossible to escape from the tower of Numongarde, so someone must have provided him with help, and the little wizard in front of him is theirs. Suspect the candidate, after all, the other party happened to appear in Newmontgard that day.

However, contrary to Conor's expectation, under his repeated questioning, Ivan did not show panic or fear, but calm and scary.

Conor's heart was inexplicably stunned, but this feeling was quickly suppressed by him, and he had no reason to be afraid of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old little wizard.

Thinking of this, Conor threatened again. "Considering that you are not an adult this year, I can open a page. As long as you honestly cooperate with our investigation, the International Wizarding Federation will never embarrass you!

But if you are not going to tell the truth...the newly renovated Newmontgard will probably have one more prisoner! "

Conor's threatening words made Pierce tremble with fear. He quietly moved away from a few people, so as not to wait for the Heart Drilling Curse and Killing Curse that suddenly flew over—how could they dare to speak to this demon like this... …

"Grindelwald's escape has nothing to do with me~www.mtlnovel.com~ As for your questions, I can also answer!" Ivan's tone became heavier and heavier, and his patience had reached his limit.

"That's because there is only me in Hogwarts, who can retreat in the face of Grindelwald and Voldemort. Those house elves know this well, and naturally they won't go to other people..."

Conor was amused by Ivan's words, and the Aurors in the North American Congress behind him couldn't help laughing.

"I have read the newspaper yesterday and admitted that you are very talented, Hals, but the power of Grindelwald is far from what you can imagine..." After Conor laughed, his face quickly became serious. Up.

He was able to become the director of the North American Magical Investigation Bureau at the age of thirty, and he was naturally an out-and-out genius. Although he did not get the appreciation of big people like Ivan, he graduated early, and he threw himself in the exam and defeated him. Several Aurors who released the water, but also achieved the due honor with all O (outstanding) results.

So Conor knows very well that even if he is talented and limited by age, energy, and combat experience, no matter how strong he is, it is only the level of an elite Auror. The exaggerated statements in the Daily Prophet may not be credible...

Just as Conor was thinking about it, a feeling of palpitations suddenly came to his mind.

"Have you really seen a genius? Director Conor... Don't use your shallow insights to measure our strength..." Ivan said casually, his eyes turned into orange-yellow vertical pupils, a terrifying dragon Wei gradually permeated this fairly wide classroom.

Conor stared at these eyes, only feeling that he was strangling his throat by the **** of death, his breath was being pulled away a little bit.

In a trance, the figure of Ivan Hals seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and he was as small as an ant in the ground...

"If you have any doubts about my remarks, your Excellency, you can try it yourself..." Ivan stepped forward, and the faint noise of his shoes on the floor was like the sound of a drum stirring Connor. Your tight nerves.

Conor swallowed hard, shuddering all over, and the hand holding the wand was faintly trembling.

Before today, he would never believe that one day he would be pressed by a young wizard with his aura to the point where it would be difficult to move bullets.

The little wizard in front of him even reminded him of the attack on Grindelwald, the Magical Capitol of North America a few days ago. That terrifying man forcibly took away the vice chairman of the Congress in front of all of them. More than sixty guards of the Auror were in charge. In front of the opponent, it was like a chicken dog, easily defeated.

Conor will never forget the gaze Grindelwald looked at himself before he left. It was indifference, like looking at the sight of a wild dog on the side of the road...

In addition to Conor, the three Aurors who followed in were similarly facing enemies, but they were not the target Ivan deliberately targeted, so they still retained a certain amount of action ability under the pressure of aura.

But this was obviously not a good thing. Just after Ivan stepped forward again, one of the Aurors could no longer stand it, and pulled out the wand, and his movement quickly aroused. In a chain reaction, the other two Aurors also subconsciously drew the wands from their waists...

Don't do it... Conor subconsciously wanted to shout, but it was still a step too late. When the pressure reached its extreme, the string called sanity broke almost instantly.

"Expelliarmus~ (except your weapon The Auror who stood in the front row took the lead, shouting like a vent.

Almost at the same time, the two colleagues in the rear also attacked tacitly, and two light beams of various colors flew toward Ivan.

It's over... Conor's mind suddenly flashed this thought, and then a bright light occupied his vision, and the violent explosion sounded in his ears in the next second.

The entire classroom shook violently, the tables and chairs around it exploded, and the turbulent air wave rolled over Conor to the ground.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the pressure of the aura that originally locked him firmly disappeared at this moment, and Conor climbed up from the ground stiff hands and feet, and quickly looked around.

Ivan Hals was still standing not far in front of him, looking calm and relaxed, while the three law enforcement Aurors of the International Wizarding Federation had fallen to the ground, looking more miserable than one.

The wizard who initiated the disarming curse had his wand in his hand beaten into two pieces. The other two Aurors were petrified all over, and the other was fainted by the aftermath of the blasting curse, covered in blood. .

"How dare you... dare to attack the Auror openly!" Conor gritted his teeth, his anger was extreme, but under Ivan's indifferent gaze, the extremely loud voice at first became weaker and weaker, and finally nearly Inaudible.

"Don't be slanderous, Director Conor, it's clear that these Aurors blatantly attacked an innocent student at Hogwarts!" Ivan raised his eyebrows and corrected dissatisfiedly. Then he shook his wand and continued.

"In addition, my wand is here. If the International Federation of Wizards has any doubts, it can be tested. At best, I have released a few defensive spells. Blasting spells, petrifying spells, and disarming spells are just a few of them. Mr. Auror's handwriting..."

He just bounced back the curse of these people.

Conor was almost fainted by Ivan's shameless beating, but he was afraid of the opponent's understatement and defeated the strength of the three Aurors. Conor had to turn to Pierce, who had been forgotten by him before, and looked forward to it. The Minister of Magic can help him put pressure on the other side together.

However, Pierce seemed to be blind suddenly, and didn't say a word during the conflict, and didn't even look at him.

Seeing that Conor didn't give up, Ivan sneered, looked at Pierce and spoke. "Minister Pierce, does the International Wizarding Federation have the right to attack the people in England?"

"Of course not!" The sculptural Pierce came alive in an instant, assuming a righteous gesture. "I will never allow anyone to do anything wrong in the British magic world! Even if he is the executive director of the International Wizarding Federation!"

"Director Conor, please also invite you and several of your men to the Ministry of Magic for review... wantonly attacking an underage wizard, and used a deadly blasting curse in the battle... This is a felony! "Pierce said very seriously.

He clapped his hands, and a few seconds later, Dawlish rushed in from the door with more than a dozen strikers, and surrounded the group of people from the Wizarding Association.

Shouldn't we be in the same group? Conor's face was dumbfounded. Before he could figure out the situation, the striker who rushed in took his wand and fell to the ground.

Conor almost doubted whether the little wizard in front of him was Pierce's illegitimate child~www.mtlnovel.com~ so that the Minister of Magic, at the expense of North America and the Wizarding Federation, had to reverse black and white...

He tried hard to resist, but he couldn't escape the restraint of Dawlish and others. Thinking of Pierce's indifference and ruthlessness, Conor's heart suddenly sank. If he were taken away like this, his fate would never be better...

Even if the North American side can fish him out, the delay these few days will be enough to make myself suffer.

Thinking of this, Conor hurriedly said. "Wait, Mr. Hals, this is probably a...misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Ivan waved his hand and motioned to Dlex to wait a while, and asked curiously.

"You said before that if you have doubts about your rhetoric, you can experiment with it yourself... So several of my subordinates just wanted to personally verify your strength before they suddenly started their hands..." Conor was very satisfied. An aggrieved utterance explained.

"It turned out to be like this..." Ivan suddenly realized that he seemed to remember that he had said this before. He looked at Conor and reminded him earnestly. "But next time you must remember that you need to show duel etiquette before conducting friendly discussions... Not everyone is as reasonable as I am!"

Reasonable? Talk about the truth!

Conor cursed secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to offend the slightest, so he had to be patient and reluctantly said. "I will faithfully relay Mr. Hals's reminder to them..."

"That's good!" Ivan stared at Conor for a while, and after a long time he motioned to Dlex to lift the curse for the Aurors of the International Wizarding Federation.

After regaining consciousness, these Aurors were much more honest than before, and they yelled before they came together, and their faces were even more embarrassed.

The three of them teamed up to deal with an underage kid head, and they were defeated in a single encounter. They immediately wanted to find a place to sew in, how they could be tough.

Fortunately, remembering the record in the Daily Prophet yesterday, several people quickly re-adjusted their mentality. Those British strikers also had the same experience as them. This fully shows that it is not they are too bad, but the other party's spellcasting. The ability is really amazing...

But they really didn't expect that the Daily Prophet would not even brag and report truthfully...

Seeing Ivan let go of several of his subordinates so easily, Conor couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and the robe on his back was soaked with sweat.

If the other party is really ready to forcibly capture them, then he has no solution other than praying for the North American side to get him back through diplomatic means.

"Mr. Hals, please forgive us for our previous offense." After Conor calmed the emotions of several Aurors, he looked at Ivan and said nervously. "If there are no other orders, then we will leave first."

"So, all the questions you want to ask are finished?" Ivan said.

Conor's mouth twitched. Of course, he hadn't finished asking the question, but he had to dare to ask.

"The beginning and the end of this matter couldn't be more clear. After I return, I will report to Your Excellency, that Grindelwald's escape has nothing to do with you..." Conor said respectfully.

He didn't have any pressure to say this, because Ivan's strength completely exceeded their expectations, which also meant that the possibility of the other party being deceived was minimal.

If Ivan and Grindelwald were in the same group, then Grindelwald wouldn't be the only one who attacked the Parliament a few days ago.

In the case of serious lack of preparation, facing the attack of two powerful wizards and a large number of British Aurors, Conor had no doubt that the North American Magic Congress could not support the arrival, and they would all be destroyed-if he were Grindelwald. Will never give up this opportunity to cut off the strong enemy.

Ivan nodded, did not ask any more, just waved his hand to indicate that they could leave.

Pierce on the side looked at the batters and ordered. "Delislao bother you to send Director Conor a ride..."

No, we can go back by ourselves... Conor opened his mouth and tried to refute, but in the end he held it back because he was worried that he would not be able to leave again after a few more words.

"Please, Sir Director." Delish stretched out his hand very graciously and guided, completely different from the appearance of rushing in fiercely before, as if he had changed himself.

Conor straightened his torn robe and walked out with Dawlish.

Soon there were only two people left in the wide classroom. Pierce and the others walked away before turning to look at Ivan, and said worriedly. "We just let them go like this?"

"Otherwise?" Ivan asked strangely.

Pierce smiled wryly. He thought that Ivan would simply kill those who dared to offend him, or modify their memories.

"This is an extraordinary period. The North American Magical Congress's Auror Chasers are very strict. If they act rashly and are found out, it will be difficult to handle... But you don't have to worry, they will come back and beg us soon... …" Ivan said lightly.

Although the Forgetting Curse is useful, it is not without flaws. Once discovered, it will greatly deteriorate the relationship between the two parties. The executive director of the dignified executive will be revised and remembered. This kind of thing that violates the principle, North America will never let it go!

But the battle just now was different. Although it slapped the opponent's face, but at the same time demonstrated his own strength, the target of the demonstration was only three Aurors.

In the face of Grindelwald's arch enemy, the North American Magic Congress can no longer fight against a talented wizard and the entire British Ministry of Magic for this little matter.

In order to redeem his dignity, those Aurors would definitely tout his spellcasting skills and promote himself well.

Pierce pondered for a while, and soon wanted to understand this, his original worried expression disappeared, and he was even faintly excited.

The former North American wizards relied on their great power, and thought that after Dumbledore's death, England had lost a terrifyingly powerful wizard. They were all arrogant and didn't take him seriously as the Minister of Magic.

Even a small executive director thinks that he can sit on an equal footing with the British Minister of Magic, and he can't hear the slightest respect in his words. Pierce is naturally upset with them...

This time, it was able to frustrate these people's prestige severely, and let them eat this dark loss, and it really made Pierce breathe out a sigh.

"Then what should we do next? If someone from North America comes to cooperate with us in a few days~www.mtlnovel.com~ do you want to consider agreeing?" Pierce asked, Grindelwald's existence is not small The problem is that it is not easy for the British wizards to find the trace of the other party.

"Of course it was procrastinated. Grindelwald should not come to England again in a short time. It is not us that should be anxious..." Ivan said with a sneer. He just saw something very interesting from Conor's memory.

In order to deal with Grindelwald, they do need to cooperate with the Wizarding Federation, but the primary and secondary relationship must be clarified!

The arrogant attitude of Conor and the others when they first arrived made Ivan very upset. Just by ignoring Pierce, who is the Minister of Magic, and asking himself severely, it can be seen that the other party is not holding equality at all. The mentality of cooperation came, just wanting the British wizards to cooperate with them.

Ivan didn't want to be led by a group of idiots, he was not Dumbledore, he didn't care so much, and he would never be at the mercy of these people!

The most important thing is that delaying time is good for him. Even if Grindelwald has a way to solve physical problems, he is already over a hundred years old, and his strength has reached the peak, but he has a lot of room for improvement, the later he fights. The greater the winning percentage...