Hogwarts' White Lord

Hua La La.~

Ivan pulled the Soul Coffin out of the traceless extension bag.

Both he and Dumbledore had already spent time studying the magic surrounding it and had determined how to completely destroy it.

However, before that could happen, Ivan still needed to thoroughly study the curse it contained.

The main quest for Ivan's first year at Hogwarts had two requirements:

First, he needed to completely analyze the spells on the Soul Coffin and the cursed gold coins to understand their essence.

Second, he had to destroy both the Soul Coffin and the gold coins, ensuring the curse they carried would vanish entirely from the world.

Of the two, the latter was relatively straightforward.

The real challenge lay in analyzing the intricacies of the Soul Coffin itself.

"Do you need my help?"

Dumbledore stood off to the side, watching Ivan carefully observe the Soul Coffin with his wand, turning it and inspecting it from every angle.

The two of them had already determined the nature of the gold coins' curse.

It was a form of ritual magic, deeply tied to a powerful contract.

Once activated, the curse would latch onto the victim's soul like a parasite, impossible to remove or escape from easily.

Ivan's movements were deliberate and meticulous.

He had no intention of becoming a victim of the Soul Coffin's curse while attempting to complete his task.

The irony of being cursed by something introduced by his own system would have been far too ridiculous for him to tolerate.

"Leave it to me, Headmaster," Ivan said, declining Dumbledore's offer of assistance.

The old headmaster had already done enough. After all, he had turned a blind eye to Ivan's intrusion into Gringotts and his clashes with the Aurors.

The old man watched carefully, curious to see how Ivan would handle the sarcophagus.

Ivan had said he intended to destroy it.

But as far as Dumbledore knew, there weren't many spells capable of destroying such a deeply cursed object.

The simplest and most effective option was Fiendfyre.

Dumbledore wondered if Ivan could master the true Fiendfyre.

With Dumbledore by his side, there would be no risk of the fire spiraling out of control.

More importantly, the experience would give Ivan a firsthand understanding of the destructive nature of black magic, serving as a stark reminder to use such power with caution.

"Just as I thought," Ivan murmured, closing his magic eyes and shutting down his spiritual vision.

"When I was studying the cursed gold coins earlier, I realized something—the source of the curse isn't the gold coins themselves. It's this sarcophagus."

The sarcophagus was the origin of the curse, while the gold coins acted as tools to spread it.

The relationship between the two is like that of the man-eating plant and the sweet nectar.

The gold coins can seduce human greed, and the final harvest is actually the sarcophagus, the carrier.

In other words, the number and type of gold coins have no effect on the curse itself.

Even if all the gold coins inside are destroyed, The Soul Coffin will also take back the lost curse magic and redistribute it to the remaining gold coins.

And if one day, all the gold coins will be broken.

That doesn't matter.

As long as you continue to throw gold coins into the Soul Coffin, the curse it contains can still create more and more powerful cursed gold coins.

To some extent, the Soul Coffin was a terrifying magical artifact.

'No wonder the system asked me to study this thing,' Ivan thought, frowning slightly.

'The curse magic on the Soul Coffin doesn't just follow a simple magical cycle—it replenishes itself.'

"The magic of ...death," Dumbledore said quietly, voicing the answer before Ivan could speak.

"You've figured it out, then?" Ivan asked, unsurprised.

Dumbledore had always been deeply perceptive. It wasn't surprising that he would recognize death magic when it was so present.

"I once searched for the legend of the Deathly Hallows with a friend," Dumbledore said, his gaze distant.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Ivan asked knowingly.

At the mention of that name, Dumbledore's expression froze for just a moment before softening into a small smile.

"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "You know, we were once very close."

He hesitated, then added quietly, "We even said it together: 'For the greater good.'"

The last time Ivan and Dumbledore had spoken about Grindelwald, Ivan had found himself admiring the man's ideals, even if his methods had been flawed.

"Is Harry's Invisibility Cloak one of the Deathly Hallows?" Ivan asked.

After returning from Christmas, Ivan had seen Harry's cloak and asked to study it for a while.

While examining it, he'd sensed faint traces of death magic woven into its core.

"Was it originally in your hands?" Ivan pressed further.

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"After James and Lily died, the key to the Potter family vault was entrusted to me."

Dumbledore had obtained the invisibility cloak ten years ago and had studied it for a long time.

The old man did not hide this fact.

As a wizard, curiosity about the power of death was entirely natural.

"So? Did you find anything?" Ivan asked.

"I did," Dumbledore replied. "We all know that there is magic in nature."

The magic of nature is the source of power for magical transformations.

Only when wizards truly understand the laws of magic in nature can they deduce potion formulas, balance their bodies, and harmonize with the magic that exists naturally in the world.

However, the natural magic that Ivan and Dumbledore referred to was not the same as the elemental forces—earth, water, wind, fire—that ordinary people imagined.

The two concepts were fundamentally different.

The former refers to the material composition of nature—the tangible elements of the world.

In contrast, true natural magic is tied to intangible and conceptual forces.

For example:

The magic of death

The magic of the starry sky

The magic of time

The magic of the mind

The magic of fate

These forces exist beyond the material realm and carry a much deeper significance.

"The Death magic was used in the creation of the Soul Coffin," Ivan observed thoughtfully.

"It can operate endlessly, but it's different from the magical cycle of Hogwarts Castle," he added.

"This artifact passively absorbs death magic from the world around it to replenish its own power."

Dumbledore nodded as Ivan's explanation continued.

The magic that sustains Hogwarts Castle works differently.

The source of its power is the young wizards who study within its walls.

"Every young wizard who enters Hogwarts signs a magical contract with the castle."

"And as they live and study here, they provide enough magic to keep the castle running."

In essence, as long as students are enrolled at Hogwarts, the castle's magic will remain endless and inexhaustible.

"So? Are you having any ideas I should be worried about?"

"Haah~ It's too early for me to wield the magic of death," Ivan remarked calmly.

He wasn't tempted by the immense power associated with death magic. Instead of lingering, Ivan took decisive action. He raised his wand and cast a spell on the cursed gold coins and the Soul Coffin.

The powerful spell, fueled by positive emotions, clashed against the dark magic residing within the Soul Coffin.

The opposing forces—positive and negative—began to collide violently, disrupting the intricate magical balance inside the artifact.

Crack!!

A sharp, splintering sound echoed as the Soul Coffin began to break apart.

Before long, it crumbled bit by bit, turning to ashes and vanishing into the air right before their eyes.

"You did it," Dumbledore said softly, his voice tinged with admiration.

"Yeah," Ivan replied simply, as if it were nothing extraordinary.

'And with this, my task should be over' Ivan wasn't surprised.

And as the first-year trial task was completed, the pleasant system prompt sound also rang in Ivan's ears.

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