After finishing Moody's cooking, Ivan stepped forward and picked up his wand on the ground, then turned back to deal with Barty Crouch Jr.

In the space of those few minutes, Barty Crouch Jr. also found a way to deal with Shadow of the Unicorn.

After being poked in a bloody hole in his arm, he finally seized the opportunity to use the powerful black magic to smash the difficult Patronus into a mist of light at the moment when the unicorn shadow materialized.

The two of them freed their hands almost at the same time, and their eyes quickly met each other.

Ivan was no different from when he first entered, and his momentum was even better than before, as pieces of dragon scales climbed up his neck, covering a third of his face.

In contrast, Barty Crouch Jr. is much more miserable, with deep faces, withered faces, and thick blood stains on his clothes that have not been washed for a long time.

"It seems that your master doesn't trust you that much." Ivan said with a sneer.

From Barty Crouch Jr.'s reaction to the unicorn shadow just now, Ivan could tell that he didn't know anything about his bloodline magic.

This shows that Voldemort did not reveal the details of his fight with him a few years ago to this loyal servant.

"Oh, yes, of course he wouldn't say that he was beaten up by a little wizard in the first year and ran away...", Ivan suddenly thought of this, and said sarcastically.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s face suddenly became gloomy, he didn't pay attention to Ivan's "gibberish" at all, his expression looked a little crazy, and he muttered to himself.

"Don't struggle, no one can stop the Dark Lord's plan......"

"No one!" Barty Crouch Jr. burst out laughing like crazy, staring at Ivan with bloodshot eyes and waving his wand vigorously.

"Reducto ~ (Broken bones)!"

An eerie spell beam sped by.

Ivan frowned, flicked his wand, and the wooden chair beside him flew sideways, hitting the beam of light.

As soon as the two came into contact, the wooden chair exploded in an instant.

"Incendio~ (Flames!) Ivan's wand pointed again, and a large amount of broken wood burst into flames, whistling and flying towards little Barty.

To his surprise, Barty Crouch Jr. did not dodge or dodge, and carried it hard.

The hot splinter of wood hit his body and plunged into the flesh, but little Barty ignored it, and even laughed more passionately.

"Come on, Ivan Hals, die here with me...... Sacrifice the rebirth of the master with blood and fire! ”

Barty Crouch Jr. shouted and raised his bloodstained left hand, his eyes red and his two fingers cut off with black magic.

Extreme pain and hatred were quickly transformed into power under the influence of dark magic, and the wand reached the direction of Ivan and Moody, and roared madly.

"Confringo~ (Thunderbolt Blast)!"

Little Barty shouted hysterically, and the orange fire lit up at the tip of the wand, and then the hot fireball erupted, expanding rapidly in mid-air, and soon grew to the size of three meters, and the rolling heat wave was overwhelming.

"Maniac!" Ivan, who witnessed this scene, had a numb scalp and couldn't help but scold.

Of course, he could tell that Barty Crouch Jr. was using self-harm to amplify the power of the dark arts, but this space was the size of a classroom, and using a massive blasting spell here would be tantamount to self-destruction!

But now was clearly not the time to think about it, and Ivan was casting one protective magic after another at the fastest speed in his life.

"Protegos~"

"Impedimento~ (Obstacles)"

"The wooden bed is flying!" After casting several protective spells, Ivan waved his wand at the large bed as a final line of protection.

Barty Crouch's maniacal laughter echoed around him, and the huge fireball had swelled to four meters in size, but the power of the hatred and pain blessing was beyond his grasp, so as expected, the fireball exploded halfway through.

The scorching flames and furious shockwaves spread out in all directions.

Ivan's carefully laid protective spells quickly cracked, and then shattered, and Barty Crouch Jr., as the caster, was swept away by the heat wave for the first time.

A deafening explosion rang out, and endless light and heat poured into this small space.

It took more than half a minute for the explosion to subside.

Only the tyrannical flames still devoured all the combustibles in the room like maggots on tarsal bones, and the wooden table standing in front of it was burned black char.

Fortunately, the multiple protections greatly weakened the power of this blasting spell, and with the protection of dragon scales, Ivan who was hiding behind did not suffer any damage.

However, the sharp rise in temperature and the little oxygen left still caused Ivan a huge problem, and if it weren't for the magic like the bubble head charm, he would have passed out from lack of oxygen long ago.

"Oh no, Professor Moody!"

Ivan's face changed suddenly, and only then did he remember that Moody was still here, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s magic just now was so amazing that he only cared about strengthening the protection but forgot about Moody.

Ivan hurriedly turned his head to look for Moody, and was surprised to see a golden barrier erected in the corner, and two figures could be faintly seen standing inside.

The next moment, the golden barrier collapsed, and Dumbledore, dressed in a purple robe, appeared in front of Ivan.

Hermione was standing beside him, holding her breath as her face turned red.

Moody, however, fell unconscious on the ground as before.

"Hermione? Professor Dumbledore? Ivan looked at the two of them and said in surprise.

"You're doing a good job, Hals......" Dumbledore waved his wand slightly, and the flames drifted in front of him on all sides, and then all of them were extinguished under the spell.

"Professor, since you're here, why didn't you stop Barty from casting spells just now?" Ivan looked at Dumbledore and said rather depressedly.

"Please forgive an old wizard for his poor reaction speed, Hals, and I've just arrived—" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, apologetically.

Ivan rolled his eyes, he didn't believe that Dumbledore had just arrived, how could there be such a coincidence.

He even suspected that the other party was standing on the sidelines the whole time to peek at him and fighting with Moody and Barty Jr., but he kept watching without moving.

Thinking of this, Ivan couldn't help but be a little angry, but before he could say anything, the space around him shook, and he looked in a panic, shocked to see that the wooden walls around him were collapsing rapidly......

"The explosion just now caused the magic to expand this space to be destroyed, and it looks like we need to get out of here soon." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, his expression becoming solemn.