"Stop! If you don't stop, I'm going to do it! Lockhart felt embarrassed, and shouted with a wave of his wand after nearly being hit by a curse that flew from nowhere.

“Immobulus”

Lockhart tries to use the Immobilization Charm to redeem his dignity as a professor,

Unfortunately, it backfired, and after shouting the spell loudly, Lockhart only saw beautiful fireworks shoot out from the tip of his wand.

And then... And then there is no more...

Lockhart was about to say something to hide his embarrassment when a round, irregular object slammed into the back of his head and exploded, pouring viscous liquid over his head.

A foul smell almost knocked Lockhart unconscious.

"Who?" Lockhart turned around, angrily about to see if the bastard had thrown it, but saw more big shit flying towards him.

Lockhart once again held on to his luck and released an obstacle spell to stop the big dung.

However, his spell went berserk again, turning into a powerful blasting spell, causing all the dung eggs flying in mid-air to explode, and a fishy yellow liquid rained down from the sky...

Lockhart hurriedly took off his coat and covered the top of his head, fleeing the battlefield as fast as he could, so as not to be affected.

However, on the way to escape, Lockhart also saw Ivan standing in the middle of the battlefield, with several spells, but still standing, and even able to fight back again and again.

In particular, the shimmering ring on Ivan's right hand caught Lockhart's attention...

"All petrified! Armor Protection! Unbeknownst to Ivan, Lockhart was watching him, waving his wand to petrify a Slytherin who was casting a spell on him, and quickly blessed himself with armor.

His protective ring was temporarily unusable after resisting multiple spells in a row...

Ivan saw this unprecedented college scuffle and didn't know how to stop it for a while.

It was already chaotic enough for a group of young wizards to fight, and the joke toy goods that Fred sold suddenly made the whole venue smoky.

I don't know who threw out a few fireworks that were lit, and the fireworks and sparks that exploded everywhere set off a wave of chaos.

Seeing the conflict intensifying, several senior wizards even began to brew lethal spells.

Inevitably, the chaos escalated again, causing irreparable consequences, and Ivan had no choice but to come to a large-scale clearance.

Using magic to repair the iron armor spell on his body, Ivan rushed straight into the Slytherin camp like a tiger into a wolf pack.

In the next instant, Ivan activated the magic ring on his left wrist,

A huge wave of magic power spread from Ivan's body in all directions...

The large number of spells that came towards Ivan had already been extinguished before they could get close, and a dozen Slytherin wizards were swept away on the spot...

This is the result of Ivan's control of power,

After Ivan made an all-out shot, the Gryffindor wizard, who already had the upper hand, instantly overwhelmed his opponent, and in just two minutes, there was no longer a standing Slytherin on the field.

As George and the others celebrated their victory, Professor McGonagall's suppressed anger rang behind them.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"

McGonagall, who rushed over after receiving the news, saw a colorful magic light before entering the stadium, and when she got closer, she realized that the matter was even more serious than she thought.

There was a wailing Slytherin wizard lying on the ground, most of them were under a curse, and a few of the more unlucky ones were smashed in the face by a big dung egg and fainted alive.

Professor McGonagall trembled with rage, and after waving her wand to remove the various spells from the Slytherins, she turned her head to look at the trembling Wood and the others, especially Ivan's body for a moment.

In McGonagall's opinion, there were actually more Slytherins on the pitch than Gryffindor, but they were beaten like this, and it was obvious that Ivan did it.

"Professor McGonagall, here's the thing—" Ivan stepped forward, not trying to hide it. Tell me about the attack on Harry on the pitch and the suspicion that Slytherin was doing something in secret.

After all, there are so many people here, and it is impossible to hide it, so it is better to tell the truth directly.

After explaining the cause, Ivan paused, then continued.

"Anyway, because there are some contradictions between this everyone, I am worried that someone will not be able to control the power of the spell and cause casualties, so I will stop the chaos..."

That's how you stop the chaos? Professor McGonagall looked at the Slytherins who had just gotten up from the ground, and her mind was a little confused.

Ivan nodded obediently and knocked the enemy down, so wouldn't there be no fighting?

Professor McGonagall glared at him fiercely, then at Wood and the others, and scolded him.

"I'm so disappointed by you, nothing so bad has ever happened to Hogwarts since I took charge!"

"Because you guys are fighting on the court, Gryffindor will be deducted two hundred points!" Professor McGonagall said coldly.

Two hundred... That's too ruthless!

Gryffindor doesn't have two hundred points to deduct...

Ivan was stunned, and George retorted even more eagerly. "Professor, those Slytherins were the ones who got their hands on the Quidditch arena first!"

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall interrupted.

"Ms. Hodge had already mentioned this to me when she informed me.

She told me plainly that a powerful confusion spell had been cast on Bludger, and as far as I knew, there was no one in the whole school... Only a handful of young wizards can do just that! ”

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something more categorical, but when her gaze swept over Ivan, she changed her words in time.

If Ivan is confused and is as good as his Transfiguration skills, he can cast the corresponding spell on Bludger.

However, Ivan was from Gryffindor House and had a good relationship with Harry, so it was obviously impossible to do so.

"Where's your Professor Lockhart?" McGonagall suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked around.

If she remembers correctly, Hodge said that Lockhart was on the court today... Why didn't he prevent such a bad thing from happening.

"Professor Lockhart is over there." Ivan reluctantly pointed to the lawn on the right.

Professor McGonagall followed his direction, only to see Lockhart lying on the lawn, his bright coat covering his head, apparently fainting.

In fact, Lockhart was just pretending to be stunned, because he hadn't figured out how to explain why he was powerless to stop the dispute between the two colleges.

When he's done thinking about it, he won't wake up...