Ivan looked at old Rosier with amusement, knowing exactly what he was planning.
The supposed obsession with powerful magic was just an excuse. The other party's real intention was probably to test their own strength. It was clear that Dougett had bragged about it before, and Rosier Senior doubted it…
Even though Ivan knew this, he did not move from his grip on his wand, and his glare at Rosier Senior became more and more hostile.
"Sir Harls, I know that my request is very sudden, so as an apology, I'm willing to offer you some compensation!" The old Rosier was still humble as he glanced at the house-elf beside him.
At his signal, the house-elf pulled out a heavy bag and approached Ivan. The bag shook and made a metallic noise, indicating that it contained gold Galleons.
Rosier Senior looked apologetic, but his eyes were fixed on Ivan, watching his every move.
He asked Ivan to show off his magic because he wanted to see for himself how strong this young wizard was. After all, he was not a fool who would be fooled by a few words from Doggett.
Furthermore, he had been watching the actions of Douggart and the others for the past few months. He guessed that the other party's goal was not just to control the wizarding market, but also to plot something bigger!
Once the other side's goal of rectifying Knockturn Alley was achieved, there was no way the Ministry would sit idly by, so confirmation of Ivan's strength became very important.
If Doggett hadn't lied to him, and Ivan was indeed as strong as the Dark Lord, then the wizarding world would have had a major reshuffling, and the House of Rosier would have profited from it as one of the first senior members to join the Dark Lord.
If Ivan was not as powerful as Dougett had said and was just a talented young wizard, he would not be so kind. Even if he lost the wizarding market, it would be better than losing his life!
Of course, this test was not without risk, and it was highly likely to anger the young wizard in front of him…
This was also the reason why he put down his pride and tried to negotiate in a humble manner. Coupled with the compensation and the information in his mind, he was more than 70% confident that the other party would not kill him!
If he was unlucky and hit the remaining 30% chance, he would have to run!
This was the only aspect of his training that he was confident of, as he was very good at Disapparating and was able to perform it in all kinds of extreme situations.
Furthermore, he was prepared to do both at the start of the game, and even brought a house-elf along with him!
In the general wizarding view, house-elves were slaves and did not count as human heads, thus not incurring the enemy's hatred.
In a crisis, the house-elf can hold him off for a while, giving him enough time to cast a spell.
Rosier Senior was playing his cards close to his chest, seeing everything clearly and smugly.
However, things did not go as he had expected. The house-elf had only taken a few steps with her purse raised when Ivan's indifferent voice rang out.
"Mr. Rosier, I think you may have forgotten that not everything can be measured in monetary terms… but if you want to see it, I can satisfy you…"
Ivan's face hardened, and he wondered if the man had lost his mind, or did he really think money would solve everything?
Have the guts to try it out on Lord Voldemort? Use a small amount of money to get the Dark Lord to perform a spell on you?
'I'll rip your head off!'
From this, he was certain that old Rosier had never met Lord Voldemort, or he would not have said such a stupid thing.
Ivan is not as brutal, nor does he care about the use of high-level magic as a deterrent, but he understands that he must take the initiative, rather than do as he is told…
As Ivan spoke, he quietly activated the Augmenting Characters sequence in his wand and swung it through the air with his right hand!
An invisible blade of magic extended forward like a broad scimitar.
Ivan didn't need to cast any spells, as his Obscurus had already reached Level 6.
Rip, rip …
With a slight noise,
A short distance ahead, the bag that the house-elf had been holding in his hand was ripped open by something, and the gold Galleons inside were scattered all over the place, some of which could be seen being cut in half…
Before the heavy gold Galleons could hit the ground, the blades crossed the distance of several meters to reach the old Rosier.
As soon as Ivan said those words, the old Rosier's face fell. He knew that he had made a fool of himself, and he immediately tried to Disapparate and get out of there.
However, he apparently overestimated his own ability to escape. By the time the elder Rosier raised his wand, the blade had already sliced past him, and he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach, as if he had been pierced by a needle.
"Disillusionment!" roared the elder Rozier, waving his wand without a care in the world as he chanted as fast as he could.
However, nothing happened. The old Rosier remained where he was, the only sound being the clanging of gold Galleons.