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Chapter 882: Turn Their Own Tricks Against Them
Chapter 882: Turn Their Own Tricks Against Them
Seeing the critical situation on the field, Harry and the others watching on the sidelines were extremely tense. They wanted to warn Ivan to dodge, but before they could speak, the Crimson Beam shot right in front of the opponent.
Ivan's expression remained unchanged as he lightly tapped his index finger in the air, and a Silver Magic Barrier appeared. The Crimson Beam and the flying debris hit the barrier, causing ripples to spread across it.
"Wandless Casting?!" Macnair's eyes widened, his hands bracing against the wooden desk as he couldn't help but exclaim.
Flitwick, standing beside him, was equally surprised but corrected, "It should be wandless, non-verbal casting..."
As they were speaking, Ivan made another move. He curled his right hand and snapped his fingers. In the crisp sound, the sharp rocks that hadn't yet landed rapidly transformed into sharp short spears, scattering towards the three people in front of him.
From passive defense to launching an attack, the entire series of actions was completed in just two seconds.
Thompson, who had been regretting not holding back a moment ago, now felt a sense of impending danger.
Faced with the numerous short spears flying towards him, Thompson's mind couldn't react quickly enough. Fortunately, his extensive combat experience made his body act first. He swiftly dove to the right, rolling on the ground several times to barely avoid the attack.
When he finally struggled to his feet, he couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath at the sight before him—his colleague was pinned to the ground by fifteen short spears, outlining a human shape. Ivan, the instigator, was looking right at him, a faint, glaring red light shimmering on his right finger.
"Protegos~ (Protego)" Thompson's scalp tingled, and he immediately cast a Protego on himself, feeling a bit more at ease.
However, the protective spell he relied on didn't have any effect. The Crimson Beam almost instantly penetrated it and struck him directly.
Thompson felt as if he had been hit by a speeding carriage. His body was thrown into the air, and the wand in his hand flew out, spinning through the air and landing in Ivan's grasp.
The last remaining Auror, who had intended to rescue Thompson, was horrified to find himself rendered mute when he tried to cast a spell. His mouth and tongue felt as if they were tied in knots, refusing to obey his commands.
The Tongue-Tying Curse?
The Auror immediately realized what had happened, his face filled with shock, as he hadn't noticed when Ivan cast the spell.
When he saw Ivan's gaze turn to him, the Auror quickly dropped his wand and raised his hands in surrender. After all, unlike Ivan, he didn't know the techniques of non-verbal casting, and further resistance would only bring humiliation.
Seeing the Auror's sensible decision, Ivan didn't intend to make things difficult for him. He waved his hand to lift the Tongue-Tying Curse and then looked at the examiners on the stage, asking, "Do we need to continue the second exam, Professors?"<|im_end|>
"No, no, you've already passed, Hals!" Professor Mcgonagall was the first to recover, looking at the disheveled Thompson and the others with a wry smile.
While she knew Ivan's abilities were extraordinary, she hadn't expected them to be so impressive!
Three elite Aurors were defeated in a single move. Not to mention students, even the examiners themselves couldn't have accomplished such a feat.
Originally, in the exam plan, Ivan only needed to hold out against the Beaters for a while, managing to counter or block a few spells.
However, Ivan chose to play by his own rules, using their own methods against them, and gave Thompson and the others a lesson by returning all the spells they had cast.
"Remarkable! I can hardly imagine someone mastering such advanced magic techniques at such a young age... You are undoubtedly the most outstanding student Hogwarts has ever seen!" Richard Goshawk clapped and praised, having already estimated Ivan's abilities as highly as possible, only to find that Ivan continually exceeded his expectations.
Pierce and Macnair had no objections either. Flitwick even thought that the upcoming spell class exam was unnecessary, as Ivan's wandless and wordless casting skills made even this spell professor feel embarrassed!
While magic is a manifestation of a wizard's will, traditional wands, spells, and gestures are merely tools to reduce the difficulty of casting. In theory, any wizard can, through rigorous training, gradually reduce the steps required for casting.
For example, they, as teaching professors, generally possess similar skills in their respective areas of expertise, allowing them to skip one or two casting steps when necessary to gain the upper hand and suppress their opponents. However, completely casting without any external tools is almost impossible!
In Flitwick's memory, apart from Ivan, only the late Headmaster Dumbledore and Voldemort could achieve this.
Ivan smiled, not taking the praise to heart, and humbly attributed his "minor" achievements to the guidance of the professors.
"Of course, this also wouldn't have been possible without the help of Headmaster Dumbledore." Ivan thought for a moment and added, needing a reasonable explanation for his rapid growth, and the deceased Dumbledore provided the perfect cover.
"No wonder, but besides him, no one else could have taught you." Richard Goshawk sighed.
The second exam ended smoothly, and the subsequent spell class test was no challenge for Ivan. He drew his wand and performed all the basic spells with the most precise form, quickly earning the unanimous praise of Mcgonagall and the others.
Only the final Divination class gave Ivan a headache. As the examiner, Trelawney insisted that he find some sort of fate prediction in a polished crystal ball.
Ivan steeled himself and stared at the crystal ball, pretending to think deeply for five minutes. Seeing nothing but his own reflection, he finally resorted to Legilimency to cheat, giving Trelawney the answer she most wanted, thus maintaining his perfect O (Outstanding) grade.
"Congratulations, Halsmaster. You have passed your N.E.W.T. exams with flying colors, no, I should say, with perfect scores!" After completing all the tests, Macnair announced the results with a beaming smile.
The Great Hall erupted in cheers, as everyone present had witnessed Ivan's incredible spellcasting skills, and his effortless handling of the three Beaters left them in awe.
(End of Chapter)
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