The first White Lord of Hogwarts

"We should be in the same group, Ivan!"

Voldemort once again extended his invitation:"You should know about the curse of the Obscurus. Join me, I will help you break the curse so that you can live!"

To be honest, Voldemort was very afraid of Ivan.

But if, if Ivan could become a member of the Death Eaters.

With such a great general, when Voldemort resurrects with the Philosopher's Stone, what would Dumbledore be afraid of when the two join forces?

As for whether Ivan will become a threat in the future... this is not a problem at all in Voldemort's view.

He has a Horcrux and can fail many times, but Ivan has only one life.

As long as he is prepared, Ivan will be taken down by him sooner or later.

"Is this the only thing you keep saying?"

Ivan was speechless. He really didn't know where Voldemort got the confidence to recruit him:"You are living like a rat in a stinking ditch."

While speaking, Ivan controlled the black mist with his other hand, suppressing the basilisk and making it unable to move.

During the whole process, Ivan turned his back to the basilisk and did not give it any chance to take advantage.

"Chirp~~"

On the other side, Voldemort wanted to continue to bewitch, but the pleasant cry from the sky made his face change drastically.

"Phoenix?"

Fox appeared, staring at the basilisk.

Seeing the basilisk being suppressed, he swooped down like a bird and pecked the basilisk's two eyes with his sharp beak.

""No!!!"

Voldemort roared in pain. He knew that his greatest threat to Ivan was destroyed by the Phoenix.

The basilisk had lost its eyes and was just a beast with brute force.

Perhaps its skin had a high resistance to magic, but with Ivan's magic, a large beast like this could be suppressed by any Transfiguration spell.

"Thanks, Fox.

Ivan did not miss this good opportunity. He controlled the water flow on both sides to tie up the basilisk.

Then he cast a freezing spell, turning the water rope into solid ice, freezing the half body of the basilisk that was about to go blind.

"Take care of yourself more than your pet, Tom."

"Ah!!!"

Voldemort's broken soul could no longer endure Ivan's anger, and he angrily cast magic again.

"Do you have amnesia?"

"Knowing that you can't beat me in a head-on battle, you still want to fight me"

"It seems that you have lost not only your nose, but also your brain."

"……."

While maintaining a magical connection with Voldemort, all kinds of trash talk came out of Ivan's mouth as if they were free.

Dumbledore, who was hiding behind the scenes, twitched his mouth slightly.

Dumbledore had seen Ivan's style of talking nonsense when fighting many times.

Every time, Snape was so angry with Ivan that he wanted to kill him.

You know, that's Snape, the most sarcastic person in the whole Hogwarts.

When it comes to poisonous tongue, Snape has never been afraid of anyone.

But, he met Ivan.

Ivan, who knew Snape's past, said something heartbreaking, and every sentence was about Lily.

Occasionally, James Potter, Sirius, Lupin and others were interspersed, almost cutting up and chewing up Snape's black history and feeding it to the surrounding spectators.

"I heard your mother is not very good looking."

"So you inherited old Riddle's good looks, right?"

"No wonder you want to disfigure yourself."

Ivan was doing three things at once, suppressing the basilisk while engaging in a magical battle with Voldemort, and he kept saying,"At least when you look in the mirror, you don't have to see that disgusting face."

"You deserve to die! Ambrosius!!!"

Voldemort had never wanted to kill someone as much as he did now. He no longer cared about Quirrell's body. The flames emitting a terrifying aura condensed in his hands.

"What is this?"

Ivan's eyes fixed, he recognized the flame:"Fiercefire!"

The flame was only the size of a fist at first, but in just a few breaths, the flame had climbed to the chest of the Slytherin statue, and then spread in all directions.

""Boom!!"

The breath of destruction and ruin was vented wantonly. In Ivan's magic eyes, the black and red sticky magic seemed to devour the whole world.

Ivan had never seen such a terrible and dangerous spell. It was like a door to hell, constantly pulling everything into the endless chaos.

Is this Fiendfyre?

In the original Harry Potter, Fiendfyre appeared in Crabbe's hands for the first time, and it was also the last time. In his previous life, Ivan often saw Fiendfyre in fan fiction, as if it was a simple black magic that could be seen everywhere. However, the fact is that whether it is Fiendfyre or Avada Kedavra, it is not the same as Fiendfyre.

Spells or curses, they are not magic that ordinary wizards can master.

Crabbe can cast Fiendfyre, not because of his profound magical attainments.

But because he is evil enough and crazy enough.

Many people think that Crabbe is a moron with a very low level of magic.

But you have to know that in the original book, Crabbe is one of the only three little wizards in the history of Hogwarts who dared to kill people while they were still there.

No wonder Dumbledore told me to be careful of these black magic.

If there was no magic eye, Ivan probably wouldn't be able to feel the horror of Fiendfyre.

The more the wizard is in contact with Fiendfyre, the closer his will will be to the source of this power, and thus he will be bewitched by it and step into the abyss step by step.

""Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

Ivan raised his wand, and the golden light blocked the surging Fiendfyre. He looked at Voldemort standing behind the sea of fire.

He was laughing, a hideous laugh.

The blood-red eyes stared at Ivan intently, and the wand in his hand controlled the crazy will in the flames and kept it in one place. The

Fiendfyre touched the basement, the pool, the sculptures, and the walls.

There was no burning process, not even the slightest smell of burning. All of this turned to ashes in the flames and became nutrients to nourish the Fiendfyre.

It grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a flaming dragon tens of meters high.

"Roar~~"

The dragon seemed to have synchronized its thoughts with Voldemort. It lay there, staring at him eagerly.

"This is the last chance I give you!"

Voldemort's eyes were cold:"Submission, or death?"

Ivan was amazed at Voldemort's control over Fiendfyre. It was already amazing to be able to suppress such a violent force.

You know, Fiendfyre does not have the concept of enemy and friend.

Once it is released, even the wizard who casts Fiendfyre can only control it with absolute will.

In other words, if you can't stop the Fiendfyre of this level, then you can't control it.

Like Voldemort, he used Fiendfyre to create such a huge fire dragon.

This means that even if someone casts Fiendfyre of the same level to attack Voldemort, it will be easily resolved.

Then it will become the master and become a tool for Voldemort to attack the caster.

Fiendfyre has no master.

Before it gets out of control, it can be seized by a stronger person.

After it gets out of control, it can also be used by people.

Fiendfyre's enemy is only the world itself. It is an evil dragon that destroys the world. Only heroes who save the world can restrain it and control it!

"Click, click, click~~"

Although he was surrounded by fierce fire, Ivan felt that he had never been so excited before.

The magic wand in his hand hummed faintly, and red-gold lines appeared in the high temperature, like a spell or some kind of motto.

""Chiu!"

Then, with a loud cry of a phoenix, a red-gold divine bird flew out from Ivan's phoenix wand.

"Vulcan opens the way!!"

Ivan swung his wand vigorously, casting the most perfect Vulcan Opens the Way so far.

"What?!"

Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly.

In front of him, the originally ferocious and terrifying fire dragon seemed to be chopped by an invisible sword.

The next moment, the fire dragon split into two from the center of the eyebrows downward! The red-gold divine bird soared into the air, swallowing the flames, and it expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

""Damn it!"

Voldemort was shocked, and he quickly gathered the other half of the flame to prevent it from being taken away by Ivan's power:"Vulcan makes way! This is Vulcan makes way! Dumbledore even gave this magic!" (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Vulcan makes way is a spell originally created by Dumbledore, which has absolute control over fire.

Voldemort had witnessed Dumbledore's Vulcan makes way with his own eyes.

With just a swipe of the wand, the forest fire that stretched for dozens of miles retreated to both sides, as if making way for the Vulcan walking on the earth.

And now, the same magic has reproduced in the hands of a young wizard of the grade...

"Phoenix…"

On the side, the old headmaster, who was watching the magic duel between Ivan and Voldemort, looked dazed.

He looked at the scene of the red-gold phoenix standing in the flames, circling the sky, lowering its tail to protect it, and couldn't help but murmured:"Dumbledore…"

"��！"

Fox chirped happily, ignoring Fiendfyre and circling playfully around the Phoenix summoned by Ivan.、

".….."

If the old principal's ridicule of Ivan's bloodline was a joke before, then now, he believed it, really believed it.

Ivan's ancestors might have had both Merlin bloodline and Phoenix bloodline at the same time.

And he, Ivan Ambrosius, was the perfect product of the combination of these two families, a magical miracle!

""Ambrose~~!!"

Voldemort was extremely shocked, because he actually saw the shadow of Dumbledore in Ivan.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a little wizard, but Dumbledore in his youth.

The man he admired all his life, but who made him live in the shadow all his life!

"Now..."

Ivan controlled the Fiery Phoenix, allowing it to continuously devour Voldemort's flames, and then in turn, suppress it.[]

""Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ivan felt that Voldemort's control over the Fiendfyre had loosened a lot.

Before he could figure out why, a green beam of light had already penetrated the blazing Fiendfyre and rushed towards Ivan.

"Avada Kedavra!"

""Fuck!"

Ivan secretly thought that Voldemort was really insidious.

Fortunately, his thinking attribute was high enough, so he could do three things at once without any problem.

"You are so despicable without a nose."

Ivan raised his empty left hand slightly, and a piece of broken rock not far away was moved in front of him, successfully resisting Voldemort's killing curse.

"Boom!"

But before Ivan could look at Voldemort, another killing curse burst out.

"？？？"

Ivan wanted to continue defending, but the powerful inspiration did not give him any warning.

"What's going on?"

Ivan took a look and instantly determined where the killing curse would land.

Voldemort missed the target, and the killing curse could not hit Ivan at all.

"hiss hiss~~~"

The basilisk's shrill wail sounded behind him. Ivan turned his head suddenly and saw that the basilisk that he had locked with ice was emitting green flames all over its body.

These flames were like the sickle of the god of death, constantly harvesting the vitality of the basilisk.

""What are you doing?"

Ivan looked puzzled. He didn't understand why Voldemort wanted to kill his pet.

The next moment, wisps of invisible life energy floated out of the basilisk's body. They flowed into the crown on Voldemort's head, constantly nourishing his body and soul.

"Boom!"

Ivan didn't understand Voldemort's purpose.

Ravenclaw's diadem was a Horcrux, and if the soul in the Horcrux wanted to be reborn, it needed to devour enough vitality.

The basilisk had lived for a thousand years, so it was easy to imagine how strong its vitality was.

Ivan didn't hesitate, and controlled the Fiery Phoenix to release a raging flame, interrupting Voldemort's devouring of vitality.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort didn't expect Ivan to be able to detect his plan.

If he could delay a little longer, Voldemort could use the vitality of the basilisk to temporarily recover to his peak state.

Although this state could not be maintained for too long, it was enough to capture Ivan.

Unfortunately, Ivan had the magic eye, which did not give Voldemort too much supplement.

"Whoosh whoosh~~~"

Voldemort raised his wand and created a barrier to block Fiendfyre.

He did not fight with Ivan for control of Fiendfyre.

With the God of Fire leading the way and the Phoenix blood of Dumbledore's family, there is probably no one better than him in the entire wizarding world when it comes to controlling fire.

"All curses are over!!"

It was clearly the Fiendfyre that he had summoned, but now it had become a means of attacking him. Voldemort was so angry that his eyes were red with anger.

"You lose, Tom."

Ivan used one hand to command the Phoenix to suppress it, and waved his other hand gently, and the divine sword cut through the space without a shadow.

"puff~~"

Voldemort felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body trembled slightly. He already knew what had just happened.

He lost.

The magic spell invented by Snape.