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Noticing that Voldemort was about to kill Mad-Eye Moody with the Killing Curse, Lane slammed into Moody. A green light wiped the two of them and flew into the distance.

"Voldemort!" Moody reacted immediately, and Ryan also knew from the name he called that he usually called Voldemort a mysterious man just like himself, in order to avoid the spell that Voldemort put on his name, and Not because of fear.

"Down," Moody yelled, launching a red firework, and then slammed down on the broom handle. He knew that riding on a broom would definitely not be a match for Voldemort, who could fly directly in the sky physically, so he could only hope and use obstacles after landing on the ground. But Voldemort also understood this, and under his command, the surrounding Death Eaters gathered to attack Ryan.

Even if Moody roared to fight, it was impossible for him to block so many spells by himself. Fortunately, those Death Eaters wanted to leave the chance of killing Harry to Voldemort, so their magic was mainly aimed at the Firebolt that Ryan was riding. Just a few seconds later, those spells successfully broke Ryan's weak iron armor spell and hit the Firebolt. In an instant, the broomstick behind the Firebolt ignited a raging fire, and then fell uncontrollably.

After all, Ryan is not Harry, and there is really no way to avoid so many spells when facing a concentrated fire attack. At this time, Moody was flanked by three Death Eaters and flew farther and farther. He watched Ryan fall with a ball of fire and desperately tried to get closer to this side, but he could only get closer under the obstruction of those Death Eaters. Fly farther and farther.

"It seems that I won't be able to pretend to be Harry anymore." Ryan looked at the Death Eaters who were also swooping down and Voldemort who took the lead, and thought that even if he just Apparated and ran away, it would be blameless, because he just now Seeing the six or seven Death Eaters behind the Thestrals that Bill and Fleur were riding near them, because most of them came to chase and kill him, now there are only two left. They should have escaped easily.

But Ryan did not retreat, he activated the Madonna in his body with magic power and released the alchemy he had just prepared.

After the alchemy was completed, a pink ball of light rapidly expanded with Ryan as the core, covering more than a dozen Death Eaters around in an instant. Wrapped it in.

But after holding their breath for a second or two, the Death Eaters realized that nothing had happened. Just as they were about to celebrate, the brooms they were riding on exploded at the same time.

In an instant, the smile on the Death Eater's face turned into a scream of terror. You must know that they have been chasing Ryan and diving just now, and after losing their broom more than 100 meters above the ground, the reaction time left for them is only three or four seconds.

Not every wizard can be rich enough to wear magic defense items all over his body, especially for these poor clanging Eastern European dark wizards, the only magic item on them may be the wand in their hands. At the same time, not every dark wizard is as powerful as Voldemort or Bella, who can accurately choose the spell to use at any time.

Just when Ryan stretched out a pair of transparent crystal-like pink wings to stop the falling trend and soared towards Voldemort, there was a series of sounds from the ground as a series of sacks filled with flour fell to the concrete floor. Listening to the sound, Ryan guessed that at least half of the group of Death Eaters who had just caught up had died.

"Who the hell are you?" Before Ryan could celebrate his record of at least ten consecutive kills this time, he was forced to dodge to the left suddenly by a killing curse.

Then came Voldemort's hoarse voice, accompanied by another green light flying towards Ryan.

"Guess." Ryan flapped his wings as he spoke, avoiding the green light like a nimble bird and gliding to the left of Voldemort at the same time. Unlike the broom, this pair of wings formed by the Madonna of the Rosary is like a natural extension of his limbs, allowing Ryan to obtain excellent mobility in the air.

After getting a new position, Ryan slashed his wand down hard, and a crescent blade with a burning blue flame flew towards Voldemort. This kind of curse mixed with death and frost, invented by Ryan after earnestly studying the Black Book of the Dead and the Golden Golden Book of the Sun, put a lot of pressure on Voldemort, and he had to give up the next Death Curse to summon from the air Put out a silver shield in front of you.

The crescent blade exploded violently after hitting the silver shield, and blue sparks flew around the shield and flew towards Voldemort. Burn that figure into an ice-blue torch.

"Fake." Ryan thought of this and quickly folded his wings and swooped, and a green killing curse flew directly over his head. Watching the green light go away, Ryan began to fly forward in a serpentine maneuver, and Voldemort released a few more killing curses on his upper back, but he dodged them all.

After flying for a few seconds, Ryan flapped his wings vigorously and made an immelman roll, and then fired one after another blue and white plasma balls with lightning directly at the oncoming Voldemort, and Voldemort once again summoned Silver shields block these plasma balls.

Under the cover of the plasma splashing around after the plasma ball hit the shield, Ryan turned sideways again to avoid another killing curse, and then when he passed by Voldemort, he directly drew out the enemy's fencing sword and faced Voldemort's shocked eyes. He poked hard.

I have to say that Voldemort is still careless, or that he has never seen anyone who can be as flexible as him or even more flexible than him in air combat, let alone a wizard who uses a Muggle cold weapon in a formal wizard fight. So he was caught off guard and stabbed by Ryan.

But Voldemort is worthy of being the most powerful dark wizard in Europe now. In this case, he still added enough magic defenses to himself in time, and those hidden under the skin after the body reconstruction have dual physical and magic defense capabilities. The snake scales made Ryan's attack not as effective as expected.

The enemy fencing sword in Ryan's hand is indeed an artifact. When it came into contact with Voldemort, it broke through the magic defense on his body. But the force and the scales on Voldemort's body caused the tip of the sword to slide down Voldemort's waist. Fortunately, Ryan adjusted the strength in time, and finally let the sword stab through Voldemort's thigh obliquely, and then was drawn out by Ryan with a stream of black blood.

"You're dead." Voldemort gritted his teeth and looked at Ryan, his whole heart was burning with anger. In fact, the injury on his leg was not serious, and his wound healed immediately after Ryan drew the sword. He was angry because he had never been injured like this even when he fought Dumbledore before. Not to mention the deep sense of shame that this kind of fighting method that is no different from Muggles has brought him a deep sense of shame.

"It seems - I've played it." Somewhat embarrassed, Ryan dodged the killing curse that flew like a string of arrows and successfully landed on the ground. After that, seven or eight sharp branches pierced the falling Voldemort like sharp arrows. .

Voldemort turned the branches into a pile of ashes and flew in the air with just a wave of his hand, and then shouted while firing the Killing Curse. "Little mouse, don't try to avoid your death, you will die today."

"Not necessarily." Ryan dodged a death curse and walked out of the hedge, while a pink light went straight to Voldemort. After landing on the ground and retracting his wings, Ryan, who was not proficient in the Madonna of the Rose, was finally able to mobilize the power inside to attack.

Voldemort turned out a silver shield to block this time as usual, but soon his face became ugly. Because this spell was different from the previous spell that Ryan couldn't shake his shield, the silver shield buzzed after being hit by the pink light this time, and at the same time he felt a burst of pressure coming over him.

"Who are you?" Voldemort stretched out his left hand to stabilize the shield while shooting a green light from behind the shield again. However, a two-story clay giant suddenly appeared on the ground and blocked the blow.

"Guess." Ryan said to Voldemort, at this time a red alchemy circle was outlined under his feet. Under the blessing of this land, the clay giant hardened upward from its feet while rushing towards Voldemort. When it rushed in front of Voldemort, it had turned into a stone giant, and then two big fists hugging thickly hit Voldemort on the head.

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