Just as Conor was thinking about it, a feeling of palpitations suddenly came to his mind.

"Have you really seen a genius? Director Conor... Don't use your shallow insights to measure our strength..." Ivan said casually, his eyes turned into orange-yellow vertical pupils, a terrifying dragon Wei gradually permeated this fairly wide classroom.

Conor stared at these eyes, only feeling that he was strangling his throat by the **** of death, his breath was being pulled away a little bit.

In a trance, the figure of Ivan Hals seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and he was as small as an ant in the ground...

"If you have any doubts about my remarks, your Excellency, you can try it yourself..." Ivan stepped forward, and the faint noise of his shoes on the floor was like the sound of a drum stirring Connor. Your tight nerves.

Conor swallowed hard, shuddering all over, and the hand holding the wand was faintly trembling.

Before today, he would never believe that one day he would be pressed by a young wizard with his aura to the point where it would be difficult to move bullets.

The little wizard in front of him even reminded him of the attack on Grindelwald, the Magical Capitol of North America a few days ago. That terrifying man forcibly took away the vice chairman of the Congress in front of all of them. More than sixty guards of the Auror were in charge. In front of the opponent, it was like a chicken dog, easily defeated.

Conor will never forget the gaze Grindelwald looked at himself before he left. It was indifference, like looking at the sight of a wild dog on the side of the road...

In addition to Conor, the three Aurors who followed in were similarly facing enemies, but they were not the target Ivan deliberately targeted, so they still retained a certain amount of action ability under the pressure of aura.

But this was obviously not a good thing. Just after Ivan stepped forward again, one of the Aurors could no longer stand it, and pulled out the wand, and his movement quickly aroused. In a chain reaction, the other two Aurors also subconsciously drew the wands from their waists...

Don't do it... Conor subconsciously wanted to shout, but it was still a step too late. When the pressure reached its extreme, the string called sanity broke almost instantly.

"Expelliarmus~ (except your weapon The Auror who stood in the front row took the lead, shouting like a vent.

Almost at the same time, the two colleagues in the rear also attacked tacitly, and two light beams of various colors flew toward Ivan.

It's over... Conor's mind suddenly flashed this thought, and then a bright light occupied his vision, and the violent explosion sounded in his ears in the next second.

The entire classroom shook violently, the tables and chairs around it exploded, and the turbulent air wave rolled over Conor to the ground.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the pressure of the aura that originally locked him firmly disappeared at this moment, and Conor climbed up from the ground stiff hands and feet, and quickly looked around.

Ivan Hals was still standing not far in front of him, looking calm and relaxed, while the three law enforcement Aurors of the International Wizarding Federation had fallen to the ground, looking more miserable than one.

The wizard who initiated the disarming curse had his wand in his hand beaten into two pieces. The other two Aurors were petrified all over, and the other was fainted by the aftermath of the blasting curse, covered in blood. .

"How dare you... dare to attack the Auror openly!" Conor gritted his teeth, his anger was extreme, but under Ivan's indifferent gaze, the extremely loud voice at first became weaker and weaker, and finally nearly Inaudible.

"Don't be slanderous, Director Conor, it's clear that these Aurors blatantly attacked an innocent student at Hogwarts!" Ivan raised his eyebrows and corrected dissatisfiedly. Then he shook his wand and continued.

"In addition, my wand is here. If the International Federation of Wizards has any doubts, it can be tested. At best, I have released a few defensive spells. Blasting spells, petrifying spells, and disarming spells are just a few of them. Mr. Auror’s handwriting..."

He just bounced back the curse of these people.

Conor was almost fainted by Ivan's shameless beating, but he was afraid of the opponent's understatement and defeated the strength of the three Aurors. Conor had to turn to Pierce, who had been forgotten by him before, and looked forward to it. The Minister of Magic can help him put pressure on the other side together.

However, Pierce seemed to be blind suddenly, and didn't say a word during the conflict, and didn't even look at him.

Seeing that Conor didn't give up, Ivan sneered, looked at Pierce and spoke. "Minister Pierce, does the International Wizarding Federation have the right to attack the people in England?"

"Of course not!" The sculptural Pierce came alive in an instant, assuming a righteous gesture. "I will never allow anyone to do anything wrong in the British magic world! Even if he is the executive director of the International Wizarding Federation!"

"Director Conor, please also invite you and several of your men to the Ministry of Magic for review... wantonly attacking an underage wizard, and used a deadly blasting curse in the battle... This is a felony! "Pierce said very seriously.

He clapped his hands, and a few seconds later, Dawlish rushed in from the door with more than a dozen strikers, and surrounded the group of people from the Wizarding Association.

Shouldn't we be in the same group? Conor's face was dumbfounded. Before he could figure out the situation, the striker who rushed in took his wand and fell to the ground.

Conor almost doubted whether the little wizard in front of him was Pierce's illegitimate child~com~ so that the Minister of Magic, at the expense of North America and the Wizarding Federation, had to reverse black and white...

He tried hard to resist, but he couldn't escape the restraint of Dawlish and others. Thinking of Pierce's indifference and ruthlessness, Conor's heart suddenly sank. If he were taken away like this, his fate would never be better...

Even if the North American side can fish him out, the delay these few days will be enough to make myself suffer.

Thinking of this, Conor hurriedly said. "Wait, Mr. Hals, this is probably a...misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Ivan waved his hand and motioned to Dlex to wait a while, and asked curiously.

"You said before that if you have doubts about your rhetoric, you can experiment with it yourself... So several of my subordinates just wanted to personally verify your strength before they suddenly started their hands..." Conor was very satisfied. An aggrieved utterance explained.

"It turned out to be like this..." Ivan suddenly realized that he seemed to remember that he had said this before. He looked at Conor and reminded him earnestly. "But next time you must remember that you need to show duel etiquette before conducting friendly discussions... Not everyone is as reasonable as I am!"