This Is Impossible! The Dark Lord Is Invincible!

"It doesn't make any difference if I kill you first, you worthless piece of shit," Ivan said wickedly. "We'll have to do it sooner or later. Changing the order won't make any difference!"

Under Ivan's constant cynicism, Voldemort's mind was thrown into chaos.

In his shock and anger, he gave up on his tight defence, and the fierce fire surrounding him instantly moved. The violent tongue of fire rose high, like a python preparing to attack, and quickly burned towards Ivan.

Ivan was well aware of how difficult it was to deal with a Fierce Fire, so he frowned slightly and shook the wand in his hand slightly. An even larger Fierce Fire emerged from the tip of the wand and expanded into the shape of a dragon.

The two fierce flames quickly collided in the air, and the flames burned the tables, chairs, and cabinets around them. In less than two or three seconds, the larger Fire Dragon swallowed the fire python opposite it…

Lord Voldemort's eyes went wide, unable to accept the fact that he had lost to his nemesis in the Dark Arts.

However, he did not have time to think as the dragon formed by the fierce fire had already pounced on him.

Voldemort's face grew grave, and he waved his wand vigorously, summoning a semi-circular barrier of magic to temporarily keep the dragon at bay.

The violent heat wave caused his robes to rattle and cracks to spread across the solid magical barrier in front of him.

At this moment, a crisp hiss sounded in the sea of fire.

An illusory unicorn ignored the raging flames around it and easily passed through the magical barrier he had set up, heading straight for him.

Voldemort was scared out of his wits, and he did not dare to stay any longer. Without hesitation, he transformed into a black mist and smashed open the window, fleeing as fast as he could.

He was scared…

Facing this little wizard was simply strange. If he stayed here any longer, he would probably die…

"You want to leave? Stay!"

Ivan looked at the protection pattern, which was about seven seconds away from ending, and was not happy about it. He did not want to let Voldemort go so easily. Even if he could not kill him today, he wanted to teach him a lesson.

With a wave of his wand, the scattered flames instantly transformed into a long whip that whipped towards the black mist.

Lord Voldemort, who was in mid-air, sensed the danger and was about to dodge when a high-pitched noise came from below.

"That's impossible! The Dark Lord is invincible!"

Lord Voldemort froze, and then he noticed that five Death Eaters were looking down at him from the square below, their eyes fixed on him with a broken faith.

In this split second of distraction, the whip was already within reach. Even in his Dark Mist state, he was not immune to such an attack. A shrill scream soon came from the dark mist.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the invincible Voldemort was struck to the ground by a fiery whip…

The square fell deathly silent, except for the Death Eaters, who were shocked by the news.

Even though Ivan had told them about his feat of wounding Lord Voldemort, no one had ever seen it with their own eyes, and the vast majority found it hard to believe that an underage wizard could have defeated a Dark Lord who was too strong to be defeated.

Unfortunately, the truth was laid bare before them, and it was even more outrageous than Ivan had suggested.

Doggett expected at least one good fight, but Ivan was able to send the seemingly powerful Lord Voldemort flying with a single blow.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dark Lord could transform into a black mist and was extremely oppressive, they would have thought that he was a fake Lord Voldemort.

The one who was most surprised was Alicia, as she was the only one who knew that Ivan was no match for Lord Voldemort. It was thanks to Dumbledore that Ivan was able to defeat Lord Voldemort, or they would not have gone to such lengths to build the safe house.

Just as everyone was thinking about this, Lord Voldemort, who had been knocked back into his human form, fell from the sky and landed heavily on the solid limestone floor. His black robes were scorched and full of holes, and a small ball of fire was attached to his exposed left arm.

Without hesitation, Voldemort swung his wand and cut off his left arm. Blood splattered everywhere, and intense pain surged into his head.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, however, Voldemort held his ground and used Dark Magic to quickly create a new arm for himself.

Under the pressure of death, this extremely complicated hand-switching process was forcibly compressed to two seconds by Voldemort.

Even so, before his new arm could be repaired, the fiery mansion in front of him collapsed, and the demon-like figure appeared in front of him again.

Time was limited, and Ivan did not speak again. As soon as they met, three beams of magic shot out of his wand.

Lord Voldemort's face fell. His defeat in the previous battle had made him lose his will to fight Ivan, so after a few moments of simple resistance, he used his Bloodline Magic.

An endless black mist began to seep out of Voldemort's body and spread out in all directions. Within moments, Ivan was sucked into a space made of black mist.

It was a familiar sight, and Ivan vaguely recalled the Horcrux Diary using it on him in his second year.

Compared to that time, the black fog space was several times larger and stranger. Just by staying there, all kinds of extreme negative emotions kept surging into his mind, trying to destroy his will.

However, Ivan was no longer as strong as before, so he could not be trapped by such a small trick. He gently raised his wand, and the expanding flames outside seemed to have been summoned. As Ivan waved his wand, they transformed into a huge blade dozens of meters long that slashed down!

The vast black fog space trembled violently and was forcefully split in half by the huge blade formed by the fierce fire. Finally, it collapsed and shattered…

In front of him, Voldemort had disappeared without a trace, apparently taking advantage of this period of time to break through the blockade and forcefully perform a Disapparation to escape…

With the powerful perception provided by this special state, Ivan could clearly detect the sudden spatial fluctuation, and even trace it back to the coordinates of Voldemort's escape.

However, as the protective mode provided by the system was nearing its end, Ivan had no intention of killing his way through to the coordinates, and used the last two seconds to calm the raging fire…

When he was done, Ivan turned to look at the people in the square, and the system prompt sounded in his head…