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Chapter 528: Ivan: Is That Really a Surrender? It Clearly Looks Like You're Just Lusting After Me!
Chapter 528: Ivan: Is That Really a Surrender? It Clearly Looks Like You’re Just Lusting After Me! (Combined)
Or perhaps the big shots have some other plan?
Old Rosier pondered silently, increasingly grateful that he had already boarded this bright and promising train. Otherwise, he would be the one tied up on the ground, awaiting trial.
"Lord Hals, the Parkinson Family is willing to offer everything in exchange for your forgiveness! Please give us a chance", Fiona Parkinson pleaded, giving up on her unrealistic resistance and struggling to throw herself at Ivan’s feet. However, two werewolves held her back, preventing her from getting any closer.
"Parkinson?" Ivan looked at the short and plump middle-aged Witch, his mind racing. The surname seemed familiar to him.
"Is Pansy Parkinson related to you?" Ivan suddenly asked.
"She is my daughter, Lord Hals!" Fiona Parkinson was visibly excited. She sensed that Ivan might know her daughter and quickly tried to establish a connection. "Do you know her? She is about to start her fourth year at Slytherin!"
What a coincidence? Ivan raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected to capture the mother of a classmate here.
But it made sense. The Wizarding World had only so many Pureblood Wizards. He had captured six of them, so it was normal to run into a few related individuals.
Dawgert had introduced him to the Pureblood Wizards who controlled Knockturn Alley, but at the time, he hadn’t made the connection.
After all, Pansy Parkinson wasn’t a significant figure in the original timeline, and he had no interaction with her during his time at Hogwarts.
Ivan then turned his gaze to the bound Pureblood Wizards. If he remembered correctly, one of them should be the father of an acquaintance.
"Hannah Abbott", Ivan said, looking at the group.
One of the middle-aged male Wizards immediately stood up, agitated. "Hannah is my daughter. Do you know her? She’s in Hufflepuff, and she has never—"
Abbott almost revealed the truth but quickly realized his mistake and awkwardly changed his words. "No, I mean, she often mentions you, saying you are the best male student in Hogwarts’s history and her best friend!"
Ivan rolled his eyes. He and Hannah Abbott barely knew each other; they had barely met a few times, let alone being best friends.
He remembered Hannah Abbott because she was the first to be Sorted, and the name often appeared in fanfiction he read in his previous life, making it stick in his mind.
When he read those stories, he hadn’t realized this young Witch was also a Pureblood.
Ivan’s consecutive calls of two names undoubtedly caused some misunderstandings.
The Pureblood Wizards, who were still debating whether to surrender, saw their two companions defect and immediately discarded their dignity. They each loudly proclaimed that their nieces or daughters were students at Hogwarts and that they all deeply admired the most handsome and talented young witches and wizards, subtly hinting at their intentions.
Compared to their lives and the continuation of their families, what did dignity matter?
How many Galleons was it worth?
More importantly, the strength of this young witch and wizard was evident to all. It was abnormally powerful.
Generally, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young witch or wizard, no matter how hard they practiced, would only have about seven or eight years of Magic training from the moment of their Magic Surge. Their strength would never reach such a level!
Unless this power was inherited!
As Pureblood Wizards, Notte, Abbott, and others knew more than Half-bloods and Muggle-Borns. Many ancient Magic books mentioned that Wizards’ bloodlines carried power!
Unfortunately, this power had not manifested in them. Apart from their accumulated wealth and influence, they only possessed some family-specific Magic, nothing more.
Abbott had even doubted whether this claim was true. After all, in terms of bloodline, no one was as noble as they, the Pureblood Wizards!
However, reality often slapped them in the face. The inheritance of bloodline power was proven true in the Half-blood Dumbledore family.
Because the current Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was not the first Wizard to have the assistance of a Phoenix!
From some records, it appears that powerful Wizards in the Dumbledore family often summoned Phoenixes, and they possessed exceptional talent in certain types of Magic. This almost became a hallmark of the family's prodigies!
Every Pureblood Wizard who knew this was both envious and jealous, and to some extent, this was what Pureblood Families should look like.
Ivan's appearance undoubtedly reminded them of this, and there was a chance that he was a member of some special family.
Abbott and others were eager to promote their daughters and nieces largely because of this reason.
To put it more bluntly, they were lusting after Ivan's talent and bloodline.
It didn't matter if they guessed wrong; once a daughter was married, she would take her husband's surname. Even if he wasn't a Pureblood, it wouldn't affect the family's bloodline purity.
These enthusiastic Pureblood Wizards left Ivan utterly bewildered, almost making him think he was at some matchmaking show.
Just a moment ago, they were fighting to the death, and now they all wanted to introduce their daughters and nieces to him. Was this a joke?
Ivan never expected these people to be so shameless in their quest for survival.
How ridiculous. Would he ever be such a person?
Ivan shook his head inwardly.
Macmillan, on the other hand, was anxiously pacing like an ant on a hot pan. The Macmillan family's surviving female members were either too old or already married, leaving no suitable candidates.
But seeing Abbott and others speak up, he couldn't remain silent. Macmillan gritted his teeth and tentatively said,
"Lord Hals, my nephew Ernie is also at Hogwarts, a bit older than you. He's a great young man. If you don't mind..."
"Get lost!" Ivan glared at Macmillan, cutting him off.
Macmillan's face turned pale, and he immediately fell silent.
Ivan didn't bother with him, turning his gaze to Abbott, Parkinson, and the others. He raised his hand to stop their continued pleas, speaking coldly,
"It seems you've misunderstood something. I don't know Pansy or Hannah, and I certainly don't know the Witch you're talking about. I might have seen them a few times by chance. If you're trying to beg for mercy based on some connection, forget it!"
The meeting room fell silent. Abbott opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.
However, they were half-skeptical about Ivan's words. If he really didn't know them and had no connection, there would be no need to specifically mention them, let alone ask who their families were.
Ivan looked at these scheming Pureblood Wizards, feeling a headache coming on.
He hadn't anticipated this situation at all.
Moreover, Pureblood Families often intermarried to maintain bloodline purity, and these connections were complex and far-reaching. No wonder Notte was so confident that he wouldn't kill him. Besides knowing the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, there was probably this additional reason.
If he killed them, it would certainly create many unnecessary troubles.
Ivan shook his head in disappointment. It seemed he couldn't solve the problem with simple violence.
Then Ivan suddenly paused, his face turning grim. Why was he thinking about solving problems through murder?
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. If it weren't for the excessive killings and the sudden interruption, he wouldn't have noticed these subtle changes.
Ivan frowned. Ignoring Quirrell and the Horcrux, he remembered the first person he killed was a Dark Wizard under Bogrod, whom he instantly killed with the Serpent's Eye!
At the time, seeing "Asia's" body didn't cause him any discomfort, and he subsequently killed several more Dark Wizards without hesitation.
Even with his hatred as a driving force, it was still somewhat strange.
Was it the influence of the Serpent's Eye or Dark Magic?
Ivan thought silently. Each time he activated the Serpent's Eye, he needed to channel his killing intent, which increased its power. Killing was incredibly convenient; one glance, and they were dead!
The Dark Magic he had learned might also have some influence. Otherwise, mainstream Wizards wouldn't be so secretive about it. Besides, his Dark Magic was taught to him by Tom Riddle in his second year. Who knew what this guy had in mind?
Although he was aware that he might have been affected, Ivan had no choice but to temporarily stop his research on Dark Magic and use the Serpent's Eye less often.
Damn it, I need to be more peaceful and be a good person from now on.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, I’m a good person already!
Ivan’s changing expressions made Parkinson, Fury, and the others quite frightened for a moment. They had no idea what Ivan was thinking and assumed that the young witches and wizards in front of them were contemplating how to deal with them.
So when Ivan’s expression turned grim, their hearts sank as well. Only when Ivan’s face returned to a calm state did they breathe a sigh of relief, though they were still somewhat uneasy.
“Walker, take them away and secure them. Be cautious; some of them might be Animagi, so don’t let them escape!” Ivan waved his hand, signaling the Werewolves to take the captives away.
He had no idea how to handle these captives at the moment, so he decided to lock them up and think about it later.
“Yes, Lord Hals!” Walker nodded and led a few Wizards to drag Notte and the others away, despite their struggles.
Before being taken away, these Pureblood Wizards made one last effort. Abbott even declared that his clan was willing to become a subordinate family of the Hals Family, but Ivan was unmoved.
Who knew if they were genuinely surrendering or just pretending? He didn’t believe a word of it and decided to interrogate them thoroughly first!
Old Rosier watched his colleagues being led away with a sigh.
However, he could tell that Ivan had no intention of killing them.
Old Rosier was somewhat worried that he might be marginalized by the surrendering Fury and others in the future. This thought made him feel a bit guilty, but from another perspective, it could be an opportunity for him!
If he joined Ivan’s camp alone, he might not be taken seriously. But with Fury and the others, it would be different!
Old Rosier believed he could form a faction and become an indispensable figure in the camp, greatly enhancing his status!
Once Ivan became the Minister of Magic, he could secure a good position for himself.
While Old Rosier was plotting in secret, Ivan was arranging the remaining tasks.
“You two, tidy up here. The rest, follow me!” Ivan casually pointed to two Wizards to stay behind and then gathered the others who had arrived to prepare to capture the remaining resistance in the Underground Chamber.
Seeing Ivan about to leave, Old Rosier couldn’t help but feel anxious. His injury hadn’t been treated yet, and he suspected Ivan had forgotten about it.
However, Old Rosier didn’t dare to question Ivan directly, so he tried to hint and beg Ivan to treat the wound on his waist, or he might bleed to death if it was left untreated.
What wound? Ivan was confused and looked at Old Rosier, not quite understanding what he was talking about.
Could it be that I accidentally injured him with Sectumsempra yesterday?
Ivan quickly thought of this possibility. It was indeed possible, as the spell was enhanced by Runic Inscriptions, and his Magic control wasn’t perfect.
For example, when he acted yesterday, he only intended to scare Old Rosier, but didn’t expect Old Rosier to react so quickly. In the end, the spell went out of control and accidentally cut off his wand.
Fortunately, the wand wasn’t expensive, just a few Galleons, and he didn’t plan to compensate for it.
If there was any accidental injury, it must have happened then!
With this in mind, Ivan looked at Old Rosier’s right waist. As he had expected, Old Rosier’s waist was wrapped in a bandage, which was seeping blood.
No wonder his face seemed unusually pale when they met earlier.
What puzzled Ivan was that Old Rosier didn’t seem to mind the injury much and even looked grateful.
Was he just putting on an act?
Despite his many questions, Ivan was prepared to apologize. Old Rosier had just done a good job, and he didn’t want to create any dissatisfaction over a matter of pride.
However, before Ivan could speak, Old Rosier continued, with a sigh. “This time, I owe my life to the wound you left on me. Otherwise, I might not have survived until you came.”
“At first, I thought the wound was punishment for my previous offense, but now I realize it was a precaution to prevent my identity from being exposed!”
(End of Chapter)
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