Seven hundred and fortieth IX The Chief of the Evil Confers the Chief

The five or six minutes after the protective cover was destroyed felt like years to Ryan, and he hoped that these people who fought side by side with him could survive until the end of the war. So at this point, he, like Voldemort, hopes that the two can start a one-on-one battle as soon as possible.

Of course, Ryan's confidence comes from the magic tower on the floating fortress. He believes that even a well-informed dark wizard like Voldemort would never imagine that the magic towers in other worlds can improve a person's spellcasting ability to an extremely terrifying level in a short period of time.

However, in order to prevent this very important point from being discovered by Voldemort, it will not fall short. Not only can Ryan not take the initiative to go out to find Voldemort now, but he has to pretend to delay time to hide his backhand.

Thankfully, time is not on Voldemort's side in the current battle. Because even Voldemort himself couldn't guess how long the backhand of the London Ministry of Magic he had arranged before could hold Dumbledore. But one thing is certain, that is, as time goes by, the probability of Dumbledore suddenly appearing to join the battle at Hogwarts Castle is also increasing.

Voldemort would definitely not allow the fatal blow he planned to fall short at this time, so Ryan felt that he just needed a little patience, and the current situation would force Voldemort to take the initiative.

After all, if his action fails to achieve his goal, all the resources he has accumulated in the past few decades after today's war will be wiped out. Then Ryan and the others can hunt down the lonely Voldemort like a dog in the water. This is absolutely unacceptable to Voldemort who thinks highly of himself. Compared with that down-and-out appearance, he would rather take a gamble at this time.

Everything was as Ryan analyzed, after the stalemate lasted for another three minutes. A cloud of black mist suddenly flew up from behind the puppet and the Death Eaters, and then a blazing light that was exactly the same as the one that had just destroyed Hogwarts Castle hit the floating fortress. Fortunately, the modular energy magic shield on the floating fortress suddenly appeared in front of the white light and successfully blocked the blow

I've caught you. Staring at the black mist flying at high speed in the air, Ryan summoned his pink wings and flew up, and then turned into a streamer and flew straight to the sky in the sky. Road shadow. After he left the ground, the magic wand held in his right hand quickly slid in the air, drawing one after another seemingly extremely complex and delicate runes.

Just when he flew thirty or forty meters away from Voldemort, the cloud of black mist suddenly stopped in the air, revealing a black human figure. Then the black figure raised his wand and pointed it at Ryan, and a large amount of green light shot at him like a cannonball.

Sure enough, Voldemort's attack on the Sky Fortress was just a deceptive move, the purpose was to lure Ryan. Of course, Ryan, who knew what was in his mind, was not deceived. Seeing the killing spells raining down, he immediately scattered the simple rune phantoms in his hand, and then suddenly retracted his wings and fell down to avoid most of the spells. .

When he quickly fell more than ten meters, he spread his wings again, and then quickly maneuvered to the left to avoid several killing curses chased by Voldemort. What needs to be admitted is that Voldemort is indeed powerful enough. At least Ryan has never seen anyone else be able to shoot the Killing Curse like a normal spell without stopping like Voldemort.

You're finally out. Voldemort floated in the air overlooking Ryan, the lipless mouth on his bald head twisted, and then his unique cold voice resounded across the battlefield. I repeat, hand over Harry Potter, and I'll get my men out of here at once. The great Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage, and anyone can see that if I join the fight, those scraps of steel are—

My robots don't need to block you, because this task is mine. Ryan interrupted Voldemort, and then he climbed up and threw balls of white fireballs with blue lightning.

Voldemort had to condense several shields of silver-blue flames from the surrounding air to block the fireballs flying from all angles.

His face was shocked at first, and then showed an unprecedented expression of fury. Ever since he used magic to get plastic surgery and changed his name, no one has dared to interrupt Ryan like this in person for so many years.

A mudblood like you must die a tragic death. After fending off Ryan's fireball, Voldemort swung his wand and pulled a black cloud into a giant python in the surrounding air. After that, the giant python rushed towards Ryan violently, and spit out blue fireballs one after another at it from its mouth.

This cloud python seemed to be alive. The spells released by Ryan did blow up part of the cloud's body, but soon the giant python summoned figures from the thin air to complement itself. In this case, he had to fight and retreat under the double pursuit of the python and Voldemort.

Dirty Mudblood, turn around and fight me, don't run around like a mouse being chased. Voldemort laughed and released the spell while humiliating Ryan with words, Turn your head and fight me head-on !

As you wish. To Voldemort's surprise, Ryan stopped suddenly and landed on the astronomy tower of Hogwarts Castle. Then raised his wand and looked at Voldemort.

At this time, Voldemort realized that he had flown too far when chasing Ryan, so that he had now rushed into the sky between the floating fortress and Hogwarts Castle. But he let out a sneer after glancing at the resisters struggling against the Death Eaters below.

You did let me get rid of my subordinates, but now it seems that your companions didn't arrive here in time. He also landed on the Astronomy Tower, and then let the snake made of black clouds coil around his side. Go to hell now!

This is what I want to tell you. Ryan swung his wand violently after speaking, and an invisible wave of magic power came from the floating fortress above his head, covering the entire astronomical tower.

This--what? Voldemort's eyes widened in disbelief, and he found that the black mist snake he had summoned before disappeared all of a sudden, as if it had never appeared before. But in this process, he didn't feel any abnormality.

This is my magic. Ryan said, pulling out the enemy fencing sword from the space pocket, and then stared into Voldemort's eyes.

A mudblood is a mudblood, and it can only use such low-level Muggle weapons. Seeing Ryan take out the two-handed sword Voldemort laughed, and then raised the magic and swung it. But nothing happened after the wand was swung down, he frowned and swung the wand again quickly, but everything was still the same as before.

This is the realm of forbidden magic! After realizing that the magic spell could not be cast at all, Voldemort's eyes immediately showed deep fear. Now he knew what Ryan's trump card was.

A long time ago, he thought that he was an absolute killer, a high god who would send death to all rebels and become the master of death. However, when the killing blade turned to him and death approached step by step, Voldemort found that he felt the same fear as ordinary people.

Seeing Ryan approaching with a sword, Voldemort frantically waved his wand while stepping back step by step until he reached the protective wall of the Astronomy Tower. At this time, the coolness from the stone wall behind him finally calmed down his confused mind.

I still have so many Horcruxes, I will definitely not die here. Thinking of this, Voldemort calmed down, but before he had time to say anything cruel, Ryan raised his long sword and swung vigorously.

Poof! With a slight sound, a white light swept across Voldemort's neck like a spring breeze, bringing up a red and black wave.

Voldemort's expression froze, and the last expression he left in the world was a complex expression that seemed to be thinking and confused. After that, the red and black blood line on his neck became longer and longer, and finally his head fell off his neck and rolled to the ground.

Voldemort died so simply, like the most ordinary person. His headless body slowly slid against the wall and fell to the ground, and the head, which was much smoother than others, stopped rolling and stood still at Ryan's feet.

But everything is not over yet, Ryan looked at the battlefield under the city wall where the fierce battle was being fought, and realized that he still had a lot of things to do.

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