In just three minutes, most of the Aurors had been knocked to the ground by Ivan, leaving only a dozen or so wizards struggling to hold on under his onslaught…
After a battle, the Aurors who were still standing were undoubtedly the cream of the crop.
Although they came from all over the world and were not familiar with each other, they had a tacit understanding during the few minutes of fighting. Together, they managed to hold on.
However, they soon realised that they were imagining things.
After getting a rough idea of their strength, Ivan stopped holding back. He waved his wand gently, and the debris on the ground floated up. Some of it blocked the incoming spell, while others quickly transformed and charged at the Aurors.
"Impedimenta ~ (encompassing obstacles)!" The wizards who were still on the field did not dare to be negligent. All of them worked together to cast spells, and solid magical barriers appeared in front of them.
Ivan's expression didn't change, and he shook his wand with all his might. Crimson flames erupted from the surface of the flying rocks, and when they hit the barrier, they exploded. The protective spells were quickly dispelled, and the Aurors closest to the barrier were thrown back by the aftermath.
Shortly after the battle began, Colin Morton, who had been knocked out by Ivan, regained consciousness.
After noticing the situation on the field, Colin Morton did not rush to get up until he saw Ivan's back facing him and his attention focused on the Aurors in front of him.
Naturally, the Aurors who were facing off against Ivan noticed Colin Morton's movements, but none of them showed it on their faces. Instead, they cooperated with him, waving their wands and casting several spells in an attempt to seal off Ivan's movements.
Colin Morton sat up abruptly and raised his wand, aiming it at Ivan.
Although such a sneak attack was somewhat unethical, Colin Morton often dealt with extremely vicious Dark Wizards, and had never cared much for face or rules.
Sometimes you have to be more resourceful and more shameless than a Dark Wizard in order to solve a case…
Ivan, however, was not fooled by this. His lips curled into a sneer, and he did not dodge the combined attacks of the Aurors. Instead, he waved his wand and shouted.
"Curling-Morton incoming!"
Colin Morton, who was secretly preparing to attack, felt an inexplicable force pulling at his body. He flew uncontrollably towards Ivan and watched in horror as his body collided with the oncoming spells.
With an indignant roar, poor Colin Morton was knocked unconscious once again…
The fighting Aurors were also embarrassed, but Ivan had no intention of letting them go. While they were distracted, he flicked his wand, and the wooden chair beside him transformed into a long rope to tie up the Aurors.
Seeing that the battle was over, Fran and the others quickly removed the magical barrier. The surrounding wizards gasped when they saw their fallen comrades.
They might have expected Ivan to win, but they never imagined that the battle would be so easy. Dozens of elite Aurors working together were defeated so easily.
The only thing they were glad about was that they didn't step forward in the heat of the moment.
At the same time, all the wizards who knew healing magic immediately went forward to check on the injured.
As this was a friendly match, not a life-and-death battle, both sides were careful to control the power of their spells and not use dangerous dark magic such as the Death Curse.
In addition to the fact that Ivan the Younger had held back, the eighty or so Aurors who had fallen to the ground were actually fine. Most of them only suffered minor injuries, the worst of which was Colin Morton, who was only badly lacerated by the combined spells of the Aurors.
Even so, the hall was in chaos, and Ivan directed Fran and the others to send the more seriously injured Aurors to him for treatment.
Half an hour later, all the Aurors except for a few who had lost too much blood and needed to be taken to the infirmary were gathered in the Great Hall.
The atmosphere was different from when Ivan first came in. All the wizards were much more well-behaved and no longer had the faint arrogance they had before. The hall was silent, and many people looked at Ivan with fear.
"I must say, I'm disappointed in your performance," Ivan said, looking around the arena, particularly at the Aurors he had fought.
"Originally, when you eighty-seven wizards joined forces, even if you could not defeat me, you would not have suffered such a terrible defeat. Unfortunately, you were so overwhelmed by the disparaging words that you ignored all the hints I gave you, and even refused to believe the proven information, and repeatedly underestimated the power of your opponents."
"You choose to fight on your own against an opponent far more powerful than you, without even the simplest of communication at the beginning of the battle. If you are facing Grindelwald this time, I'm afraid a funeral awaits you tomorrow!"
"If that's the extent of the so-called Elites, then I wouldn't mind asking your Minister for a replacement!" Ivan sneered.
Hearing this, the Aurors lowered their heads in shame. They finally understood that Ivan's repeated provocations were just to test their various abilities, and they had clearly failed.
Yvonne scolded them and told them about the mistakes they had made during the battle. She nodded to herself when she saw that none of them dared to disagree with her.
The battle just now was naturally intentional on his part. After all, Ivan did not have much time to slowly integrate this newly established army. If he did not take this opportunity to dampen these people's spirits, many people would probably go against him in the future.
Now, the effect was quite good, and he had established his prestige. Next, he only needed to break up these Aurors according to nationality and reorganize them. Then, this rapid-response force would be truly established.