Chapter 396: Beauxbatons

There was chaos in the Great Hall. Ghosts screamed and fled, some students fell to the ground, others tried to stop the long table, and others attacked Ivan.

Although there were a large number of Beauxbatons students attacking, they were unable to form effective attacks.

Ivan could only see a few dozen people at the front. They avoided the crazy long table, waved their wands quickly and cast dozens of curses.

The spells, with their bright light, reached Ivan.

There were so many attacks, almost covering everything around him, and there was no way to dodge them.

Regardless of what these curses were, if he was hit, Ivan would probably be directly stunned by the magic contained in them....

Many of the injuries they would inflict could be irreversible and could result in him having lifelong disabilities.

Ivan took a deep breath and did not evade. The wand in his hand made complex movements, and a light green magic halo in the shape of a ring spread around it.

On contact with the green glow, all the curses moved in strange directions.

They avoided Ivan and landed in the air next to him, as did the magic coming from behind him.

The Beauxbatons students blinked wildly, and in front of them, Ivan's position began to fluctuate.

Ivan appeared back and forth in different places, and there was no way to locate him.

It was a dark magic that worked directly on the soul. Ivan had seen it in the book "Secrets of the Darkest Art", but the power of the spell in the book was stronger and more evil than the one he was using now.

He improved the spell by incorporating the mirage magic he saw in the Ministry of Magic, adding some illusions.

Although his power had been greatly reduced, and he was no longer as evil as before; his magic worked, but after less than three seconds, Ivan stopped.

Because his magic was so consumed, Voldemort's curse on his right wrist began to appear.

The black snake necklace mark above darkened and looked like it was about to come to life at any moment.

The next second, the Philosopher's Stone placed in the Slytherin medallion on his chest emitted a soft red light, and the fiery magic entered Ivan's body along the medallion.

A spinning circle gathered at his wrist, and Ivan suddenly woke up.

He looked at the snake necklace expanding outward on his wrist and knew it was the limit of his magic. He could take no more. It was time to stand down and leave.

Before the people on the opposite side could recover from the illusion, Ivan jumped behind the marble pillars.

He released his grip on the long table, and a dark blue smoke began to appear at the end of his wand, which soon covered the entire Great Hall.

In the smoke, visibility was getting lower and lower, and soon people could not see clearly around them.

They all screamed in panic, running around like headless flies, and couldn't find a target to attack Ivan.

When the smoke covered the whole place, Ivan commanded the plates to fall to the ground with his wand.

Several plates began to distort and turned into dozens of snakes.

These snakes were very small, but they made loud noises.

They hissed and slithered quickly into the center of the crowd, creating the same effect as hundreds of poisonous snakes appearing at the same time.

Not surprisingly, in the thick fog, when they suddenly heard the sound of the snakes, many Beauxbatons students panicked.

They didn't care about anything else, and launched random attacks all over the place.

The attacked people also started attacking and waved their wands without thinking. They thought the opposite was Ivan, but they didn't know it was their own people.

It was like a domino, one connected to another.

The spells used by the young wizards were becoming more and more powerful, and the magic was getting stronger.

The scene in the Great Hall became increasingly chaotic. Not even the voices of the senior students could stop it. There were curses and screams everywhere.

The young Beauxbatons wizards had never experienced such a scene before.

They attacked indiscriminately and panicked to escape.

No one noticed that a black cat blended into the crowd and came out of the Great Hall.

After the fight with the Beauxbatons students, Ivan did not notice the big mess. He ran a few steps forward, and stood in the shadow of the room outside the Great Hall, watching with interest what was happening.

As for the aftermath, it was Dumbledore and Sirius who had a headache.

Anyway, he didn't suffer. He only had a small bruise on the left side of his body.

The long table controlled by Ivan only caused much panic and injury to skin and flesh. The real damage was caused by the Beauxbatons students finally attacking each other.

Now, the hallway was full of nervous students.

They were scarred and screaming as if they had actually lived through a war.

The seniors tried to keep order, and together they made the smoke disappear.

The Great Hall was a mess, as if it had just been through a hurricane. It had nothing of that original solemn place. There were scraps of wood and plaques everywhere.

Hundreds of students lay on the floor, some crying in pain.

Some people were covered in strange spots, tentacles or other shapes due to curses.

There were still many people lying there motionless and completely passed out.

Ivan noticed that the students with the most serious injuries were all stained with blood. Surely, that should be the damage caused by the dark magic.

He swallowed secretly. These Beauxbatons students dared to use any kind of magic spells.

A few minutes later, Ivan saw the professors rushing into the Great Hall, and one after another the injured were carried out on stretchers.

He was ready to leave and stopped immediately.

At that moment, Sirius also arrived outside the Great Hall. He looked around and seemed to be searching for Ivan's sound and scent.

Soon, he noticed the black cat in the corner.

Ivan waved his paw and ran into a deserted corridor. He stood on the windowsill and waited for Sirius.

A few seconds later, Sirius approached.

He looked at Ivan on the windowsill. The expression on his face could not be pronounced, and there seemed to be a suffocating excitement. He wanted to blame Ivan with a straight face.

In the end, Sirius' expression turned into a bitter smile.

"Look what you've done!" He said weakly. "You can really cause trouble. You fought all of Beauxbatons. I've never done anything so crazy."

"Meow!" Ivan gave a soft cry in response.

"Don't worry about this. Keep your Animagus form, find a place to hide. Don't go back to the dormitory. I see a lot of Beauxbatons students looking for you everywhere." Sirius waved his hand and said without confidence, "Wait until tomorrow morning, and remember, don't mess up tonight."