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Ivan initially lacked interest in any Earldom and planned to decline. However, at this moment, the Red Queen shared some information that piqued Ivan's curiosity, leading him to accept the title.
As it turned out, the Red Queen had been exploring the Earth and made fascinating discoveries. Among them, she found an energy node in the mountains near a coastal town in England. This energy node was unique, featuring intersecting ore veins, and the Red Queen's database contained instructions for crafting energy extraction equipment. Placing this equipment on the energy node would allow the underground ore veins to serve as energy transmission lines, absorbing electrical energy from the Earth's magnetic field—a nearly limitless energy source.
After reviewing the information provided by the Red Queen, Ivan realized that to achieve the most efficient results, he needed to drill nearly 10,000 meters into the ground to install the equipment. Recognizing the challenges but also the potential, Ivan decided to accept the earldom and designate the area as his territory.
The following morning, Ivan bid farewell to Dumbledore and boarded a train to meet the king, unaware that he had fallen into a conspiracy.
Arriving at Station 9 and 3/4 with Red Devil, they sensed a looming threat upon passing through the magical barrier. Simultaneously, a series of curse spells were cast, targeting Ivan and the Red Devil. Despite being caught off guard, Ivan immediately countered, unleashing a powerful surge of magic to deflect the curses. The attackers were taken aback by Ivan's unexpected strength and suspected he had used a secret technique at a significant cost.
Observing the surroundings, Ivan realized that King's Cross Station, which should have been bustling with people awaiting the train, had fallen eerily silent. Hooded wizards with wands in hand were the only figures present. This blatant display went against the fundamental principle in both the black and white wizarding worlds: remaining hidden from ordinary individuals.
Recognizing the severity of the situation, Ivan's eyes grew cold. Black or white, wizards shared the same goal of concealing their existence from the non-magical world. The fact that these wizards dared to act openly, having cleared the area in advance for their ambush, indicated that powerful figures from the non-magical world would cover their tracks. As he stood there, inexplicably appointed as an earl, Ivan was still puzzled over the situation.
Initially angered, Ivan soon regained his composure. These attackers were like mere jesters on a stage. Could they truly harm him? Ivan breathed deeply, assessing the situation and contemplating his next move. He was prepared to defend himself.
One of the attackers shouted, "Ivan, you've been exploiting British high-level forces and stealing magical knowledge. Today, for the sake of our magical world's peace, I will bring you to justice. Those who are wise will surrender, or face the consequences."
Amused, Ivan replied, "Such words coming from your mouth are truly laughable. If anyone has disrupted the magical world, it seems you are the main culprit. What should I call you? The Dark Lord? Voldemort? Or simply Tom Riddle?"
Despite their hooded cloaks, Ivan, with his powerful mental abilities, discerned the hidden identity of these wizards. The mark of black magic on their arms exposed their allegiance to Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Voldemort, concealed in his cloak, exuded an aura of intimidation and cold malevolence. Even his Death Eaters could sense the aura. However, Voldemort was in shock—only a select few knew his true identity. How had Ivan discovered his name? It was a clear sign of a traitor among his ranks.
Voldemort demanded, "Who are you? How do you know my identity?"
Ivan responded, "My life's motto is to trick my enemies through ignorance. Do you think I would reveal my knowledge to you?"
Undeterred, Voldemort attempted to cast the Avada Kedavra curse. Ivan, reading the curse's trajectory, evaded it with ease. He retaliated with a spell of his own, releasing a spectral entity formed of light particles.
Ivan ordered, "Azazel, handle the lesser foes with Ghost. As for the renowned Dark Lord, I'll deal with him. Don't let the minor players disrupt us."
Red Devil and Ghost followed Ivan's orders. Ghost transformed into a formidable spectral creature, displaying incredible strength, speed, and agility. It swiftly eliminated Death Eaters, leaving them powerless to resist.
Red Devil, meanwhile, displayed an enigmatic ability. He brandished daggers and approached the Death Eaters with confidence. Even when attacked with magic, he remained unharmed, as if the attacks passed through him. He was a phantom, untouchable.
As the Death Eaters struggled to comprehend this baffling phenomenon, the Red Devil altered his tactics. He created small wormholes, allowing him to strike the Death Eaters from behind, catching them off guard. The Death Eaters were confounded and frightened.
While the Death Eaters battled the Red Devil and the ghost, Voldemort and Ivan faced each other in a spellcasting duel. Voldemort, using his wand, fired a black flame—Fiendfyre—at Ivan.
Ivan, however, had no intention of countering with the same magic. He stood his ground, waiting for the attack, confident that Voldemort would be the one to rue his actions.
Voldemort transformed the Fiendfyre into a colossal black snake, sending it charging toward Ivan. Despite the snake's menacing approach, Ivan remained composed. At the last moment, he pointed a finger and invoked the "Apparation" spell.
The fiery snake twisted and vanished. Voldemort was momentarily perplexed. Apparation was typically used for spatial travel, not to manipulate spells. Before he could comprehend the situation, a strange sound reached his ears.
Voldemort instinctively turned, sensing an imminent threat. His heart raced as he realized that the same Fiendfyre he had conjured moments earlier now loomed behind him. Ivan had redirected the spell, turning it against its caster.
Voldemort barely had time to erect a protective barrier before the Fiendfyre consumed him. His relief was palpable when the fiery serpent dissipated, leaving him unscathed.