The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 605 Fierce Fight

When Ryan noticed that Voldemort was about to kill Mad-Eye Moody with the Killing Curse, he suddenly bumped into Moody. A green light brushed past 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 the mysterious man, just like himself, to avoid the spell that Voldemort had put on his name, and not because of fear.

"Down." Moody shouted and fired a red firework, then pressed down the broom handle. He knew that he was no match for Voldemort, who could fly in the sky with his body, and could only hope to land on the ground with the help of obstacles. But Voldemort also understood this, and under his command, the surrounding Death Eaters gathered to attack Ryan.

Even though Moody roared and fought, he couldn't block so much magic by himself. Fortunately, those Death Eaters wanted to leave the chance to kill Harry to Voldemort, so their magic was mainly directed at the Firebolt that Ryan was riding. After just a few seconds, those spells successfully broke through Ryan's weak armor spell and hit the Firebolt. In an instant, the broomstick behind the Firebolt caught fire and fell uncontrollably.

Ryan was not Harry after all, and he had no way to dodge so many spells when facing a concentrated attack. Moody was being attacked from all sides by three Death Eaters and flew further and further away. He watched Ryan falling with a ball of fire and tried desperately to get closer to him, but he could only fly further and further away due to the obstruction of the Death Eaters.

"Looks like I can't pretend to be Harry anymore." Ryan thought as he looked at the Death Eaters swooping down and Voldemort leading the way. Even if he Disapparated away now, he would be blameless because most of the six or seven Death Eaters behind the Thestrals ridden by Bill and Fleur who had just flown near them were chasing him, so now there were only two left. It should be easy for them to escape.

However, Ryan did not retreat. He used magic to activate the Virgin of the Rose in his body and released the alchemy he had just prepared.

After the alchemy was completed, a pink ball of light quickly expanded with Ryan as the core, and instantly enveloped a dozen Death Eaters around. These Death Eaters didn't even have time to cast protective magic on themselves before they watched the ball of light wrap themselves up.

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 exploded at the same time.

In an instant, the smiles on the Death Eaters' faces turned into screams of fear. You have to know that they had been diving after Ryan just now, and after losing their brooms more than 100 meters above the ground, they only had three or four seconds to react.

Not every wizard is rich enough to carry all the magic defense props, especially for those poor Eastern European dark wizards, the only magic prop they have 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 as Ryan stretched out a pair of transparent pink wings like crystal from behind, stopped his descent and flew towards Voldemort, there was a sound of a series of full flour bags falling on the concrete floor. Hearing the sound, Ryan guessed that at least half of the Death Eaters who had just caught up with him were dead.

"Who are you?" Ryan had no time to celebrate his record of at least ten kills before he was forced to dodge to the left by a killing curse. Then Voldemort's hoarse voice was heard, and along with his voice another green light flew towards Ryan.

"Guess." Ryan flapped his wings and dodged the green light like a nimble bird while gliding to Voldemort's left. Unlike a broom, this pair of wings formed by the Rose Madonna was like a natural extension of his limbs, giving Ryan excellent maneuverability in the air.

After obtaining a new position, Ryan chopped down with his wand, and a crescent blade with a burning blue flame flew towards Voldemort. This spell mixed with death and frost, invented by Ryan after carefully studying the Black Book of the Dead and the Golden Book of the Sun, put a lot of pressure on Voldemort. He had to give up the next killing curse and summoned a silver shield from the air to block in front of him.

The crescent blade exploded violently after hitting the silver shield, and blue sparks flew around the shield and flew towards Voldemort. The figure was burned into an ice-blue torch. "Fake." Ryan thought of this and quickly folded his wings and dived. A green killing curse flew directly over his head. Watching the green light go away, Ryan began to move forward in a serpentine maneuver. Voldemort released several killing curses again from behind and above him, but he dodged them all.

After flying for a few seconds, Ryan flapped his wings vigorously and did an Immelman roll, then continuously fired blue and white plasma balls with lightning towards the oncoming Voldemort, who once again summoned a silver shield to block the plasma balls.

Under the cover of the plasma splashing everywhere after the plasma ball hit the shield, Ryan dodged another Killing Curse by turning sideways, and then when he passed by Voldemort, he drew out his sword and stabbed him hard in Voldemort's astonished eyes.

It has to be said that Voldemort was careless, or he had never seen anyone who was as agile as him or even more agile than him in air combat, let alone a wizard using Muggle cold weapons in a regular 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. In this situation, he still gave himself enough magical defense in time. In addition, after the reconstruction of his body, the snake scales with both physical and magical defense capabilities hidden under the skin made Ryan's attack not as effective as imagined.

The fencing sword in Ryan's hand was indeed a magical weapon. When it came into contact with Voldemort, it broke through his magical defense. However, the strength he used and the scales on Voldemort's body still caused the tip of the sword to slip along Voldemort's waist. Fortunately, Ryan adjusted the strength in time, and finally the sword pierced Voldemort's thigh diagonally, and then Ryan pulled it out with a stream of black blood.

"You're dead." Voldemort gnashed his teeth and looked at Ryan, his heart burning with anger. In fact, the wound on his leg was not serious, and it healed immediately after Ryan drew out his sword. He was angry because he had never suffered such an injury even when he fought with Dumbledore before. Not to mention the strong sense of shame that he felt after being injured in a fighting method that was no different from that of a Muggle.

"It seems - I've played it too much." Ryan dodged the killing curses that flew at him like a string of arrows in a somewhat embarrassed manner and successfully landed on the ground. Then seven or eight sharp branches pierced the descending Voldemort like sharp arrows.

Voldemort simply waved his hand and turned the branches into a pile of ashes that flew into the air. He then cast a killing curse and shouted, "Little mouse, do not try to avoid your death. You will die today."

"Not necessarily." Ryan dodged a killing curse and walked out of the hedge, and at the same time a pink light rushed straight at Voldemort. After landing on the ground and folding his wings, Ryan, who was not very proficient in the use of the Rose Madonna, was finally able to mobilize the power inside to attack.

Voldemort conjured up a silver shield to block it as usual, but soon his face turned ugly. Because this spell was different from the previous spell that Ryan couldn't shake his shield, the silver shield made a buzzing sound after being hit by the pink light, and he felt a pressure coming over him.

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

"Guess." Ryan said to Voldemort, and at this time, a red alchemical array had been outlined under his feet. Under the blessing of this land, the clay giant rushed towards Voldemort while hardening from the feet upwards little by little. When it rushed in front of Voldemort, it had turned into a stone giant, and then two big fists as thick as a man's arms smashed down on Voldemort's head.

(End of this chapter)