Ivan: Can That Be Called Surrender? You're Clearly Coveting My Body!

Ivan didn't think these people were so shameless as to try and survive…

Ridiculous. Was he really such a person?

Ivan shook his head to himself …

Macmillan, on the other hand, was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. All of the surviving female members of the Macmillan family were either too old or had already married.

However, seeing that Abbott and the others were speaking up, he could not ignore them. Macmillan gritted his teeth and tried to speak up.

"Sir Harls, my nephew Ernie is also at Hogwarts, a little older than you, and a wonderful young man… if you don't mind…"

"Get out!" Ivan snapped, glaring at Macmillan.

Macmillan's face drained of colour and he fell silent.

Ivan didn't bother to look at him. He turned his attention to Abbott, Parkinson and the others, raising his hand to stop them from speaking further.

"It seems that you've misunderstood something. I don't know Pansy or Hannah… let alone the witches you speak of. I've only met them a few times by chance… If you're going to beg for mercy based on friendship, then forget it!"

The room went very quiet. Abbott opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.

However, they were dubious of Ivan's words. If they really did not know each other well, there would be no need for Ivan to deliberately mention them. Furthermore, he even mentioned their names and asked who their family members were.

Ivan had a headache looking at these pure-blood wizards with their own agendas.

He had not expected this at all until he arrived.

Moreover, pure-blood families often married each other in order to ensure the purity of their blood. It was no wonder that Noether did not dare to kill him. Other than knowing the Chief Executive, there should be another reason.

Killing them would certainly cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Ivan shook his head in disappointment. It seemed that simple and violent solutions were not an option…

Ivan was stunned again, and his expression turned ugly. Why did he have such an idea? To solve problems by killing people?

Ivan's forehead was beaded with cold sweat. He would not have noticed the subtle changes if he had not killed so many people and needed to interrupt so abruptly.

Ivan frowned. Not counting the Chino and Horcruxes, he remembered that the first person he killed was one of Burke's Dark Wizards, killed instantly with a snake's eye!

Having witnessed "Athia's" corpse at the time, he felt no discomfort, and proceeded to murder several more Dark Wizards without hesitation.

Even though it was supported by hatred, it was still strange…

Was it the snake's eyes… or the Dark Arts?

Ivan thought to himself. Every time he opened the snake's eyes, he would have to summon his killing intent. The stronger the killing intent, the more powerful it would be… and it was very convenient to kill someone. One look and they would die!

The Dark Arts he studied might have had some influence, or mainstream wizards wouldn't have been so secretive about it, not to mention that Tom Riddle taught him the Dark Arts in his second year. Who knew what Tom was thinking…

Knowing that he might be under the influence, Ivan had no choice but to stop his research into the Dark Arts and use fewer snake eyes…

Damn it… I'll have to be more peaceful and nice from now on…

Ptui ptui ptui… I am a good person!

…

Ivan's changing expressions frightened Parkinson, Foley, and the others. They didn't know what Ivan was thinking, but they felt that the young wizard in front of them was thinking about what to do with them!

Thus, when Ivan's face darkened, their hearts were in their mouths. They were relieved when Ivan's expression returned to normal, though they were still uneasy.

"Walker, take some men and lock them up. Be careful. There might be an Animagus among them. Don't let them get away!" Ivan ordered, waving his hand for the werewolves to take the prisoners away.

He could not think how to treat the prisoners, so he decided to lock them up and think about it.

"Yes, Sir Harls!" Walker nodded, and several wizards, ignoring the struggles of Nott and the others, forcibly dragged them away.

Before leaving, the pure-bloods made a last-ditch effort, with Abbott declaring his family's desire to become a part of the House of Hales.

Who knew if these people had really descended or not? He did not believe a word of it. He would capture them and interrogate them one by one first!

Rosier Senior looked at his colleagues who were being led away and sighed.

However, he could tell that Ivan had no intention of killing them.

Old Rosier was slightly worried that he would be ostracised by Forlì and the others in the future. Thinking about it this way made him feel a little guilty, but thinking about it from another perspective, if he did it well, this might be his chance!

If he joined Ivan's camp alone, he would be looked down upon, but not with Foley and the others!

Rosier Senior felt that he could pull a group of people together, and then he would be able to leapfrog into an indispensable position in the camp, greatly elevating his status!

When Ivan becomes Minister for Magic in the future, he will be able to get a good position…

While the elder Rosier plotted in secret, Ivan arranged the rest of the work.

"The two of you, clean up this mess. The rest of you, come with me!" Ivan ordered the two wizards to stay where they were, then gathered the rest of the team to capture the remaining resistance in the Chamber of Secrets.

Seeing that Ivan was about to leave, Rosier immediately abandoned his plan and became anxious. He had not yet recovered from his injury, and he suspected that Ivan had not forgotten about it.

However, the elder Rosier did not dare to voice his doubts directly, so he tried his best to beat around the bush and remind Ivan to treat the wound on his waist, otherwise he would bleed to death…

Wound… what wound? Ivan looked at old Rossier in confusion, not quite understanding what he was saying.

Could it be that he accidentally injured himself while casting the Shadowless Blade Curse yesterday?

It didn't take Ivan long to come to this conclusion, and it was certainly a possibility. After all, it was a charm enhanced by enhanced runes, and his control over his magic was not yet complete.

For example, when he attacked the other party yesterday, he only wanted to scare the old Rosier, but the old Rosier reacted very quickly and accidentally cut off the wand.

Fortunately, wands were not expensive, only a few Galleons, and he did not intend to pay for them…

If there were any accidental injuries, it should have happened then!

With that in mind, Ivan turned his attention to the right side of Rosier's waist.

As he had expected, old Rosier was bleeding from a bandage tied around his waist.

It was no wonder that when he met old Rosier earlier, he felt that her face was overly pale…

The only thing that Ivan found strange was that old Rosier didn't seem to mind his accidental injury. Instead, he seemed very grateful…

She wondered if he was pretending!

Despite his many doubts, Ivan was prepared to apologise. Rosier Senior had only just made his mark, and Ivan was not about to upset him over a matter of pride.

However, before Ivan could speak, Rosier Senior continued emotionally, "This is all thanks to the wound you left on me. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have died before you could get in…"

"At first, I mistakenly thought that this wound was your punishment for my previous offense. Only now did I understand… This was clearly a backup plan to avoid my identity being exposed!"