Battle and Collapsed Space

When he was done with Moody, Ivan stepped forward and picked up the wand, then turned back to Barty Crouch Junior.

Within a few minutes, Barty Crouch Junior found a way to deal with the Unicorn's Shadow.

After a bloody puncture wound to his arm, he took advantage of the moment when the Unicorn's Shadow took physical form and used powerful Dark Magic to blast the troublesome Patronus into a mist of light.

They freed their hands almost at the same time, and their eyes soon met.

Ivan looked exactly the same as when he first came in. In fact, he looked even more imposing than before. Dragon scales covered a third of his face.

Barty Crouch Junior, on the other hand, was in a much more miserable state. His face was sunken and haggard, and his clothes, which had not been washed in a long time, were thick with blood.

"Your master does not seem to trust you that much," Ivan said with a sneer.

Yvonne could tell from Barty Crouch Junior's reaction to the Unicorn's Shadow that he knew nothing of her blood magic.

This meant that Voldemort did not reveal to his loyal servant the details of their battle years ago.

"Oh, that's true, of course he wouldn't say he was once beaten to a pulp by a first-year wizard…" Ivan said sarcastically, suddenly thinking of this.

Barty Crouch Junior's face darkened, and he ignored Ivan's "nonsense," looking deranged as he muttered to himself.

"Stop struggling. No one can stop the Dark Lord's plans…"

"Nobody!" Barty Crouch Junior roared with laughter, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ivan as he waved his wand.

"Reducto ~ (crushing)!"

An eerie beam of magic flew past.

Ivan frowned and flicked his wand, sending the wooden chair flying into the beam of light.

As soon as the two touched, the wooden chair exploded.

"Inndio ~ (fire roaring!) " Ivan pointed his wand again, and a shower of broken wood burst into flames, whistling toward Barty Junior.

To his surprise, Barty Crouch Junior took the blow without flinching.

Hot pieces of wood smashed into Barty's flesh, but he ignored them and laughed even more wildly.

"Come, Ivan-Hals, and die here with me… in blood and fire for the rebirth of our master!"

Barty Crouch Junior shouted as he raised his bloody left hand and, with bloodshot eyes, used Dark Magic to cut off two of his fingers.

Extreme pain and hatred were swiftly transformed into power by the Dark Arts, and the wand pointed in the direction of Ivan and Moody, and the wand howled with madness.

"Confringo ~ (exploding thunder)!"

Barty Junior screamed hysterically as orange light flared from the tip of his wand, followed by a blistering fireball, which expanded rapidly in mid-air until it was three feet long.

"Lunatic!" Ivan cursed, his skin crawling.

He could certainly see that Barty Crouch Junior was using self-harm to increase the power of the Dark Arts, but this space was only the size of a classroom. Using an over-large Blasting Charm here would be suicide!

However, this was obviously not the time to think about it. Ivan was casting protective spells as fast as he could.

"Protegos ~ (armour protecting)"

"Impedimento ~ (enchanted)"

"The wooden bed is coming!" Ivan shouted as he set up several protective enchantments and pointed his wand at the bed, using it as his final line of defense.

Barty Crouch Junior's hysterical laughter echoed around the room as the fireball grew to four feet in size. However, his hatred and pain were far beyond his ability to control, and the fireball exploded halfway through its flight.

Hot flames and violent shockwaves spread in all directions.

The protective spells that Ivan had carefully laid out cracked and shattered, and Barty Crouch Junior, the caster of the spell, was sent flying by the heat.

A deafening explosion followed, and endless light and heat poured into the small space.

It took over half a minute for the explosion to die down.

Only the violent flames continued to devour everything in the room like maggots. The wooden table in front of them was charred black.

Fortunately, the multiple layers of protection greatly weakened the explosive spell, and with the protection of the dragon scales, Ivan was able to hide behind it without being harmed.

However, the sudden increase in temperature and the lack of oxygen caused great distress to Ivan, who would have passed out from lack of oxygen if not for the Bubble-Head Spell.

"Oh no, Professor Moody!"

Ivan's face fell as he remembered that Moody was still there. Barty Crouch Junior's magic had been so powerful that he had forgotten about Moody.

Ivan quickly turned his head to look for Moody and was surprised to see a golden barrier erected in the corner of the room. He could just make out two figures standing inside.

The next moment, the golden barrier collapsed and Dumbledore appeared, clad in purple robes.

Hermione was standing next to him, trying to hold her breath, her face flushed.

Moody was lying unconscious on the floor, just like before.

"Hermione? Professor Dumbledore?" Yvonne asked, surprised to see them.

"You've done well, Hulse…" Dumbledore gently waved his wand, and the flames around him began to drift towards him, only to be extinguished by the counter-curse.

"Professor, if you're here, why didn't you stop Barty Junior from casting the spell?" Yvonne asked Dumbledore, looking at him gloomily.

"I beg your pardon for the poor reaction speed of an elderly wizard, Harles. I have only recently arrived…" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows apologetically.

Ivan rolled his eyes. He refused to believe that Dumbledore had just arrived.

He even suspected that the other party had been standing on the sidelines the entire time, watching him fight Moody and Barty Junior.

Ivan grew angry at the thought, but before he could say anything, the space around him began to shake. He looked around frantically and was shocked to see the wooden walls crumbling rapidly…

"The explosion destroyed the magic that was expanding this space, and it seems we need to get out of here," Dumbledore said grimly, his expression turning grim.