Chapter 487: Ivan the Monster

Rocks and steel were falling, and the crowd below was noisy as everyone fled in horror.

With the main building box as the center, cracks spread across the main stadium building, along with panic.

The wizards were horrified to see that this huge, magnificent building, which took over 500 wizards from the Ministry of Magic a whole year to build, was rapidly crumbling.

As they fled, they were chased by the sound of crumbling stones.

It was amazing, especially that every inch of this place was covered with various protection spells.

But, what did everyone see? A thirteen-year-old boy hit the building with his wand and it was over.

The wizards felt they must have lost their minds to see such a thing, but the facts were clearly in front of them.

The magic contained in Ivan's final spell was too horrible. It was a force powerful enough to destroy the world.

In panic, Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors raised their wands to steady the rest of the stadium.

However, no one dared to approach the collapsing main building.

If they were even slightly caught by the huge stones that were speeding downward, they would be dead or injured!

Harry, Ron, Krum, Fred, George and other Quidditch players were flying in the air around the rapidly collapsing building in hopes of rescuing Ivan and Hermione, but there was no way they could get close.

They shouted Ivan and Hermione's names, desperately hoping for the slightest miracle.

In the stands, Sirius, who had just defeated the two vampires who were entertaining him, also raised his head and stared in dismay at the main building collapsing not far away.

There was a blank space in his head, and it never occurred to him that this would happen.

Sirius stood still and watched all this in disbelief. The next second, he rushed to the main building as fast as he could.

He didn't care about being hit by falling debris or his own safety. He just wanted to save Ivan and Hermione.

Sirius was scared and remembered the dark night fourteen years ago.

So it was that he rushed to James and Lily's cabin, and his mind filled with images of the unthinkable.

He had thought he would never have this feeling of despair again, and he never imagined it would come again.

If he could, he would give his life as tribute, just to spare the children's. He was a man who should have died long ago. He was not qualified to live in this world; he thought.

A lingering shadow covered the sky, and thick clouds obscured the moonlight.

After a brief period of panic and shock, grief gradually became the main theme.

Tonight's Quidditch World Cup final was destined to go down in the history of magic as one of the greatest events in history, and Ivan's name was going to be remembered forever.

No one would forget the duel right now, and no one would forget the powerful magic used by both sides.

This was beyond the capabilities of ordinary magicians, and a true duel of great magicians.

Ivan earned the respect of over 100,000 mages in a single fight, by virtue of his excellent performance.

It was unknown who had started it, and Ivan's name was whispered.

Soon, everyone in the entire stadium began calling his name lightly.

"IVAN, HERMIONE!" Sirius shouted as well, and he was already under the main building....

In the thick dust, his wand kept glowing red upwards, knocking away the falling stones.

His body had been scratched and bruised by the gravel, and he began to bleed.

Despite this, Sirius screamed loudly; he had not given up hope.

The box was in a very high position and time was running out. Ivan and Hermione had not yet fallen.

He must find them both, even if they were just corpses....

But besides the wreckage, Sirius saw nothing.

As the light in his heart faded and he fell into despair, he suddenly saw a golden red light flickering in the air.

The cluster of golden red light was like a star in the night sky; dim and silent but exceptionally clear.

Almost instantly, Sirius recognized it as the glow of the Philosopher's Stone.

Due to the strain, his heart almost stopped beating, and his eyes widened incredibly looking at the bright golden light.

Ivan and Hermione were there; they were not dead yet!

Under the protection of the Philosopher's Stone, Ivan had cast a sturdy circular magic shield to protect him and Hermione.

The fiery magic was burning in his body. He gritted his teeth and held Hermione in his arms.

The two of them were close to each other, and Ivan could feel her breath and warmth in his arms.

He had never been so close to Hermione, and under the warmth of her body, Ivan even felt like they were going to melt together.

Hermione also did her best to hug Ivan. She didn't dare to open her eyes. Her small body was constantly trembling...

There was only one thought in her heart. If this was death, then she would die with Ivan.

However, it wasn't over yet, and Ivan's story wasn't over!

With all that he had done, this was not Ivan's limit.

His battle with Voldemort and the evil gods had just begun, and a more exciting world awaited him.

He could not betray the trust Hermione had in him; he vowed to protect her in his arms, no matter what.

In the next second, backed by steadfast trust and perseverance, the powerful magic once again converged on Ivan's body centered on the Philosopher's Stone.

Ivan raised his wand high in his hand and read his final spell.

The faint light of the Philosopher's Stone became vivid and extremely dazzling in the blink of an eye.

The golden light turned white, like the midday sun. It was so bright that you couldn't look directly at it.

Everyone in the stadium noticed, and looked up in surprise.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and all the debris from the collapsed main building was silently in the air.

Then they quickly gathered upward around the cluster of light.

In the stadium, everyone could feel the powerful magic.

A giant made of large amounts of steel and stones was rapidly forming, and Ivan was holding Hermione in the giant's hands.

Staring at this miraculous giant, the wizards gasped.

There was only one thought in their minds, how could it be possible? was it still magic?!!

Looking at this giant formed by a combination of powerful magic, they all felt like they were going crazy.

This was Transfiguration, the simplest, but no mage would dare to use it in this way.

No one was crazy enough to warp the main building of the stadium, which could hold 100,000 people.

This kind of move would not be possible for Dumbledore, the world's greatest wizard. That could only be seen in the dusty magic books in the library, which described the magic of the ancient wizards.

IVAN, what a genius of a wizard, this guy is a monster!

Under the influence of magic, the collapsed building was reformed and became a standing giant.

It protected Ivan with its huge palm, and the fallen remains of the stones became part of his body.