Chapter 521 What? I Actually Have Power Comparable to the Dark Lord? (2-in-1)

Ivan's eyes slowly swept across the audience. He was very dissatisfied with this efficiency. He used the communication magic tool to notify everyone at the same time!

The wizards who arrived seemed a little at a loss under Ivan's gaze, and they didn't quite understand where they had offended each other.

"Ten minutes!" Ivan glanced at the clock hanging in the room again, then turned his head and said to everyone. "It actually took ten minutes from the time I sent the signal to the time you apparated here! I have to say that your incompetence is far beyond my expectation!"

"Even if a group of Muggles receive the order and rush here from either side of Knockturn Alley, I'm afraid it won't take that long!"

Ivan's words were very sharp, and the wizards he stared at lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to look at him.

The scenes of Ivan killing people with the snap of his fingers yesterday were still imprinted in their hearts, so no matter how harsh Ivan scolded them, they did not dare to refute him.

"Who was the last one to arrive? Come forward!" Ivan said expressionlessly.

"It was me, I was in the toilet at the time, Your Excellency!" A wizard in his thirties came out tremblingly. He looked at Ivan fearfully and stammered in explanation.

"Going to the bathroom? What a good reason." Ivan sneered. He did not continue to ask, but turned his gaze to the penultimate witch who arrived and said.

"What about you? Grace!"

"I'm taking a shower, Your Excellency," the witch said in embarrassment.

"I hate it when people lie, Grace! Or are you going to tell me that you rolled around in the sand after taking a shower?" Ivan glanced at the other person and was keenly aware that there was a lot of dust on the other person's wizard robe. This doesn't look like new clothes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hals! Please forgive me for my offense!"

Ivan exposed the lie on the spot and stared at her with cold eyes. Grace's face turned pale with fright. She knelt down on the spot, crawled to the ground, and begged Ivan to spare her life.

Yesterday, after witnessing Ivan confusing right and wrong, forcing Rhys Nott to "confess", and instantly killing Rhys Nott with strange means in the conference hall, the seeds of fear were deeply rooted in Grace's heart. I am afraid that the other party will torture or even kill me if I disagree.

Ivan was stunned by Grace's such a big reaction. He just wanted to give the other party a beating and give some small punishment to scare the monkeys to make these wizards understand the importance of discipline. However, he did not expect that Grace would be so frightened that he knelt down directly.

Am I that terrible? Ivan was very depressed, and then he felt that this must be because the other party's psychological quality was too poor. He thought that the wizards in Knockturn Alley were ruthless characters, but it seemed that this was not necessarily the case.

Ivan shook his head secretly, and had no choice but to give up his plan to punish the two of them on the spot, but he still kept a straight face, looked around everyone with sharp eyes and continued to speak.

"What about you, what other reasons do you have? I remember I told you during the meeting yesterday that you would meet here this afternoon!"

All the wizards did not dare to reply and just accepted Ivan's scolding silently. Some people complained in their hearts, feeling that Ivan was just making a fuss out of a molehill. They just arrived a little late and did not delay anything important. .

Ivan had been paying attention to the expressions on everyone's faces, so he could easily guess what they were thinking, and he couldn't help but increase his tone.

"I hope you haven't forgotten that we are in a life-and-death dispute and are facing danger all the time!

If you are notified this time because one of you encountered an attack in Knockturn Alley, then you'd better pray that you are lucky enough to be able to wait for your companions to take care of various affairs. Then I’ll come to your rescue! "

Ivan's words sounded like an alarm bell in the hearts of Grace and others.

The coffin containing Elf's body was placed in front of them, telling them with bloody facts that this was not alarmist. If they had reacted faster after receiving the notice yesterday, maybe Elf would have survived.

"Grace, Joseph" Ivan looked at the last two people to arrive again and asked. "If you are attacked by a team of wizards sent by the Nott family, when do you think support should arrive?"

Of course, the faster, the better! Don't waste a second!

Grace thought so, but did not say it immediately because she understood that this was not what Ivan asked, but to give herself a time limit for the gathering.

"One minute!" Grace calculated, gritted her teeth, and spoke out.

She felt that even if she was going to the toilet or taking a shower, she could handle it urgently in one minute. After all, it only took one Apparition to reach the venue, which didn't take much time.

"Thirty seconds!" Joseph was more ruthless than Grace. In order to avoid punishment, he directly shortened the time by half.

"Very good! Then as you said, it is usually limited to one minute and thirty seconds after receiving the emergency notification! I will start the timer next time, and latecomers will be severely punished. There will be no exceptions or reasons!" Ivan said very forcefully.

The wizards present stared at Grace and Joseph, secretly complaining in their hearts why they didn't speak longer. What if they received the order late at night and they fell asleep too deeply?

Or maybe even halfway through the shower, it takes more than thirty seconds to dry yourself and get dressed.

Joseph and Grace didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze. They were just glad that Ivan had let them go. Just now, they were even prepared to receive a heart-breaking shot.

Ivan paid attention to the reactions of the wizards present and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. These wizards were too unorganized. They were just a group of stragglers gathered together. They obviously lacked training and discipline!

But now is not the time to think about this. After scolding and beating him, Ivan asked Fulen to take Elver's coffin and go to the cemetery together to find a suitable place for burial.

Ivan walked to the tombstone and recited the prayer he had memorized in person, commending Elf Grint for his achievements during his lifetime.

Part of it is for show, and part of it is sincere.

Although he had no interaction with the victim before, Elf Grint was a subordinate recruited by Asia in his name, and he lost his life for it. Of course, Ivan would not be perfunctory. thing.

In the process, Ivan also met Elf's mother, Mrs. Grint.

The eyes of this gray-haired witch were filled with tears, and she looked very pitiful. Her husband and daughter both died in the last wizarding war, and now she has lost her last child. The sudden blow really made her a little bit sad. Difficult to accept.

Ivan sighed, feeling inexplicably blocked in his heart, but he also understood that such a thing was unavoidable. Which wizard living in Knockturn Alley had a happy family?

Ivan took the purse filled with gold galleons, walked up to the old witch, and said apologetically.

"Mrs. Grint, I'm sorry that we arrived a step too late and failed to save your son. He has always been brave and fought until the last moment. He is a well-deserved hero!"

"Besides, this is three hundred Galleons. Please accept it. Besides, there is nothing we can do!" Ivan handed over the bag of gold Galleons, prepared to be scolded. Prepare.

For a mother who has lost a child, it is normal to be angry.

However, none of this happened. Mrs. Grint sobbed lowly, took the bag handed over by Ivan, and choked with thanks.

She knew very well that her child was doing a job of exchanging lives for money, and the most valuable thing in Knockturn Alley was human life. Ivan could hold a funeral for Elver after his death and give him three hundred galleons. The pension is already the most benevolent and righteous thing to do.

If it were a different employer, Elf would probably end up being dumped in the wilderness with no one to control him.

So even though she was filled with grief, Mrs. Grint did not blame Ivan for Elf's death.

The funeral lasted for more than an hour, and it was in the evening that Ivan led everyone back to Bojinbok Store.

Just when Ivan was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to have a training session, Docter brought him good news.

"Old Rozier has agreed to meet you and is waiting now. He said he has something to tell you, and he can't tell you until you arrive."

"So fast?" Ivan couldn't help but be a little surprised. He remembered that Doggett only mentioned this matter to him in the morning. He thought he would have to wait a few days.

"Oh, I mentioned a few words to him casually, and the guy was scared out of his wits," Docter said with a sneer.

Ivan glanced at him, a little curious as to what Doggett had said to him to scare the old Rozier like this.

However, considering that letting the other party wait too long might cause trouble, Ivan didn't ask any more questions and used phantom to go to the agreed place with Docter.

Anyway, we'll know once we meet.

Following a space displacement, when he came back to his senses again, Ivan found himself near a dilapidated house.

This place is very desolate. It is probably in the east corner of Knockturn Alley. In the distance, you can still see the ruins where the law enforcers fought.

"Come out, Mr. Rozier. Hiding is against the grace of your pure-blood family, isn't it?" Ivan looked around. There was no one nearby, but he was very sure that the other person was still nearby.

Ivan's words were passed around on the empty rooftop. It took ten seconds before another voice rang out.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Mr. Hals. After all, I am here alone, so I must be careful."

A middle-aged wizard in his fifties wearing a gorgeous robe appeared out of thin air not far away, with a slightly apologetic look on his face, followed by a house elf.

Ivan frowned. Of course he understood that the other party must have been hiding in the dark to check the situation. Once too many people came to his side, or if he sensed something was wrong, he would probably run away.

It's exactly what Docter said. He's so cowardly.

While Ivan was observing the other party, old Rozier was also sizing him up.

After a while, old Rozier suddenly said with emotion.

"You are younger than I thought, Mr. Hals! If I hadn't heard Docter tell you, I couldn't believe that at your age you possess power comparable to that of the Dark Lord."

Although he had already learned a lot of information from Docter, old Rozier still couldn't believe it when he looked at Ivan's immature face.

A young wizard who is at most thirteen or fourteen years old should still be studying at Hogwarts. Even if he starts practicing magic from the moment his magic power breaks out, the learning time will never exceed ten years!

Is such a kid really that powerful, comparable to the terrifying Dark Lord?

Old Rozier very much doubted whether Docter was playing tricks on him.

Am I as powerful as Voldemort? Ivan glanced sideways at Docter, thinking whether he should change someone else to do this kind of external negotiation next time, otherwise there would be more outrageous rumors in Knockturn Alley soon.

Docter, on the other hand, kept his expression straight, and it was normal for him to brag appropriately during negotiations and pressure.

And he thought that even Voldemort probably couldn't do such weird things as killing people with a snap of his fingers, so to a certain extent it wasn't a lie.

Although Ivan kept complaining in his heart, on the surface he remained calm and said impatiently.

"I heard Docter say that you have a very important piece of information to tell me, but you must see me in person before you reveal it?"

"Yes, Mr. Hals! The Rozier family is willing to submit to you, but we ask you to be generous and consider two small conditions." Old Rozier was slightly hunched, looking very humble and not at all pure-blooded. The wizard looked arrogant.

"Tell me about it." Ivan raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised. His side did have the advantage, but the other side was not without the ability to resist. If he wanted to persuade old Rozier to betray the original camp, he would definitely have to pay some price. No way.

"First, I hope you can allow our Rozier family to retain a corresponding share of the wizard market." Old Rozier suggested.

"Okay!" Ivan agreed directly without hesitation.

For the first pure-blood family to rebel, some preferential treatment is still necessary.

The Rozier family's share of the wizarding market is not large, and it actually has no influence. If all this is taken away, no pure-blood family will be willing to surrender in the future.

After Ivan agreed, old Rozier breathed a sigh of relief. What he cared about most was the interests of the family. As long as this could protect everything else, everything else would be fine.

"What about the second condition?" Ivan didn't want to spend time with the other party here, so he asked directly.

"The second condition." Old Rozier hesitated for a long time, seeming to be debating whether he should say it or not. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said tentatively.

"Mr. Hals may not know that I have been obsessed with powerful magic since I was a child. Fifteen years ago, I was fortunate enough to see the Dark Lord fight against dozens of Aurors by himself. The power of magic was so amazing that I am still fascinated by it. Unforgettable"

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