The Thunderbolt Explosion was an extremely powerful and aggressive charm that Peter Pettigrew allegedly used to blow up an entire street, killing thirteen Muggles.
Therefore, after seeing Isiah use it, Ivan, who was extremely lacking in offensive spells, naturally included it in his backup plan.
It was only when Ivan became worried about the danger he would encounter while searching for the werewolf that he decided to spend some of his GPA points to master the skill.
This was the first time Ivan had used the Strengthening Charms formula on a Thunderbolt Explosion spell. Fortunately, the effect was outstanding and nothing unexpected happened. The power was beyond his imagination…
Although this was far less terrifying than Peter Pettigrew sacrificing a finger to destroy a street, it was still beyond the scope of an ordinary charm!
The only drawback was that it consumed too much magic, and Ivan could clearly feel that nearly half of the magic in his body was gone…
The desired effect had been achieved, however, and the werewolf wizards who had been planning to attack Ivan fell silent under Ivan's gaze.
The collapsing stone wall was a constant reminder of the consequences of their reckless actions!
They finally understood Ivan's words. If the other party had ill intentions, they could choose to destroy them without deception!
The old witch was unable to speak, and the falling debris hit her, but she did not react. She stared in shock at the young wizard, who was at least eleven or twelve years old.
The contrast between the charm's power and Ivan's diminutive form was too great for her to react.
At some point, the witch even wondered if this was some powerful wizard using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself…
Doggett did the same. He looked at the ruined stone wall and thought about the thunderbolt explosion he had released. It seemed to have only blown up a small pile of rubble, right? It was not even half as powerful. For a moment, Doggett was in a mess.
Ivan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fearful expressions on everyone's faces. He had not used the Ring of Magic and Augmenting Runes in vain!
"Woo~"
At that moment, something strange happened again. Walker, who had transformed into a werewolf, threw his head back and howled.
Tension rose in the air. Werewolves were mindless when they transformed, acting on pure bloodlust. There was no telling what Walker was capable of doing.
Ivan cursed under his breath. The Strengthening Charms could only be used once every hour, and the Ring of Magic had run out of magic. If they found out, they might start fighting again.
The werewolf wizards were even more frightened, fearing that Walker would attack the young wizard opposite them, who appeared to be quite small, but possessed a fearsome charm.
Their bodies were not as hard as the walls of the street, and the range of the explosion made it difficult for them to dodge. Such a spell only needed to be cast a few times to destroy them all.
Dougatt was the only one who remained calm and collected. Over the course of the past few days, Ivan had come to his senses again and again, and Dougatt suddenly felt that he might be getting old.
Thick white mist began to pour out of the wand, and Ivan wondered if he should cast a blood spell to stabilize the situation.
Walker, in his werewolf form, was the only one who could keep the werewolves in check.
Just as Ivan's eyes flashed and he was about to attack, the werewolf Walker made the signal to attack, and in the next second, he turned and fled.
The werewolf state was based on pure blood lust, but because of this, it was very sensitive to danger. After witnessing the collapse of a street wall under the power of a spell and sensing danger, it did not hesitate to abandon its attack.
Ivan's tense face relaxed a little, but then his eyes widened.
The werewolf who ran to the corner of the street was about to escape when a middle-aged wizard in his thirties and shabby robes appeared at the street exit.
In the face of the oncoming werewolf, the wizard reached out with his thick arms and accurately pressed his palm against the werewolf's neck, knocking it against the wall.
The figure then punched the werewolf repeatedly on the head.
The werewolf, Walker, let out a blood-curdling scream as he clawed at the wizard with his razor-sharp claws, drawing blood. The middle-aged wizard, however, was unmoved, and he smashed Walker, who had lost control, unconscious.
Ivan winced, instantly recognising the middle-aged wizard in front of him, Fran, as the one who had asked Dougett to treat his wounds…
But that's brutal…
Ivan couldn't believe his eyes. A wizard had knocked out a werewolf with his bare fists!
However, the group of werewolf wizards seemed to be used to this, and the old witch in the lead spoke as if she had found her backbone.
"Fran, you're just in time, or Walker would have lost control and run."
"What happened here? What happened to the explosion?" Flan's arms were covered in blood and scratches.
However, he did not care, as the wound had stopped bleeding within a short period of time, and even if left unchecked, it would heal automatically in a week or so.
Flan's slightly bulging eyes looked around, pausing for a moment on the rubble.
If he remembered correctly, there should have been a stone wall here before…
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he turned his attention to Ivan and Doggett.
The rest of the werewolves had gathered around him to report the situation.
It was only then that Ivan saw that, in addition to Warren and Walker, who was lying unconscious on the ground, there were four other wizards who were suspected to be werewolves.
After thinking about it, Ivan said to Fran,
"Your name is Flun, isn't it? We're here to ask for some help. We don't mean any harm. The young wizard, Walker, attacked us first for some reason, and we were forced to fight back."
Flan didn't reply. After listening to the werewolf wizards' report, she nodded and turned to Ivan with a puzzled look.
"Did you destroy that stone wall over there?"
"Of course…" Ivan nodded.
"Impressive…" Flan said in a flat tone of surprise that made Ivan frown, but there was no irony in it. Before Ivan could think better of it, Flan continued.
"Thank you for last time. The Dittany and Wormwood were very useful… Didn't you have something to discuss? Come inside."