Hogwarts' White Lord

If Hermione became the Minister of Magic, it would mean that Ivan effectively controlled the entirety of England.

He would have legitimate authority and the backing of a righteous cause.

England's international status in the wizarding world is exceptionally high.

As the base camp of the Western European wizarding community, candidates nominated by the British Ministry of Magic are naturally very competitive.

Once Ivan was elected as the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, the entire wizarding world would shift according to his will.

Those who opposed him, the stubborn elements, or those who lost their vested interests—

in the future, they would all share one title: losers.

"You know about my club. Would you like to join us, Professor?"

Ivan extended an olive branch to Snape.

He didn't expect to gain Snape's allegiance immediately.

Ivan simply made it clear that he valued Snape's abilities and was open to recruiting him.

It must be acknowledged—Snape was an exceptional talent in the original timeline.

Voldemort sought him out, and Dumbledore recruited him as well.

If not for his deep involvement with Harry and his role as a double agent, Snape might never have met such a tragic end.

"Are you kidding?"

"What do you think?"

Ivan lowered his hand. He wasn't offended by Snape's refusal.

It was natural for someone to harbor doubts, especially about someone as young as Ivan.

Besides, Snape's devotion to Lily and his protective instincts toward Harry were well-known.

"The Ministry of Magic will arrive soon."

Ivan stood up, walking toward the door with his hands clasped behind his back.

As he reached the doorway, he turned and looked at Snape, who still seemed puzzled.

"Professor, do you want to come with me?"

"What?"

"Prophecy magic, you know. I can see the future~"

Ivan said, pointing at his eyes and then gesturing toward the window. "In about half an hour, officials from the Ministry of Magic will arrive at Hogwarts to invite Dumbledore to a meeting."

"You haven't been exposed, have you?"

"Well..."

Ivan shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows? But I think the Ministry of Magic is likely just coming to speak with the headmaster."

The Path of the Fire God spell was too closely tied to Dumbledore.

Moody knew this magic.

However, Ivan believed Moody would never betray Dumbledore. If Moody wanted to confirm the truth, he would likely approach Dumbledore in private.

That said, Moody wasn't the only one who had witnessed POTFG.

If the Ministry of Magic employed certain investigative spells, uncovering the truth was only a matter of time.

"What are you planning to do?"

Snape asked, his voice carrying both curiosity and unease.

The Ministry of Magic was on their way, yet Ivan—the person most likely responsible for the commotion—seemed completely unbothered.

In fact, he seemed eager to invite him.

Snape has never seen such a bold and arrogant dark wizard!

Yes, a dark wizard.

Even if he is still young, Ivan now gives Snape the same feeling as a dark wizard who ignores the law.

Of course, it doesn't mean that dark wizards are bad people.

Snape himself is a dark wizard.

The so-called dark wizards and white wizards are actually two types of people in the magic world, and there is no difference between the two.

Maybe in the eyes of Muggles, dark wizards are very evil.

But in the eyes of wizards, the black market is similar to professions such as forensic doctors and gravekeepers.

People will avoid risks and be afraid, but they will not think that they should not exist.

Dark wizards are not criminals, they are just wizards who study dark magic, that's all....or that is what Snape thinks.

"Let's go, Professor," Ivan said casually, already heading toward the seventh floor.

Snape followed quickly, intending to warn Ivan not to provoke the Ministry of Magic.

But as he trailed behind, he couldn't help but worry—not about Ivan, but about the Ministry itself.

Would they even be able to handle him?

By the way, who should be afraid here?

This little monster!

Snape thought to himself, both frustrated and awed.

He couldn't comprehend why such an impossibly powerful little wizard existed.

Can an Archmage evolve even further? 

What is that?

Is it more powerful than Dumbledore and Voldemort combined?

"Ivan?"

On the way, Ivan encountered Professor McGonagall.

When the stern professor saw Snape accompanying him, she hesitated for a moment before directing her attention toward Ivan.

She had a good idea of what Ivan might have done the day before.

This morning, when McGonagall saw the headlines in the Daily Prophet, she had been nearly scared to death.

"Are you okay?"

McGonagall, unlike others, understood Ivan's nature. He wasn't like Voldemort, reckless and malevolent. Whatever his reasons for invading Gringotts, McGonagall believed he must have had a valid purpose.

Moreover, Ivan had exercised restraint throughout the incident. That alone was enough to reassure her to some extent.

"For the cursed gold coins from before," Ivan said, his tone softer and more respectful toward McGonagall than it had been with Snape.

Ivan truly respected Professor McGonagall, viewing her as an elder akin to Dumbledore.

Snape, on the other hand, did not occupy such a place in Ivan's heart.

To Ivan, Snape was more like an exceptionally skilled manager—someone to be recruited as a capable subordinate.

By contrast, Ivan had never considered treating McGonagall or Flitwick as followers.

His vision for them was different.

McGonagall and Flitwick were better suited to remain at Hogwarts, where their talents as educators would continue to inspire new generations of wizards.

As for Ivan, his goal was clear: to succeed Dumbledore as the next headmaster of Hogwarts when the time came.

Additionally, when considering the issue of qualifications, Ivan thought it best for Professor McGonagall to succeed Dumbledore as the next headmaster. He could wait another decade or so—until he was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old—before officially stepping into the role himself.

"Cursed gold coins?"

"Yes, they're items from the Ambrosius family."

Professor McGonagall's expression grew tense. "So..."

"I destroyed them," Ivan stated simply.

Both McGonagall and Snape froze for a moment before quickly processing what Ivan had just said.

"Just as you might suspect, they were dangerous," Ivan continued. "As the heir of the Ambrosius family, I have an obligation to destroy them."

"But... directly invading Gringotts?" McGonagall said hesitantly.

"Professor, do you really think the goblins would willingly return what they've claimed as theirs?" Ivan asked, raising an eyebrow.

His words left both professors momentarily speechless.

It was true. Everyone in the wizarding world was well aware of the goblins' insatiable greed. Even treasures legally stored by wizards at Gringotts were sometimes eyed covetously by the goblins, let alone artifacts that the goblins considered part of their own hoard.

Not even the Ministry of Magic, and certainly not Fudge, could force the goblins to relinquish something they had already claimed.

"The Ministry of Magic won't risk straining relations with the goblins just because of my demands," Ivan said matter-of-factly. "In that case, my only option was to take matters into my own hands."

Even Snape, usually skeptical, found it difficult to argue with Ivan's reasoning. As for McGonagall, the stern professor let out a long sigh of relief.

At least Ivan hadn't done this for selfish or malicious reasons. He had acted to destroy dangerous magical items.

"You should remain cautious for now and avoid exposing yourself," McGonagall advised. "I'll do what I can to ensure they don't discover the truth." 

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