Hogwarts' White Lord

"But your magic just now..."

But the crux of the matter was not there.

What did Snape just witness?

A young wizard, who had only been at Hogwarts for less than a year—even as a natural-born great wizard—should not be capable of performing such magic with a simple wave of his hand.

It was undeniable that this display shattered Snape's understanding of the capabilities of wizards.

"How did you do it?"

"A whole new realm, Professor."

With his newfound strength, Ivan spoke with confidence.

"A new realm?"

Snape frowned, clearly puzzled by Ivan's statement.

"Let me put it this way," Ivan began. "Do you know about the concept of an Archmage?"

Snape certainly did. Voldemort, Dumbledore, and the former Grindelwald—all of them were great wizards.

Moody and Kingsley understood the distinction between great wizards and ordinary ones, but Snape, who had close interactions with both Voldemort and Dumbledore, knew even more. He was fully aware of the vast gap that separated them from ordinary wizards.

"I am a natural-born Archmage, Professor. You should know that, right?"

"Are you showing off to me?"

"..."

Ivan smiled. "I suppose so. But isn't it simply the truth?"

"Then, what is this new realm you're talking about?"

"God."

When Ivan spoke, Snape looked at him as though he had lost his mind.

"Well, of course, I mean the power of God," Ivan clarified, his tone calm. "I call it Greater Magic—a new power that has undergone a qualitative change from ordinary magic."

Ivan regarded Snape with optimism. He genuinely believed Snape had the potential to become a great wizard.

Not just Snape, but also Professors McGonagall and Flitwick.

Although the two deans were older, seventy years wasn't much for wizards.

Wizards with powerful magic unconsciously conveyed their needs to magic as they aged, maintaining the vitality of their bodies.

Take Dumbledore, for example—he was nearly 120 years old. Despite his white hair, his physical condition was still robust.

While it would be an exaggeration to call him young, he could still hold his own against a middle-aged man in his fifties.

For wizards, as long as they weren't killed or succumb to a magical mishap, their natural lifespans easily exceeded 100 years.

Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick were all masters in their respective magical fields.

They had no shortage of magical knowledge or experience. What they lacked was the courage to attempt a magic transformation ritual—and, perhaps most importantly, "luck."

The mortality rate of magic transformation was extraordinarily high. Any trace of fear in one's heart would lead to failure, almost without exception.

But now, there was Ivan.

Just as he could help Penelope and Hermione design magic transformation potions, he could also help the deans take that crucial step further.

In front of the magic eye and a soul attribute of 5, luck is irrelevant.

As long as Ivan desired, he could ensure the safety of magic transformation.

Even in the case of failure, he could still protect them and avert any danger.

After multiple magic transformations, a master of magic can break the shackles of life, let their magic power advance further, and thus become an Archmage.

"And now, I am at the edge of the Archmage's realm."

For this new realm, Ivan could only describe it as mythical.

The power to pluck the strings of the world felt scarcely different from the abilities attributed to legendary gods.

Ivan didn't go into detail about the specific changes.

It was impossible to explain; without experiencing that reality firsthand, one couldn't comprehend how the strings of the world truly functioned.

"Magic is power."

"Professor, you asked me why I didn't disguise myself," Ivan said, his tone calm. "But is it necessary?"

"In all of England, there is no wizard more powerful than Professor Dumbledore."

"But why does the Ministry of Magic fear Voldemort but not him?"

"Because the headmaster restrains himself and abides by the rules of the magical world," Ivan answered plainly.

Voldemort is a complete disruptor. He disregards the rules of the magical world entirely. Not only does he kill wizards indiscriminately, but he also treats Muggles as less than human, slaughtering them at will.

And yet, even such a Voldemort has the support of many pure-bloods.

It can be seen from this that the laws of the Ministry of Magic are bullshit!

"The Ministry of Magic is no match for me alone."

"Professor, do you know what this means?"

Ivan said boldly, "It means that if I wanted to, I could destroy the entire Ministry of Magic by myself!"

Hearing this, even Snape couldn't help but tremble inwardly before taking a deep breath.

He had always known that the young wizard before him was not an ordinary student.

Ivan might be even more terrifying than Voldemort!

With greater talent, more powerful magic, and his ambitious thoughts, Ivan was a force that no one could ignore.

As Ivan said, if he wished, the laws of the Ministry of Magic were utterly meaningless to him.

"Yes.. Magic is power," Snape murmured to himself. He found no words to refute Ivan's claim.

"But!"

"Professor," Ivan said, raising a finger with a smile, "I am willing to abide by the rules of the game everyone has set."

"I want to be the second Dumbledore, not Voldemort."

When a wizard with overwhelming power chooses not to wield violence and instead adheres to the established rules, what more could anyone demand of him?

Would they really push such a being to the opposite side, forcing them to become an enemy?

The old headmaster had already recognized this truth, which was why he was so reassured.

In the wizarding world, there is a clear path to advancement.

After graduating from a magical school, wizards either join various departments in the Ministry of Magic or become free wizards, quietly building their reputation.

When the term of the current president of the International Confederation of Wizards ends, candidates can seek nominations from the Ministries of Magic in various countries.

The nominated individuals then step onto the international stage to garner votes.

With Ivan's talent, he didn't need to follow Voldemort's destructive path.

What sense did it make to set oneself against countless wizards?

"I don't really understand Voldemort," Ivan said thoughtfully.

"With his abilities, he could have taken a much broader road, yet he chose the most extreme one."

Perhaps, in the eyes of Voldemort—who had reached the level of an Archmage—the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic weren't worth walking alongside.

So, he decided to carve his path through sheer force.

But that wasn't Ivan's style.

Ivan preferred Dumbledore's way of handling things, albeit with less of the self-sacrificing "martyr" approach. He would not cause destruction or kill indiscreetly, but he would also not be taken as a fool who only knows pacifism and will command authority and respect.

"I will continue to grow, and I will work hard to cultivate my own team," Ivan said confidently.

"Then, I'll gain the support of the Ministry of Magic."

Ivan didn't desire the position of Minister of Magic himself.

But there was someone close to him who was perfectly suited for it—Hermione—under Ivan's control, of course.

In the original timeline, Hermione had become the Minister of Magic.

It was clear that she possessed the talent and determination needed to excel in such a role.

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