Roleplay:

[The darkened chamber of Malfoy Manor is alive with whispered incantations and the crackle of magical energy. Ivan Malfoy stands at the center of a circle of cloaked figures, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he prepares to unleash the full extent of his dark powers.]

Ivan Malfoy: Gather 'round, my loyal servants. Tonight, we shall delve into the darkest depths of magic and claim our rightful place as masters of the wizarding world.

Acolyte #1: But Master Ivan, are you certain this is wise? The risks...

Ivan Malfoy: [Cuts off the acolyte with a wave of his hand] Silence, fool! Do you dare question my authority? The path to power is paved with darkness, and we shall tread it without hesitation.

Acolyte #2: As you command, Master Ivan. We stand ready to serve.

Ivan Malfoy: Good. Now, let us begin. [He raises his wand, the tip crackling with dark energy as he begins to chant in a language long forgotten by most. The circle of cloaked figures joins in, their voices blending into a sinister chorus as they channel their collective will into the ritual.]

[As the ritual progresses, the chamber fills with an otherworldly glow, casting eerie shadows on the faces of those gathered. The air grows thick with anticipation, each participant fully aware of the risks involved in dabbling with such forbidden magic.]

Acolyte #3: Master Ivan, the wards around the manor are weakening. We are drawing unwanted attention.

Ivan Malfoy: [His eyes narrow with determination] Let them come. We have nothing to fear from the feeble attempts of the Ministry to stop us. Our power is beyond their comprehension.

[Suddenly, the chamber is filled with the sound of shattering glass as a group of Aurors bursts through the wards, their wands drawn and faces set in grim determination.]

Auror: Surrender, Malfoy! Your reign of darkness ends here!

Ivan Malfoy: Foolish mortals. You dare to challenge the might of the pure-blooded elite? You shall regret this folly.

*[With a flick